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Rafe had moved further down until he could reach my chest, sucking a nipple into his mouth while his fingers slipped inside of me.

“I’ve missed these tits of yours, you know,” he mumbled.

I rocked my hips up, my thighs clenching around his hand while I tried my best to get Cal off. I grabbed his ass, silently instructing him to thrust into my mouth and he did. I was so focused on dividing my attention between feeling and giving pleasure that I hadn’t even noticed Rafe was timing the movement of his fingers to Cal’s thrusts.

I dug my fingernails into the meat of Callum’s ass and he groaned that groan. “Oh, baby, I’m gonna come.”

I popped my mouth off his cock. “Not yet.”

He whined but obliged, instead leaning down to kiss me before moving away. Rafe crawled his way up my body, his hand now drenched. He licked his fingers, making sure I had a good view before he nudged my thighs apart and slid his cock inside of me.

We both groaned as he rocked his hip again and again, and my body was already so sensitive from all the stimulation it’d already received that I was on the verge of shattering again. I gripped his shoulders, holding onto him.

We were pressed so closely together that I could see the beads of sweat on his face, and I could feel his racing heart beating practically out of his chest. He wasn’t trying to talk dirty now, or tease me or anything else. This was different.

His eyes snapped to mine and I felt him twitch inside me, close to finishing. I put a hand on his chest.

“Stop,” I said and his hips shuttered. He cursed under his breath but pulled out immediately. I turned to see Callum watching us intently, stroking his now half-hard cock.

“I want both of you to finish inside of me,” I said, leaning over and reaching for the bottle of lube that was fast becoming a fixture in my bedside drawer. I handed it to Callum. Rafe smiled through his ragged breaths and looked at his friend.

“And I want to see it,” I added. The guys followed my gaze to the standalone mirror. Rafe’s smile was now a full grin and Callum was fully hard again and I had my answer.

“Yes, ma’am,” they said in unison.

It took some time for us to get it right, and Rafe had to show Callum how to loosen me up enough for me to take him from behind, but once everything settled, holy shit. The guys held me almost aloft between them, Callum’s cock buried in my ass and Rafe’s in my pussy.

The feeling of fullness was electric, and my body sang with pleasure as it straddled the line between pain and ecstasy. I watched in the mirror as they found their pace, first alternating their thrusts until they managed to sync them up, delivering constant friction that set my body on fire. Their bodies in one frame was a masterpiece.

I was a moaning mess of half syllables, most of them attempts at their names but the rest of it pure bullshit. I couldn’t tell whose hand belonged to who, whose lips were on mine and who came first but when I finally broke, everything went black for a moment, then reemerged.

We were all holding each other up, though Rafe’s knees nearly buckled. I wrapped an arm around his neck, slung the other around Callum’s. He pressed his mouth to the back of my neck and breathed me in.

If I was a shade more reckless, I would’ve wanted to capture this moment on camera and keep it stashed somewhere only I could revisit it.

*

They both stayed the night. After we got cleaned up and changed the sheets, Rafe and Cal were both too tired to drive back to their homes and so, as a gracious host and client, I insisted they simply sleep over. They camped out downstairs, each commandeering a couch we had to drag out of storage but we managed and soon enough we were all trying to get some sleep.

That was, until a text notification popped up on my phone.

Brock the Builder: Hey. Just thought I’d let you know that we got the last and biggest permit approved. I can tell you all about it during the Cubs game this weekend, if you’re free.

Huh. It sounded like our fearless leader was asking me out on a date.

26

Lauren

“Now this is an unexpected sight,” I said with a giggle as Brock approached me with a bouquet of flowers.

“You’re surprised that I’d show up with flowers on our first official date?” he asked, sounding kind of offended.

I felt my cheeks heat up at how blunt he was about this being a date. No games, just straight up honesty.

“No,” I said, looking him up and down and biting my lip to prevent further giggling. “I actually meant the outfit.”

He looked down in assessment of himself now, confused. I’d only seen Brock thus far in his working clothes, naked, or in black tie. It was odd seeing him in “regular people” clothes—a plain T-shirt, dark denim jeans and a rugged jacket. But the most surprising part of his outfit wasn’t the clothing, but the hat on his head.