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I freeze. “In a good way?”

She laughs, low, tilts her head to look at me over her shoulder. “In a very good way.”

“Don’t move,” I say.

Her brow furrows. “What?”

I slide out of her slowly, watching, and the sound she makes when I’m gone is half complaint, half ruin.

“Stay like that for me. Just a second.” My hand smooths down her spine, over the curve of her ass, and I push her shoulders down gently until her chest meets the cushion and her ass stays up. “Let me see what I did to you, angel.”

She turns her face into the couch and I see the color climb up the back of her neck. Embarrassed, maybe, but into it all the same.

I get my thumb against her and spread her open and there I am, my cum pooled where I bred her, sliding down the inside of her thigh.

“Christ, you look so pretty full of my cum.”

“Brady!” Her face is a pretty shade of pink.

“Look at what you let me do to you.” I pick up my phone and snap a pic for myself later then drag my thumb up, push it back into her, slowly making her gasp and push back against my hand.

“So good for me.” I keep my voice low. “So fucking beautiful, angel.”

I let her go and lean down and kiss the small of her back, then her shoulder blade, then I turn her over so I can get to her mouth. She comes willingly, boneless, looping her arms around my neck. The kiss is softer this time. Slower.

Her fingers trail through my hair. She breaks the kiss just enough to look at me. “Brady.”

“Mm.”

“I need to tell you something.”

The way she says it makes my stomach nearly flip. “Okay.”

She holds my face between her palms. Steady. Not letting me look away. “What if this wasn’t just you and me?”

I blink at her. “What?”

“What if it was the five of us? Together.”

My heart is pounding so hard it sounds like a war drum in my head.

“I’m with Cruz,” she says. “And Dante. And Eli.”

I don’t move.

“All of them?” I ask.

“All of them.” Her thumb strokes my cheekbone. “And Cruz and Dante—they’re together too. Eli’s getting there. Slow, but it’s something he wants and he’s getting there.”

I should be angry. I should be something. Hurt. Jealous. Anything other than what’s actually happening to my body right now, which is my cock twitching against her thigh and my breath coming faster and my mouth going dry.

She feels it. Her eyes drop, then lift, slow. “Brady.”

“Don’t.”

“It’s okay.”

“It’s not. I shouldn’t…”