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“Don’t mind me,” says Bailey softly. She walks to the edge of the bed, dropping a bottle of lube and a handful of condoms in front of me. “I’m just here to watch this time.”
“You like to watch?” Drew sounds surprised.
“You ought to know that by now,” says Bailey with a small smile. Bailey’s never been a liar, but the heat in her expression rids me of any fear that she might have been upset we’d started without her. Much as I want Drew, I’m not about to blow my shot with Bailey over a minor miscommunication.
She puts that fear further to rest when she takes the chair near the window a few feet away, sliding her legs wide and hiking up her skirt until I see the flash of lacy fabric beneath and a hint of her flesh beyond it. My heart skips a beat.
“Like I said,” she says, reaching into her shirt to stroke her breast. “Don’t mind me.” She waves at us, an obvious command for us to carry on now that she’s settled.
Drew wastes no time, seizing the bottle of lube and smearing it all over my crease until I can feel it dripping over the back of my balls.
It’s too much—Bailey’s obvious enjoyment and Drew’s suddenly soft touch. It’s too soft, too easy, and it makes me want so much from them both that I’m about to scream.
Instead I buck hard, throwing Drew off balance enough to sneak out from under him. He recovers quickly, snagging me by the ankle before I can get all the way over the bed. His grip turns painful, my panic subsiding as arousal takes the lead once more.
“You know what to say if you want me to stop.”
Drew uses his hold to pin me to the bed even as I try to scramble away while he climbs over me. He uses his forearm to pin my shoulders, compensating for every move I try to make. He’s strong, but I didn’t know he was this strong, for fuck’s sake. It’s infuriating, like everything else about him, so I stop half-assing it, using every bit of energy I’ve got to fight him off. I can hear Bailey gasping from her chair and it makes me fight him all the harder, knowing she’s watching.
“Drew, maybe—”
“No,” I cut her off. The worry in her voice is clear but I don’t want to stop. I don’t want to slow down and explain, and I sure as hell don’t want Drew to back down.
“Should I tell her, Coop?” taunts Drew. He somehow manages to flip me on my back one-handed—jacked-up sonofabitch, how did he do that?—and gets right up in my face as he pushes me into the bed, driving our cocks together. The friction is unbearable and not enough and if he doesn’t do something soon I’m going die.
Since when does he call me Coop?
“Should I tell her you were begging for it, just a minute ago? Legs spread, ass in the air. Absolutely begging.” He drags the words out, licking at the corner of my mouth until I can’t breathe for wanting him to kiss me and hating him for every minute of it.
I fight him, bucking with everything I’ve got left and swearing a blue streak. But I can’t catch my breath, and when he pulls his hips back just as I drive up, the head of his slick, covered cock catches on my hole and the tip of his fat dick slides inside of me, stilling us both.
“Tell me to stop,” says Drew, moaning it this time. I shake my head, out of words, out of air, out of my mind. Instead I drive my body down on his, taking him faster than he’d do it himself. Bailey’s whimpers echo in the sudden quiet of the room, barely audible over the blood rushing in my ears. I’d wanted the fight, wanted him to fuck me like he still hated me, but now I can see his face and for all the emotions written there, hate isn’t one of them. Not anymore.
Between the two of them, I’m lost. Bailey’s cries as she pleasures herself and Drew’s face above me, spilling truths I don’t think he wants me to see. Both of them, letting me in, letting this happen between us.
Too much.
My release hits hard, untouched except Drew thrusting into me—another first for me. Bailey’s vocal climax in the corner and the lingering grip of my body around Drew’s prove too much for him and a moment later he groans, going still inside me before slumping over on his elbows. My hands trace grooves of the muscles on his back before my brain switches back on and I jerk my hands away, pushing him off to the side so I can make a beeline for the bathroom.
Bailey gets there first.
“Oh, no you don’t,” she says, sliding between me and my escape hatch.
“I’m just getting—”
“Don’t lie to me, Cooper Lawson,” she says, her eyes narrowed. “You get back in here and talk to us.”
“Let me get—”
“I’ll get it,” she says, shoving me back away from the bathroom door with more force than her tiny self ought to be packing. I step back, watching her shut the door behind her and hear running water a minute later.
It’s cowardly, but I don’t want to turn around. Drew’s silence makes me sure of that. Bailey comes out of the bathroom, washcloths in hand, and rolls her eyes when she sees me standing right where she left me. She tosses a towel to Drew and grabs my hand, dragging me back to the bed, pushing me down to sit beside him.
The warmth of his thigh against mine wars with Bailey’s hands for my attention as she wipes me down. Despite the mind-melting orgasm I barely survived not five minutes ago, my cock stirs with interest at her touch. My response seems to mollify her a little, and she’s got a hint of a smile on her lips as she sits back on her heels to look at me.
“Want to tell me what that was all about?” She splits the question between us, her gaze going back and forth. I don’t dare look at Drew, shaking my head.
“I’d be interested to hear the answer to that, too,” says Drew.
