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Maison leads me into the shelter, and I crawl and lay back on my arms with my knees up and face them as they light a fire. A soft blanket grazes my thighs.

“Take off your clothes, baby, right down to that sexy lace. Let us look at you.” Maison looks almost predatory as his eyes flicker off the fire, and I barely recognize him. This is a dominant side of him, never how he usually is, and I wonder if it’s because Micah is here, too. In fact, if it wasn’t for his gray sweater, I’d think it was Micah barking orders at me.

I do as he says and strip down to my thong, grazing my hand right over my flat stomach and twisting my fingers through my hair that rests on the swells of my large breasts.

Maison crawls in around me, twisting and pulling me between his legs with my back pressed over his hard cock. The scent of whiskey is fresh off his breath, which may explain the sudden personality change.

“You’re going to fuck me first, baby.”

I tense and sit up as Micah faces me, crouching in front of the shelter, watching us—his dark eyes hidden by shadows. But his gaze penetrates me.

“I’m nervous,” I whisper, and I wonder if Maison is too, or how long he’s known this would eventually happen.

Maison playfully nibbles on my ear. “Don’t be nervous, baby. We aren’t going to hurt you. I’ve never hurt you before. We’re both good at this.”

My heart beats faster, and I bite my lip, my eyes finding Micah’s.

“He won’t come in unless you tell him it’s okay,” Maison says, trying to calm my nerves.

I watch Micah’s full lips, thinking about what they taste like. What he would feel like inside me. I give a subtle nod, giving Micah permission to come inside. This is my chance to find out what Micah’s like, to see what he’s made of. I’ve only been dreaming about it all day.

Micah crawls in, and my entire body pulses with anticipation of what will happen next. The slickness between my thighs drips out of me.

I dig my fingers into Maison’s thighs as my heart beats out of my chest, and I realize I’m about to be with two guys at once—something I never thought I’d do.

Maison senses my hesitation. “It’s okay, baby, relax. Tonight is for you.”

I deepen my breath. “I don’t know if I can do this,” I whisper and look up at him. “Do you want to do this?”

Does he really want to share me?

Micah pauses and Maison grabs my hands, linking them in between mine. “We share everything, baby; we always have.”

Realizing this is what I want, my breath deepens. I’ve dreamed of it for days, every time I’m near them. “Okay,” I breathe. “What do I do?”

He squeezes my shoulder and wraps his arm around me, pinching my tight nipples and cups his hand over my breast as his cock springs out.

“Sit up and take off those panties,” he demands, then helps me slip them down my leg while I discard them somewhere beside me.

I lean forward on my hands and knees, my ass and pussy right in his face while I wait for his next command. He slaps my ass, making me cry out. “I want you to slide on my dick and face him,” he growls.

I know Micah is there, even though he’s shrouded in darkness, waiting for his turn, watching my every move.

This is so new. Maison is never like this when we have sex, and never so dominant. I know how sweet he usually is, and it’s terrifying, given what I suspect he’s capable of. But it’s also the mysteriousness of it all I find incredibly hot, my body on pins and needles thinking about it. He teases my clit for a moment before grabbing my waist and slides me onto him.

I’m so wet, it takes very little till he’s deep inside me. The force of his cock is different in this position than I’m used to, and it hits my spot so intensely, I moan as he thrusts. His hands are so warm and soft on my back, it helps me relax into it.

Micah, who has barely blinked—watches me—waits for me.

Then I grind and I clench.

Grind.

Clench.

“That’s it, baby,” Maison whispers, his voice laboured as I squeeze myself around him, trying to make my pussy as tight as possible. “Now I want you to kiss him.”

Micah’s in front of me in a second. His head tilts as if needing my permission to get any closer. I lean up to him, inviting him in, as Maison’s cock hits me hard with each thrust. Micah grabs my chin and I press my lips into his, opening my mouth slightly, letting his tongue slip in. Maison’s hands cup around my cleavage, and I let out a loud moan as a wave of pleasure wraps around me.