Page 64 of Turning Back

But he got his point across. She owed him this if she ever wanted a real second chance. He needed her to feel some of his pain, and she needed him to know she was willing.

They kiss. Softly now. Tentative, like the trust we just built between us. I push my pants down, letting my cock spring free, and step forward, pressing it into Rochelle’s back as I place a hand on Quin’s head. I lean down and kiss Rochelle’s neck. Then her jaw, then her lips.

We both kiss her lips.

She kisses us back and it finally feels right.

That’s all the invitation I need. I push down on her back, right between her shoulder blades, pinning her to Quin’s chest. Her ass is in the air like an invitation. Still wet from the lube I rubbed into her before the spankings. She starts to move on top of Quin, fucking him just the way he likes it. Her tits hanging down in his face. His mouth reaching for her large, round nipples he squeezes them. I reach between Rochelle’s legs and cup Quin’s balls.

“Fuck, yeah,” he moans. “Get inside her now, Bric.”

I press a finger against her ass, find her semi-relaxed, and then shove my cock through her tight muscles.

Quin’s hand is over her mouth before she can yell. Cupping it tightly once again, so she’s blowing air through her nose.

I push on, feeling the motion of Quin, just millimeters of soft, thin skin separating us.

He feels so fucking good. After all these months as strangers, he feels so fucking good.

Rochelle is squealing from behind Quin’s hand and I know this first one won’t take long. She’s close.

Hell, I’m close too.

I watch Quin’s face as we fuck her hard. Him thrusting up from below, his balls slapping up against mine. Me pounding her from behind, my hands digging into her hips like I never want to let go.

Quin releases his hand from her mouth and Rochelle moans out her climax. Quin’s body stiffens underneath us. He stops, his cock buried deep inside her. And then the pulsing of his cock sends a thrill through my whole body as he comes inside her.

I slide out of her ass, pull her hair so hard, bending her neck back until she’s looking me in the eyes, and then I come all over her red-hot ass.

I let go of her hair and she falls back into Quin as I collapse off to the side of them. One hand reaching for theirs. I find Rochelle’s first. Then Quin grabs hold of us.

That’s it. It’s over. The past is over and we can start again.

Chapter Thirteen - Quin

“Fuck,” I mumble, my heart hammering inside my chest. “That was pretty damn fun.”

“Yes.” Bric laughs. He pulls Rochelle closer and for a second I’m reluctant to give her up. “Don’t be stingy, asshole,” Bric says. So I let her go. Halfway.

“Are you going to leave now?” Rochelle asks.

My eyes are closed so it takes me a second to realize she’s talking to me. “What?” I ask, opening one eye to peek at her.

“Are you going to leave?”

I stare at her for a moment. Then look at Bric. He’s got his eyes closed too. The hand I’m not holding grabs one of her thighs, hiking it over his leg. He opens one eye to look at me in the ensuing silence.

“Why the fuck would I leave?” I ask. “I just got my revenge. I’m happy now.”

Bric laughs.

Rochelle frowns. “So that was a hate fuck last night?”

I shrug. “I needed more from you, I guess.”

“You’re a dick.”

“You pissed me off,” I say, then open both eyes to look at her. “Really. Fucking. Pissed me off, Rochelle.”