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Heat rolled over him, blanketing him. His mind emptied of everything but this. But them, together. Finally. At last.
Caity leaned over him to grab hold of Matt’s jaw and speared her tongue into his mouth, giving Tristan the most up-close look at a kiss he’d ever experienced. The slip and slide of their lips, the clench of her fingers as she dragged him closer. So hot. He needed to get inside of Caity, needed to feel Matt there too. Needed them so much.
Tristan shifted and pinned Matt beneath him, rubbing his cock against his best friend, absorbing the groans that accompanied each rough brush of flesh. Tris fisted Matt’s length and jerked it hard as his gaze sought Caity where she sprawled beside them, watching avidly.
“You want in on this?” Tris asked, his voice low.
She didn’t have to be asked twice.
She crawled forward, and they readjusted positions until she was poised over Matt’s straining length and Tristan had her firmly in hand—both hands, on her warm, aroused breasts. Sharp nipples grazed his palms, and her heart throbbed when he reluctantly let one go to drag her back against him.
“Scared?” he questioned as a tremor went through her.
That edge of fear shouldn’t turn him on, but it did. Knowing they would be indoctrinating her into something that would make her theirs, that proved she was, ratcheted up his desire.
There could be no coming back from tonight. From what the three of them did in this bed, or what they felt. Finally they would own her body just as she owned their hearts.
As they owned each other’s.
“Of you?” She tossed him a glance over her shoulder, a challenging light burning in her eyes. “No damn way. I want you.” She grabbed the condoms that Matt held out. “And you,” she added to Matt, dropping one on his belly while she tore the wrapper of the other. “And I want this.”
Matt reached up to tweak her nipple. “Mmm, can’t wait to suck these while you’re riding me. While he’s riding you.”
Tristan grabbed her jaw and tugged her face around so he could draw her lower lip between his teeth. “You like that idea?” He touched her slit, and she moaned. “You ready for us, baby?”
Before she could answer, Matt yanked open the nightstand drawer and grabbed the lube. “Not yet, she’s not,” he said, suiting up in record time before he squirted some lube on his fingers and slipped them between her legs.
“What’re you doing?” she demanded.
“Trust me. Slip and slides are fun.” He let out a long breath. “Though you’re doing pretty good already, aren’t you?”
“But too much lubrication loses friction,” she began, breaking off as they both grinned at her. “What?”
“You read up on it, didn’t you?” Matt asked, shaking his head. “Only you. And seriously, we know what we’re doing.” She gasped at something Matt did with his fingers, though Tristan couldn’t see exact
ly what. “Got it?”
“Got it.”
Matt tossed the tube to Tristan, who caught it and the condom she passed him. He sheathed himself and drizzled on the lube. Holy shit. He gritted his teeth and carefully smeared it over his erection. Their extended foreplay had definitely stoked the flames of his arousal. He didn’t have a lot of control left, and the main event hadn’t even started yet.
As if to speed him up, Matt pulled her forward and spread her open with his hands on her ass. Seeing her wide-open like that did crazy things to Tristan’s gut, but he did his best not to shoot his load before he’d even gotten inside her. All the way inside.
“Go slow,” she told Tristan, her words muffled by Matt’s chest.
“I’m not going at all yet.” As his lubed finger gently penetrated Cait’s puckered hole, she hissed. “Now I am,” he added, grinning.
“Okay, but just make sure to—”
“Here,” Matt said, snatching a pillow. “Bite on this and shush.”
“Don’t push that in my face.” Indignation rang in her tone, but Matt only laughed and tickled her ribs.
“Wanna wrestle, Caity Bait?” Matt questioned, grabbing her wrists. Her laughter increased, ending on a whimper as her relaxed muscles allowed Tristan’s finger to go that much deeper. For a moment, she stilled. Then Tris inserted a second finger and moved them in slow, tight circles, encouraged by her long moan.
“How’s that? Feel good?” Matt asked, stroking her hair as she turned into a live wire in his arms.
She lifted her hips while she pressed her face into the crook between Matt’s neck and shoulder. “Mmm. So good,” she whispered.
