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I glance over at him, breaking out of the kiss with Brooke, and he’s still shooting us, but his hand is slapping up and down on his own shaft and there’s a look of restless lust in his eyes.

“Fuck yeah,” he whispers. So soft, I barely catch it.

Brooke’s pussy is tight and Wald is standing up now, his own cock in his hand, jerking and pulling on it as he stares down at us.

He’s gonna come on her face. I can already tell.

It’s been a long time since we did something this dirty together. A long fucking time.

And I miss it. Suddenly I can’t remember one good reason why we stopped. I can’t remember why we don’t do this every fucking day.

And it’s too much. I just want to blow. Shoot my fucking come deep inside her and then push her off me and watch it drip out.

Huck is kneeling on the couch now, phone still trying to capture the scene. He comes towards her, cock in the other hand and says, “Suck me off.” And the moment Brooke turns her head, mouth opening, he shoves it inside her.

“Fuck,” I say, unable to deny that shit is goddamn hot. Her lips seal around his shaft and her eyes are locked on his. Huck eases his hips forward, forcing his cock deeper and deeper into her mouth. And I watch it disappear.

“Fuck,” I say again.

Wald bends down a little, his hand reaching around her stomach until it’s resting on mine. And he begins to play with her clit.

Brooke pulls away, Huck’s wet cock popping out of her mouth, and she says, “Oh, shit!”

“Yes,” all three of us say, “come.”

She goes still and stiff. Throws her head back and Wald responds immediately by palming her throat as she arches her back and lets out a long wail of release.

I come too. There’s just no way I can hold it in any longer.

I shoot my climax deep inside her.

And then Wald says, “Open your mouth, Brooke,” and she does. Immediately.

And just as quick, both he and Huck come on her face.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN - BROOKE

I get up and walk to the bathroom and wash out my mouth. I’m not really a swallower, but I didn’t want to interrupt their good time.

Who am I kidding? I didn’t want to interrupt my good time.

I lean both my hands on the sink and stare at my reflection in the mirror.

“Holy shit,” I whisper.

I’m not even sure what I’m feeling right now. But… just… holy shit.

I liked it. I liked it a lot.

“Hey,” Joey says on the other side of the door. “You OK?”

“Fine,” I say back.

He tries the doorknob, finds it unlocked, and opens the door. I meet his gaze for a moment. And we hold that stare in silence.

“What?” I ask.

He smiles. “On a scale of one to ten, how likely are you to keep helping out with my little problem?” He’s grinning and chuckling as he says it. But I see the fear underneath.