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Chapter Seven
Alyson
My heart pounds faster with every step I take up the stairs towards the bedroom, Max and Forrest on my heels. My head is spinning, and I’m sure I’m going to wake up any second and realize I’m dreamed up this whole crazy fantasy scenario.
I can’t say it would be the first dream I’ve had about getting the two of them into bed, but I never imagined it would actually happen, especially not like this.
I step into the bedroom and take a deep breath. “You’re sure you want to do this?” I hear Forrest ask.
I turn to look at him and see Max nodding, and I’m surprised to see that there’s still no trace of jealousy in his face. If anything, he looks excited. Forrest looks at me, his gaze searching.
“Yeah,” I say softly, glancing from him to Max, “I’m in if you guys are.”
There’s an awkward moment between us, with none of us quite sure where to begin, so I decide to make the first move, stepping forward and shyly reaching for the buttons on Forrest’s shirt. My hands are trembling and I struggle with them a little. I glance over at Max to gauge his reaction, and he smiles.
“What’s the matter, sweetheart, need a hand?” he asks, quirking a playful eyebrow up at me.
My face flames, but I step back and quirk a challenging eyebrow at him. “Sure, go ahead.”
Max is clearly a little taken aback, not having expected me to turn it around on him. But after searching my face to assess my response, he steps up to the challenge.
While the idea of watching the two of them turns me on, it’s not exactly part of our arrangement, however, and I can tell that the two of them are both a little uncomfortable. So while Max removes Forrest’s shirt, I remove my own.
Forrest turns to look and his eyes widen. “Wow.”
My cheeks turn red. “What, that bad?” I ask, looking down at myself.
I’ve always been reasonably comfortable with my looks, considering myself at least on the level of cute-girl-next-door type, even if I’m not a beauty queen. I don’t love the extra pounds on my belly or my thighs, but I know the curves of my bust and my butt help make up for it a little.
“Max is a lucky man,” he says simply, looking me up and down, “A very lucky man.”
“Damn right I am,” Max replies with a grin.
I can feel my face burning and I look down at the floor. “Well, at least he’s a generous guy, sharing the luck, right?” I joke timidly.
“Indeed he is,” Forrest agrees.
“Come here,” Max says, crooking a beckoning finger at me.
I step over to him and he kisses me fiercely, reaching down and deftly popping open the button on my jeans. He yanks down the zipper and slides a hand down my pants to stroke me through my underwear.
I gasp, my knees going weak at the delicious contact, and he chuckles. “Always,” he murmurs.
He tugs my jeans and panties down, then steps back. “Get on the bed,” he orders, his voice low and commanding.
A pleasant shiver runs through me and I eagerly obey. Max turns to Forrest. “You strip and get yourself geared up, and I’ll get her warmed up and ready for you,” he says.
Forrest nods, and Max comes over and shoves my thighs apart. “Not that you need much warming up, do you, baby?” he asks, sliding a hand up my thigh and slipping two fingers between my folds.
He’s right, I’m already slick and wet, and he smirks as he slips a finger into me. “You’re my filthy little slut, always ready for me,” he murmurs, and the dirty talk makes my breath hitch.
“Yes, sir,” I whisper.
“And it fucking turns you on, doesn’t it? Thinking about both of us fucking you?”
“Yes.”
“Good. Because I’m going to enjoy every fucking minute of watching him knock you up.”
