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Nine silver bars run down the underside. My mouth drops open, and he strokes himself, a bead of precum glistening at the tip. He’s big. As big as Zayden. Thick, too.

“You have a very pretty dick,” I whisper.

“Flattery won’t stop me from choking you with it.”

This man really has a way with words.

It hits me hard that I’m about to suck Xavier’s cock. This is one of many lines I’ll cross tonight, but because it’s the first, it’s the hardest. Will I ever be able to look at him the same way again? As hard as we try, what if we can’t help but let this ruin us?

I raise my gaze, and he must read my expression. He leans down, cupping one side of my neck and kissing my cheek. I close my eyes, relishing the break in character, even if it’s just for a moment.

“Nothing will change, Q,” he whispers, stroking my cheek with his thumb. “I’ll still piss you off just as much as I ever have.” I laugh softly, and he pulls back to look at me. “We can stop.”

“No.” I shake my head. “Keep going.”

He takes hold of my chin. “Say the word.”

“I’m fine.” And it’s true. I needed those few seconds, a grounding, a reminder that I may be nervous, but I’m not afraid. “I want to carry on.”

“Good girl.” He straightens. “Mouth open. Tongue out.”

I do as he says and lean forward. The moment my tongue touches the end of his cock, excitement bursts into my blood stream. I swirl my tongue, devouring the saltiness of his precum and feeding him past my lips. He watches me with a dark, heated expression, and I keep my eyes fixed on his until he touches the back of my throat.

The glint of amusement in his eyes tells me he thinks I’m going to gag, but I’ve been sucking his brother’s dick for years.

I don’t gag.

He doesn’t mask his surprise. Instead, he closes his eyes, sinking deeper into my throat.

“Fuuuck,” Xavier groans, running his fingers through my hair. The piercings are cool and unusual, but I don’t let them stop me. I sink him deeper. And deeper. “Holy fucking shit.”

Pride curls around my heart that I’ve impressed him, and it only makes me want to please him more. I swallow, and he almost jolts in place.

“Fuck.” He spits out the word. “Jesus, Z. You’re a lucky son of a bitch—” I swallow again, and he almost chokes on his words. “Shit, stop.”

“You’re tapping out?” Yale laughs again.

“I fucking challenge you to hold your load when she’s got her mouth on you,” he says, and I pull back, a string of spit connecting his dick to my lip. I lick it, and a low rumble comes from his throat as he wipes my chin with his thumb. “Such a messy girl.”

Yale straightens up off the wall. “My turn.”

Chapter 20

Zayden

There’s no way I could have ever predicted that this was the turn my marriage would take, but I’m glad it has. As Xavier leans against the far wall and regroups, I watch my wife sit up on her knees on the bed.

Yale stands before her, pulling off his T-shirt, and Silence’s gaze and hands travel down his broad chest and abs.

“What do you want, love?” Yale asks, brushing her hair back.

Her response is quiet, almost shy. “I want you to fuck me, Yale.” She looks over at me. “Is that okay?”

I nod. “Whatever you want. My eyes are on you, baby.”

She smiles and looks back at Yale, gripping his sweats and pulling them down. He helps, and I focus on her when my brother kisses her. It’s passionate but slow, his hand cupping her face, the other guiding her onto the bed. Silence runs her fingers through his hair, and he kneels between her legs.

Fuck. This is it. We could stop, turn back, wipe the slate clean and pretend this never happened.