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Half an hour later, Anton has changed, and Isaiah is dressed once more. I serve the tea and cozy up in my bed. Isaiah looks around the living room before taking a spot beside me on the bed. I’m between him and Anton who’s on my other side up on the couch.
“What are you doing?” I ask, lifting my brow, and Isaiah grins.
“Getting comfortable in bed.”
“So we’re sharing?” I ask, and he nods, frowns, and then jumps to his feet.
“Actually, you should share with Anton. I’ll take the couch.” Isaiah moves so quickly, and with so much force, that before he can even put up a fight, Anton has been kicked out of his spot on the couch.
“Pain in the ass. I’ll just sleep on the floor,” Anton grumbles, grabs a blanket, and lays it on the floor. I shiver just looking at it.
“You’d rather freeze on the floor than share the bed with me?” I don’t mean to let the question slip, but once it’s out, I shake my head. “Never mind. If you want to spend the entire night miserable, that's your problem.” Maybe it’s the fact that I’ve been bored out of my mind all damn day, or maybe I’ve just reached my limit, but I drain my tea and yank my covers over my head.
Dream walks up, paws my head until I lift the blanket, and then curls up beside me. She’ll only lie with me until I fall asleep, then she takes her place in the cat bed, but I still curl around her small purring body.
“At least someone wants my company,” I huff, refusing to let the sting of rejection get to me.
I’m not sure how long I’ve been asleep when I feel a large, warm body wrap around mine. I hum, wiggling back into the comforting hold, and then sigh when I feel the hardness that's pressing into my ass.
Must be a dream. One of those you wake up for. One you can control before you ultimately wake up. I reach my hand back, gripping the hardness that's rubbing against me.
“Fuck,” the man behind me groans, and I smile, feeling brave because it’s a dream.
“Touch me,” I murmur softly as I roll until I’m facing Isaiah. I drape one leg over his waist, giving him easy access to my center as I stroke him through his boxers. “And take these off,” I whisper.
“You’re supposed to be asleep,” Isaiah hisses as I grow impatient, reaching into his boxers and taking him in my hand.
“Shh,” I seal my lips to his, kissing him lazily. I grab his hand and lead it where I want him.
“We’re being watched,” Isaiah says as he pulls away from the kiss, looking at something over my head. I look up, and the dreamlike spell is broken as Anton and I lock eyes. He draws in a sharp breath when he sees where my hands are.
“Not dreaming?” I ask, just to be sure.
“Not at all.” Isaiah’s cock is still in my hands as I stare into Anton’s eyes. When Isaiah dips his fingers into the waistband of my shorts, I moan. Oh, jeez.
Things quickly unravel from there. My eyes fall shut as Isaiah teases my clit, and his cock twitches in my hands, reminding me to stroke him.
My mind is still hoping this is a dream. In a dream, Anton would keep watching. Or join. In a dream, I could have everything I wanted. My hands are snatched away from Isaiah and pinned above my head. I’m on my back, looking up, as Isaiah adjusts his weight until he’s grinding his cock against my center. I look up, shocked to see it’s Anton holding my hands in place.
He doesn’t say a word, just looks down my body. Isaiah steals my attention, and I look down. He rips my shirt open, exposing my breasts to the chilled air, and works his way down my body. I lift my ass when he tugs my shorts and thong off, earning me a groan of approval.
Isaiah leans back, admires my body for a moment, and then grins at his best friend.
“Touch her.” Anton’s voice is husky and low. But Isaiah shakes his head.
“I’ve touched her before, and I’ll touch her again. But you haven’t.” Isaiah’s confidence has my breath picking up, and my eyes drifting up to Anton. With a whine of disappointment, I watch Isaiah retreat to the couch, leaving me naked.
“I can’t,” Anton shakes his head, but he makes no move to release my hands, even as I squirm under his scrutiny. “It’s not right.”
“She was going to marry your cousin. I don’t think anyone here gives a fuck about a societal rule involving step-siblings. Stop tormenting yourself and touch her.” Isaiah seems so relaxed as he leans back against the couch, stroking himself through his boxers.
“Please,” I whisper. This snaps whatever trance Anton was in, and he releases my wrists, falling back. He rests his arms on his knees, his eyes closed, as he shakes his head. Embarrassment burns my chest, and I cover myself with the blanket. “He doesn’t want to. Don’t push him,” I mumble, turning, so I can’t see either man.
This is why, when Isaiah snatches my blanket away from my body, and lifts me off the bed and into his lap, I gasp.
He’s naked, and he positions me, so I’m facing Anton. My legs are spread on the outside of Isaiah’s thighs, and my back is to his chest. The first brush of his fingers across my nipples is like lightning to my clit, and I arch.
He repeats the motion, over and over, until I’m a writhing mess in his lap.
