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Randy was there to support her. He eased closer and put her palms on his knees. She stared up into Rand’s eyes as he gripped the back of her neck. Slowly, his grip slid forward, and his hand caught her delicate neck in a firm hold.
Tristan was too far gone to appreciate it all. Until suddenly, her body shook and he had to thrust through the vise grip of her pussy. It pitched him past the threshold. He came so hard, his own thighs burned and trembled. He drove into her one last time, shaking above her as he clamped his arm around her waist to drag her up against his chest.
He spread her wide, rubbing her engorged clit as he flooded the condom. She scratched his forearm, bucking up under his hand. Tristan leaned down to take her mouth, to make sure she knew it was h
im for this one instant.
Her hitching breath crashed into his own until there was a final moment there between them before she laughed.
That Juliet laugh that could probably harden him again in maybe three to seven minutes. But for now he was too weak to do anything but crash them both onto their sides.
She kicked out her foot to urge Randy down with them. He resisted for a moment, then crawled into her. His head cradled against her chest as they all twined together with Juliet as their center.
She always was.
Tristan shoved back his hair. “I’m pretty sure you killed Randy.”
“Speak for yourself, pal,” Randy muttered.
Juliet elbowed him. “Now, now, you’re both pretty.”
“Nah, I’m the pretty one.” Tristan ran a lazy hand down her arm to her hip.
“That makes me the smart one. I’m all right with that.” Randy rolled over onto his back and stretched. “I’m friggin’ famished.”
Tristan snorted. “I’m the one who worked up an appetite. You just got to lay back and get off.”
Rand’s mouth curved up into a rare dimpled smile. “Yeah. I can’t say I minded.” He reached out and grazed his knuckle down her cheek to her lips. “That mouth. Goddamn.”
Juliet trailed her nails over Randy’s belly. “I like watching you go over. The only time I ever see you really relax.”
Randy draped his arm over his eyes. “Yeah, well, my brain was definitely not engaged this morning.”
Tristan eased out from under Juliet. He didn’t really want to pick apart who had the better orgasm. Not when he’d filled up the condom he needed to dispose of.
“Where are you going?” Jules rolled onto her side, dragging a pillow in front of her.
Randy came up beside her, resting his chin on her hip. “Food?”
The two of them were so easy together. As if it was just like any other morning. It wasn’t like that for him. Sex was great, but when it was over, he was ready to get going on something else. The fact that he wanted to slide back into his bed and get another taste of her, to see those hungry eyes as she took his cock in her mouth…
Yeah, it was time to get up.
“I’m going to grab a shower.”
“Then food?” Rand asked hopefully.
“Yeah. There’s not much in the fridge, but I can probably whip up a frittata.”
“Whip up.” Rand sat up. “Whipping up something is fried eggs or a bagel. His frittatas are ridiculous, seriously.”
Juliet’s phone blared out Pat Benatar’s “We Belong” then also started buzzing across the nightstand.
She smushed her face into the pillow. “Dammit.”
“What? Let it go to voicemail.”
“No,” she said into the pillow. She huffed, then lifted up her head. “That’s Elle’s ringtone. She never calls me unless something is going on.”
