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“Okay, Yoda,” he teases, and I giggle.
“It’s the alcohol,” I say, but neither man is buying it.
“Let's play a game!” Isaiah jumps to his feet, and I blush as his manhood dangles in my face.
“Let's go to sleep,” Anton counters, tossing a pillow at his friend, who catches it with a pout. “Do you want privacy to change?” he asks, but I shake my head.
“No. And you should both sleep in the bed. It’s more comfortable, and will fit all of us.” I try to hide how nervous I am, hoping they don’t reject me.
“Nothing would make me happier,” Isaiah says with a mischievous grin.
Anton simply nods, but it’s all the approval I need. I won’t mention the disappointment I feel when it’s clear we aren’t finishing what we started, but hell, there’s always tomorrow!
CHAPTERTWENTY-NINE
When I wake up the next morning, there's a hard dick poking my ass and another one poking my thigh. I blink my eyes open, and Isaiah grins. Anton grinds his hardness into my ass, gripping my hip, and making me gasp.
Isaiah presses a finger to his lips, telling me to keep quiet.
“He’s still asleep.”
My eyebrows go up.
“He’s partially up,” I say suggestively, making Isaiah chuckle.
“You’re still naked.”
“I am. So are you,” I tell him. But rather than the multiple orgasms I was hoping for, Isaiah just gives me a soft peck on the nose and climbs out of bed.
Shortly after, Anton does the same, much to my disappointment, but for the first time in a few days, the sun is out and shining bright.
We spend the day cleaning and shoveling snow, until dinner time. Isaiah manages to get Anton’s truck started, and I thought they’d leave, but they insist on staying until the power comes back on.
I let them talk me into board games after dinner, and before I know it, the room is filled with nothing but the light from the fireplace.
We switch to talking about Isaiah and Anton’s childhood and stories of their antics. By bedtime, I’m going crazy.
“Can you two stop torturing me and take my clothes off me already!” I finally snap, and both men lift a brow at my outburst. “If you want to, I mean…” I add, blushing from embarrassment.
“We’ve just been waiting for you to ask, baby girl.” Isaiah winks when his best friend lifts a brow. “Well, that's what I’ve been waiting for. But first.” Isaiah kneels before me on my mattress, still on the floor, and kisses me stupid.
When he pulls away, I reach for the hem of his shirt, but Isaiah slaps my hand away gently. I frown, pouting.
“First,” he repeats, “I want you to promise you won’t disappear in the middle of the night.” He raises a brow, daring me to deny him. I give him a bored look and point at the front door.
“You’d both wake up before I successfully moved one sandbag.” My tone is flat as I give him a ‘You’re kidding, right?’ look.
“When the storm ends, and the sun melts the snow, I want to know that you won’t try to hide from me. I said it before, and I meant it. If you take this piece of me, there’s no going back. You’ll be mine.” The vulnerability in his eyes makes my heart pinch, knowing I had a part to play in his pain.
“I’m not going anywhere,” I say softly, caressing his cheek with my palm. He leans into the touch and sighs.
“Good.” The spell is broken as Isaiah removes my clothes in a hurry, and turns me to Anton, who’s sitting on the couch. One soft smack to my ass, and a tiny push toward my stepbrother, tells me what Isaiah wants. I make my way to Anton, pausing between his spread thighs, admiring the bulge in his sweatpants.
“Come here.” Anton’s voice is a low growl as he reaches for me, pulling me into his lap until I’m straddling his hips. The press of his hard cock, still covered by his pants, against my bare pussy makes me suck in a soft breath. I roll my hips, seeking friction, and Anton groans.
“Take your clothes off,” I demand, leaning back, so I can tug his shirt off. Anton helps me, and I run my fingers over the planes of his abs, admiring the toned muscle. “So strong,” I murmur, making Anton smirk.
“Fuck, these tits are so perfect,” he says, brushing one thumb across my nipple, making me hum in approval. I return the teasing touch, brushing my fingers over his nipple, testing his reaction. His grunt would be confirmation enough that he likes it, but the way his cock hardens further, as he thrusts up into me makes me smile. He watches me, as I dip my head, running my tongue over his nipple.
