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She reached over to the table. Smart girl had come prepared when she’d gotten her tripod.
Randy’s arm shook as he held onto the couch. “Wait.”
“Do it,” Tristan growled.
Juliet looked up at Randy. She lifted herself up enough to swipe her tongue over the head before taking him in hand. She drew the latex over Randy’s engorged cock. The head was purple even through the condom. He’d been denied for almost an hour now.
Rand was a goddamn rockstar.
“Drag your cock over her pussy lips and then let me see you slowly sink into her.”
“Not without you.” Her whispered voice broke through the haze in his brain.
“What?”
Her eyes were hungry, but she stopped everything to look at Tristan. “We’ve never done it without you.”
“The pictures.” Tristan slammed his mouth shut. The green-eyed monster threatened to split his chest open and let them see all his secrets.
“He touches me. We’ve made each other come.” She lifted her hips. He could tell how much she wanted Rand, but she didn’t move any closer. She reached up to cup Randy’s face with a gentle smile before turning to Tristan. “But not this. Not without you.”
Tristan pushed his hair back. His chest burned. Not without him. They’d waited for him. “I’m here. I might not be in that room, but I’m here. Fuck her like I would, Rand. Take her hard and let her know how much you can’t resist her perfect body.”
Her perfection, period.
The woman who forced him onto his knees too goddamn many times.
Randy stared at Tristan for a hot second. His eyes were bleak at first, then filled with understanding.
This thing between them didn’t make sense, but it was all they had right now.
Rand nodded and surged forward, driving her up the couch until Juliet had to grab the arm to push back on him.
The slap of skin and her shudders put Tristan front and center in the scene before him. He fisted his cock, pumping with every stroke Randy made.
Tris reached back to grab his T-shirt and pull it over his head to cover the bed. His release flared as hot as a caramelizing torch. It skinned him alive as he watched Randy lose it, watched Juliet curl around him, legs and arms until they were a tangle of skin.
His cum splashed over his T-shirt and his hand. A groan tore out of his chest and Juliet’s name spilled off his lips.
When his brain stopped buzzing, and his peripheral vision came back, only the sound of labored breaths filled the space. Tristan crumpled his T-shirt and tossed it into his laundry basket before he crashed onto the bed.
Jules pressed her forehead to Rand’s.
He should be at her back.
He should have taken her ass while they were so incredibly in sync.
But he was five endless hours away.
Tristan’s gaze tripped over his huge empty bed. He couldn’t watch anymore. Not when his fingers ached to touch her, to smooth her skin and cuddle her from the back like he always did.
He and Randy never seemed to have trouble with her between them.
The stolen touches were one-sided this time.
“When are you home?”
