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Emery reaches up and grabs onto the back of my neck.

“When?”

“When you told me to stay away,” I confess. “I tried it.”

“Holy fuck,” he breathes. “And what did you think?”

“I’d rather it was you.”

Emery leans forward and grasps onto my hair roughly, pulling me up into a filthy kiss.

“Your wish is my command,” he utters and then I hear it, the uncapping of a bottle. And I feel it, a fingertip swirling around my hole and my back arches.

“How many fingers do you think you can you take?” he asks as one slips inside of me.

I gasp and my hands slip on the tile wall in front of me. “Oh god,” I groan.

“Yes, more of those sounds,” he says, shifting behind me.

His finger starts to move and then it hits something, and I slip slightly, trying to keep myself upright, but goddamn, my legs are shaking.

“There you are,” he mutters, and he starts to press into it in short bursts.

“Oh fuck!” I grunt and then reach up and grab onto the shower head, trying to keep myself from just keeling over, because whatever he’s doing to me is fucking amazing. How have I never done this before? Why haven’t Emery and I been doing this every day since we first met?

“That’s your P-spot,” he mutters and then I feel myself being stretched wide as he pushes a second finger inside of me.

“Shit, look at you. Taking it like a good boy. You would be a power bottom,” he grumbles and then does that thing with his fingers again until I’m writhing back against him. I’m helpless to do anything but whimper. “Just when I thought you couldn’t be any more perfect, you go and do this.”

He keeps talking, but I can’t make sense of his words. My brain is a mess. I can only feel him stretching me wider, his fingers fucking into me and then his free hand moves around me and grasps onto my leaking cock and he’s pumping me from both sides.

I’m gasping, a sob nearly tearing from my throat as I near the edge and spill over incredibly fast.

“Good god,” Emery says and then he pulls his fingers from me. “You are going to take me so good when it’s time.”

Then he turns me to face him and pushes on my shoulders, and I sink to the floor of the shower. Water sluices down my neck and back as he grabs onto his dick.

“You on your knees for me is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

I grasp onto his thighs and dig my fingers into the lean muscles as he starts to pump himself in short, quick bursts.

“Open your mouth. I want my come all over you. Gonna mess you up. Gonna fucking wreck you, August.”

I part my lips obediently and then he moans loudly, ropes of white shooting from his cock and landing on my lips, my tongue, and my cheeks.

He blinks down at me with glassy eyes and smears his come into my skin with his fingers before tilting my head back and letting the water wash it away.

“That was even better than I imagined.”

“Yeah,” I mutter and press my face into his groin and clutch him to me.

It was everything.

CHAPTERTEN

EMERY

“Would you two please stop flirting,” I grumble, looking at August grumpily. My fingers were just inside of him and here he is smiling and chatting with Hector. Hot Hispanic Hector, with his big muscles and pretty eyes. Hector who’s never flirted with me. Hell, I don’t even think August has flirted with me. I’m un-flirtable.

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