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“Her first time,” he said pointedly to Tris, who shut his eyes and shook his head.
Juliet shifted her hips, already chasing Randy’s touch. But she was doing some head-shaking of her own. “Look, if he doesn’t want to—”
“If he doesn’t want to, I’m going to pull you onto my lap and finish this right.” Randy nipped her earlobe and slipped his fingers lower, sliding on her wetness until he could circle her tight entrance.
Bending his knees, he changed the angle and pushed two fingers into her, nice and slow, allowing her to get used to the feeling again, hopefully without pain this time. From the low whimper she made as he widened his fingers, working them in and out, he wasn’t entirely
certain he wasn’t hurting her. But she wasn’t moving away.
Neither was Tris, who was sliding his hand up and down his shaft in short strokes where it curved against his stomach. Not that Randy was checking out his buddy, but he could see the blur of Tris’s hand out of the corner of his eye and it didn’t take a genius to figure out what he was doing.
What he would need to do soon enough if he didn’t get some relief.
Randy lifted his brows meaningfully at Tris. “Let’s try this again.”
He was good with the all for one mentality, and he could also be a gentleman and pace himself. But if Tris wasn’t going to resume what he’d already started, well, then Randy would just have to take over.
Fuck if his dick wasn’t throbbing at the thought.
Virgin or not. Wrong or not. Right now, he couldn’t see through the haze of lust enough to debate with himself. Not when she was creaming on his fingers and wordlessly begging him with those uneven gasps.
Tomorrow would be a whole different story.
Tris’s eyes flickered open, and he stared between her legs where Randy was working her. There was no missing the sounds of her body responding. Or the moans she couldn’t hold back.
“You’re sure?” Tris asked, his voice a hell of a lot gentler than before.
“Yes, I’m sure. And you’re right. I messed up. I’m sorry. I just…” She blew out a breath.
Tris reached up to cup her cheek. “What?”
“I didn’t want it to be a thing. It’s just a technicality, right? Not like I haven’t been close a million times, but—oh hey, don’t stop,” she protested, glancing back at Sparks as Tris started to laugh.
“Free advice, Jules.” Tris shifted forward to roll up her drooping shirt, baring her breasts for a quick nip of his teeth. “Don’t talk about nearly screwing other guys while you have one fingering you and another about to fuck you senseless.”
“The man knows his stuff,” Randy agreed, giving her pussy a quick smack with three fingers.
She took a shuddering breath. “So do you,” she said throatily as she shot Randy a flirtatious look over her shoulder. “So maybe go back to that again?”
“Hmm. Like this?” Randy drew his fingers along her swollen slit, cupping her heat before opening her up for Tris’s inspection. Not that his friend could see a whole hell of a lot, but her whimper at being exposed to the air was plenty. “And maybe this too?”
He pushed two fingers into her again, moving them in and out fast enough to make her nearly topple forward. She braced a hand on Tris’s shoulder and rode Randy’s hand for all she was worth, any lingering shyness gone.
“Enough,” Tris rasped, nudging Randy out of the way.
Randy was pretty sure his best friend had shoved him away with the back of his hand not his dick, but he couldn’t say for sure.
They were all losing control. All doing things they’d never considered before.
“Ready for me?”
Juliet licked her lips and reached down to help Tris inside. This time, he didn’t go right for the goal, just teased her with the tip until she was crying out for a whole new reason.
He grabbed a handful of her hair and brought her face close to his. “Almost there, aren’t you?”
“Yes. God, yes. Please.”
“When I slide inside, you’re going to shatter for me.” His gaze drifted to Randy while she panted out her agreement. “For us.”
