Page 8 of Just You & Me


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Instead of responding, I lie down beside him. I pepper his racing pulse with kisses and tweak his nipples in time with each jerk of his hips. The deep sawing of breath in and out of his lungs tells me he's about to teeter off the edge.

With a final kiss and tug of his platinum locks, I make my way behind Marc, admiring the view of his tight ass high in the air. Fingers slicked with lube, I probe his puckered hole. "You're going to take me here while Dirty Boy takes his boyfriend's thick cock." On the final word, I press in. His muscles spasming around my first two digits.

"Yes, please," Leo murmurs, bright eyes flicking back and forth between us. Marc moans, thrusting his hips back into me, demanding more.

"Shh, I got you, Trouble."

I ignore the way Leo frowns, and Marcus stalls for a beat when the sound of my condom wrapper ripping reaches their ears. I'm clean, but that's not a step I'm willing to take. With anyone.

Snaking my hand around Marc's throat, I pull his back to my front and slowly sink into his tight ass. "Oh fuck, you feel so good wrapped around me." I release him and follow his body down as his angry, hard cock seeks the warm hole of his partner.

My dick twitches at Leo's gasp of pleasure. I moan when his nails dig into my ass, pulling the three of us flush together in one hard thrust.

"Fuck us, Jude.Please."

How could I say no to this blissed-out begging man beneath us?

"Jude, please!" All self-control I might have had snaps when Marcus pleads too. The man who can make me laugh like no other is asking for me to fuck him with a voice so deep it sends shivers skittering across my skin.

And so, I do.

I fuck my best friend into his boyfriend. The two people I couldn't live without and yet force myself to live apart from.

I ignore the connection flowing through our bodies and focus on the pleasure their bodies are giving me in place of a hookup I might have found at a bar.

"Leo! Marc!" I come with their names ripping from my soul. Not far behind me, they clutch onto each other, bodies convulsing with each pulse of bliss. Mumbles of love and praise pass between them. And for the first time since I got here, I feel like an outsider.

Clenching my jaw, I slip free and back away from the bed as quietly as I can. They are having a romantic moment, and I shouldn't be here for it. I swallow the lump forming in my throat, only for it to linger. Running a hand through my waves, I try to settle my racing heartbeat as I search for my clothes.

"Jude?" I ignore the concerned lilt of Leo's voice.

I have to go. I'm intruding now.

Boxers on and shorts buttoned, I reach for my T-shirt lying haphazardly by the door. A hand grabs my wrist, halting my pursuit of escape. I skip over the hard planes of Marc's chest and barely hold in my cringe at the soft look he's giving me.

"Stay?"

"That's okay, thanks though."

Moving away, I grab my shirt and close the bedroom door behind me. Not before I see the pure look of sadness dripping from Leo's face.

I'm a bastard.

But they don't really want me there, anyway. I'm doing them a favor.

Nobody wants a fuckboy to spend the night.

ChapterFive

RYLEE

The sun is shining, birds are chirping, and the promise of a fun Saturday lingers. So, what does that mean? My spawn won't sit still.

"Layla. A few more times, then we can go outside, okay?" I try to keep the frustration out of my voice. She huffs and throws herself against the back of her chair in annoyance. Her glare is fierce as she stares down the alphabet.

My never-ending pit of guilt gurgles to life in the pit of my stomach. Bug turned five a few weeks ago and should be starting preschool next month at the end of the summer with other kids her age. She could have started last year too. Instead, I'm dragging her from state to state and telling myself that I'm giving her the experience of a lifetime. When, in reality, I'm running and dragging her right along with me.

"One more time, then I promise we can have some fun. Deal?" I hold my breath, really hoping the compromise can end our morning battle of wills.

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