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“So perfect. So fucking perfect for us.”

They switch.

Bo flips me onto my stomach, pulls my hips up, and sinks into me from behind in one powerful thrust. I cry out into the pillow, fisting the sheets. Jensen kneels in front of me, lifting my chin so he can feed me his cock. I open for him eagerly, tasting his arousal and the bitterness of the lubricant.

I want both of you.

This is what I asked for: Bo and Jensen, giving and taking pleasure at the same time. For a moment, I imagine what I must look like with my naked body stretched between them as they curve over me. I look up, and Jensen’s face is strained—but then he cups my cheek and grins, and any uncertainty melts away.

This shouldn’t be so right. It’s the kind of sex you see in porn, not the kind you imagine for yourself, outside of very private hot fantasies. But living it is like an out-of-body experience. I’m floating above myself, but so rooted in my body, I can feel the ridges of Jensen’s veins on my tongue, and the slap of Bo’s balls on my sensitized clit.

My head spins as Bo’s fingers reach around to rub my clit. He fucks me hard with one hand gripping my hip and spreading my ass so he can root deeper. “That’s it,” Bo growls. “Suck his cock while I take this pretty pussy. Good girl. Our good fucking girl.”

Their good fucking girl.

I didn’t know I’d enjoy dirty talk like that until my body responds with a shiver and a pulse to my clit. I moan around Jensen, the vibrations making him curse and thrust shallowly into my mouth. The dual sensations of Bo pounding into me from behind while Jensen fills my mouth push me higher than I’ve ever been.

I’m worshipped. Desired. Taken care of. When I come for the third time, it’s so intense my vision whites out. Bo follows right after, burying himself and groaning my name as he spills inside me. Jensen pulls out of my mouth and strips the condom, stroking himself until he comes across my shoulder, marking me with hot pulses. I collapse onto the bed, boneless and trembling and they clean me gently with warm washcloths, peppering me with soft kisses on every mark they left. Then they pull me between them, Bo at my back, Jensen at my front, their big bodies cocooning mine completely.

“You okay, darlin’?” Jensen murmurs, kissing my forehead, my nose, my lips.

“Better than okay,” I whisper. My eyes sting with overwhelmed tears.

Bo’s arm tightens around my waist. “You’re safe. We’ve got you.”

I lie there sheltered between Bo’s quiet strength and Jensen’s warm affection, and for the first time in years, the knot in my chest is completely gone. I’m soft, a little spoiled, and a whole lot cherished.

Tomorrow will complicate everything. Reality will come crashing back with the sunrise.

But tonight isn’t about consequences.

Tonight is about letting go of the world outside these four walls and taking a whole lot of pleasure for myself. It’s release and surrender, and living for me, even if it’s just for one mind-blowing night.

I drift off smiling, surrounded by heat, affection, and the steady beat of two hearts that wanted to share me, if only for a while.

Chapter 9

Bo

Brandy’s sleeping like a baby, curled between us, her warm brown skin glowing soft in the lamplight and curls spread across the pillow. One of her hands rests on Jensen’s chest, and the other is tucked under her cheek, the picture of innocence. Her breathing is slow and relaxed, and every now and then, she makes a tiny sound, and my chest tightens at the sweetness of it. She’s a strong and capable woman, but there’s something so fragile about her that tugs at my heartstrings. It’s like she’s had to step into shoes that are old and worn before she got to try out her own pair of sparkly pumps. She had to grow up before she had a chance to be young and carefree.

I should buy her some red, sparkly pumps. I make a note to check her shoe size.

I’ve never wanted to keep someone this badly, and my mind has never been this mixed up.

One-night stands are usually just that. A little fun. A big release. A polite goodbye, and we both move on. But after my night with Brandy, I couldn’t stop thinking about her. Or talking about her. Her smile. Her passion. Her goodness. Her beauty. Thankfully, Jensen was interested enough to listen and intrigued enough to want more.

We’ve always done everything together, and finding a wife won’t be any different.

People might not understand it, but I’ve never cared much for the town gossips or their judgments. What makes me happy is good enough for me. Jensen feels the same.

But Brandy? I suspect she’d have a whole lot of objections to any kind of lifestyle choice that wouldn’t fly with her church friends and more importantly, her family. It might take a lot of convincing to make her see how good a life with us could be, but I have time and patience.

Jensen catches my eye over her head. “She’s out cold,” he whispers, grinning like a fool. “We wore her out.”

“I wore myself out.” I laugh, flexing my leg to ease the tension in my thighs. “I’m used to riding horses but riding Brandy’s taken it out of me.”

He laughs. “You’re getting old, bro. I’m invigorated.”