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All too soon, he’s warning me that he’s going to come, and I’m silently insisting that he keep going. With a few more thrusts that have my eyes watering, he pushes my head down and stills, spilling his hot seed straight down my throat. It tastes horrible, but I swallow every bit he gives me.
When he releases me, I take a deep breath and glance up at him, finding his lids hooded over, completely satiated, just how I wanted him. He grips me by the back of my neck and fuses our mouths together for a hot, quick kiss, not caring that I still have his cum on my tongue.
When we part, I crawl over to Brody, who’s taken over lazily stroking himself and waiting patiently.
“I loved watching you,” he says, reaching over and wiping under my eyes. “Taking Hayden’s cock like that. Fuck, you looked so damn hot.” His praise causes a new kind of heat to spread through my veins, warming me from the inside.
I get onto my knees and lick my way up his shaft, starting at the base and ending at the engorged head. Knowing he’s gentler, I give it a sweet kiss, then suck it into my mouth. He groans and the backs of his knuckles tenderly drag down my cheek in approval.
With the care that Hayden doesn’t want or need, I take him all the way into my mouth, then glide back up, swirling my tongue around the head once again. I continue to do this, over and over again, until Brody’s legs are shaking and he’s warning me that he’s close. Just like with Hayden, I don’t stop. Instead, I increase my speed and suction my cheeks, and seconds later, Brody explodes in my mouth. This time, though, it doesn’t go down as easily as it did with Hayden, and I have to quickly excuse myself to go spit it into the sink before I gag and throw up. While I’m in there, I use the restroom and then brush my teeth.
When I return, the guys are standing in the kitchen with the pizza that must’ve been delivered while I was in the bathroom.
I glance at Brody, feeling bad that I couldn’t swallow it. “Sorry about that,” I mutter, a bit embarrassed.
“What the hell are you sorry for?” He cuts across the kitchen, his eyes narrowed. “That was without a doubt the best head I’ve ever gotten, and I’ve tasted cum before and that shit’s gross.”
His admission has me laughing. “It totally is,” I agree, grabbing a slice of pizza and taking a bite.
CHAPTER TWENTY
HAYDEN
Playing hooky with Bree means getting up at the crack of dawn and getting my shit done, so I can take the day off. But as I lie in Brody’s bed, where the three of us fell asleep last night—after giving Bree a couple of orgasms that left her sated and barely able to keep her eyes open—it’s hard as hell to pry myself from this bed.
Bree’s sleeping on her stomach, facing me. Her blond hair is splayed out across the pillow and the sheet is only covering her lower half, exposing her creamy back. She’s snoring softly and her plump lips are making a perfect O shape, reminding me of the way she sucked Brody’s and my dick last night.
She’s gorgeous, but more than that, she’s sweet and funny and down to earth. She’s the complete opposite of the women Brody and I have dated, yet she’s perfect for us. The way she’s shy and reserved, yet trusting and open—
“I can feel you staring,” she rasps, cutting off my thoughts. She scoots toward me, laying her head into the crook of my shoulder and throwing her arm over my torso.
“I can’t help it,” I admit, not caring that the next words out of my mouth make me sound corny as hell. “I could stare at you all the damn time.”
She laughs softly and snuggles closer against me. “Do it quieter so I can sleep,” she jokes.
I’m supposed to get up, get some work shit done, but I lie here instead, trailing my fingers up and down her back as I listen to her fall back asleep. I lean in and smell her hair—because I’ve officially turned soft—and sigh at the vanilla scent. She always smells sweet, like she was made to be in a bakery.
“You’re such a creeper,” Brody whispers through his laugh, obviously having caught me sniffing Bree’s hair.
“How the hell does she always smell like a damn cupcake?” I whisper back, shaking my head.
“She’s too sweet for her own good.”
“Truth. You sure you don’t want to join us at the beach?”
“Nah,” he says. “I have a meeting this morning that I can’t miss.”
After watching her sleep for a few more minutes, I carefully shift out from under her so I can get ready and get some stuff done. If I’m going to convince my dad and the other investors that we’re better off forgetting about the building Bree lives in, I’ll need to make a compelling argument because the first time I brought it up, my dad wasn’t buying it.
