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Xavier whispers his first ever prayer, and Yale shares an amused smile with me.

“Whatever you want, Q, it’s yours.”

She bites her lip and rocks her hips again, speeding up, pressing her fingernails into Xavier’s chest. Looking down at him, she thrusts harder, faster, her breasts shaking.

My brother is holding onto her hips for dear life, helping her move back and forth on his cock. “You like fucking your husband’s brother?” He grits the words out, and Silence nods. “Wait until we both fuck you at once.” He places one hand on her chest, palm against her heartbeat. “Do you want that?”

“Yes,” she whimpers. “So much.”

“Say it.”

She moans. “I want you and Yale to fuck me. I want him to fuck my ass while you’re deep in my pussy.”

“Fuck, Q, keep talking,” he begs.

“I want you to own and fuck me,” she whispers, and I can’t help gripping my cock through my sweats. “I want you to fill and cover me with your cum. I want it so bad.”

I squeeze my dick, aching to give it to her. Xavier seizes her waist and sits up, flipping them both. Once Silence is on her back, he kneels between her thighs and drives his cock back into her.

“Beg me for my cum, Q,” he demands breathlessly.

“Please, Xavier, I need it.” She moans. “Zayden, I need you. I need to suck your cock while he fucks me.”

I stand, undressing and going to the bed. I kneel by Silence’s head, and she pushes herself up on her elbows, immediately deepthroating my dick, her throat warm and tight around my length. Pleasure shoots through me, and there’s no way I’ll last long with the way she’s sucking and licking me.

Xavier circles his thumb over her clit. “Look at you, sucking your husband’s cock while his brother fucks you.”

Silence lifts herself off my dick, lips glossy with spit and cum. “I need it, Zayden. Give it to me, please.”

“Open your mouth,” I growl, stroking my length.

She does as I ask, and her eyes roll back as she comes. Xavier grunts, slamming into her one final time, gripping her thighs until her skin pinkens.

As Silence’s orgasm grips her, I watch every moment of it. I come hard, covering her tongue and lips, biting down on the inside of my cheek to stay quiet.

Xavier collapses onto the bed beside her, heaving in breaths as she licks her lips and swallows my cum. Yale sits against the pillows, still catching his breath, and I kiss my wife, gathering her in my arms.

We’re all quiet for a few minutes. Silence is smiling dreamily, tucked into my chest, and we don’t have to say the words we’re thinking.

This was perfect.

My brothers and my wife had sex, and I was here, and it wasn’t weird. It didn’t feel dirty, or wrong, or like a one-time thing … it felt like we’d been building up to this moment, and everything clicked into place.

“I need a shower,” Silence breathes. “And like, ten bottles of water.”

She stands and stretches her arms above her head, yawning as she strides totally naked and with complete confidence to the bathroom. Xavier and Yale stare after her, and pride warms my chest.

“So,” Yale says. “That happened.”

Xavier’s laugh starts low, then increases. I laugh, too, grinning at my brothers, until we’re all fully belly laughing.

“Petition to make this safe house a sex den,” Xavier says, his eyes closed, grin wide.

Yale laughs, and I do, too, but Xavier’s joke has me wondering.

Maybe it’s because we’re away from home, or maybe it’s the high of what we just did, but it suddenly makes total sense to me that this is how we should be. Even if it’s just while we’re here, why not explore this further? This is new territory for all of us, and why not navigate that together, and then reassess once we’re home?

“What if that’s what we did?”