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I’m soaked. The first stroke of my fingers makes me gasp, and both of them glance over. Dante’s mouth quirks. Cruz’s eyes go dark.

“Look at her,” Cruz breathes. “Fuck, look at her.”

“Eyes on me, Bennett.” Dante grips his chin and turns his face back. “She’s watching. Give her something to watch.”

Dante shoves Cruz’s sweats down. No underwear. Cruz steps out of them, kicks them aside, and he’s already hard, thick and heavy against his stomach. Dante palms him once, slow, and Cruz exhales like he’s been punched.

Then Dante drops his own sweats too, and they stand there pressed together, Dante’s hand wrapping both of them at once, working them in slow strokes.

I rub myself in tight circles, biting the inside of my cheek.

“Fuck, yeah.” Cruz’s head tips back. His hand covers Dante’s, both of them stroking together, their cocks sliding alongside each other. “That’s it.”

The wet sound is obscene. I’m so wet my fingers are slick and the sheet under me is going to be a mess but I don’t care.

Dante drops to his knees.

I make a small sound.

Then Cruz’s hand goes into Dante’s hair and Dante opens his mouth and takes him deep, no hesitation, his throat working around the length of him.

“Oh fuck. Oh fuck, your mouth?—”

Cruz watches Dante like he’s never seen anything more beautiful. The big rough hand in Dante’s curls is impossibly gentle. He cups Dante’s jaw with the other, thumb stroking where Dante’s stretched around him.

I push two fingers inside myself and rock against my hand. My thighs are trembling.

Dante pulls off slowly, kisses the head, and looks up at Cruz with his mouth wet and dark eyes shining.

“You good?” he asks.

Cruz smirks. “I’m fucking phenomenal.”

Dante laughs. Stands. Comes around the bed to me and his hand slides up my thigh.

“Baby.” His voice is rough now. “How are you doing?”

“I want—” I swallow. “I want more.”

Dante’s thumb sweeps the inside of my thigh.

“More like what, baby?” His voice has dropped into that register that makes my insides melt. “Tell me. Specifics.”

“I don’t—” Heat crawls up my throat. “I don’t know how to?—”

“Yes, you do.” He leans in and presses his mouth just below my ear. “You’re a smart girl. Use your words.”

I let my eyes close. Cruz stands back watching, still hard, still glistening at the tip from Dante’s mouth.

“I want him inside me.” The words scrape out. “Cruz. I want?—”

“Yeah, sweetheart?” Cruz’s voice cracks down the middle. “You sure?”

Dante straightens. His hand stays on my thigh but his attention shifts, sharp and considering.

“Cruz hasn’t fucked you yet.” Dante says it slow. “Not properly. The locker room was something but it wasn’t that. And I haven’t fucked you yet, Cruz. Park was you bending me over the column. So.” His mouth curves. “Seems only fair we even the scoreboard.”

Cruz’s whole body goes still.