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Sawyer twisted his mouth, as if in thought.
“Well?” I asked.
He gave a brief shake of his head. “Trying to decide if it’s worth it or not.”
I snuggled closer to Gage, burying my face in his chest. “It’s worth it.”
“It’s also not something you can fake.” Gage turned away, and headed toward the master bedroom with me in his arms.
Sawyer followed. “Last thing I’m going to do right before sex is brag about faking it.”
In the bedroom, Gage set me on my feet, and I turned to Sawyer. I brushed my lips over his. “Bragging about that is probably a bad move any time.”
“I swear to you”—Sawyer grabbed my face between his hands and crushed his mouth to mine with an intensity that stole my breath and my thoughts. —“this is all so real it nearly drove me insane.” His voice was breathy and desperate.
I could sink into this forever. It was so good. So solid. Enough to stop the talking while all of our mouths were occupied with other things.
Gage pulled off my shirt. Sawyer was behind me, to tease his fingers up my spine and undo my bra, while Gage leaned past me to kiss him.
I liked being the filling in this sandwich.
Gage cupped my breasts and teased his thumbs over my nipples, only pausing long enough to let me yank off his shirt.
Sawyer pressed into my back, bare skin on bare skin, to tease his hands down my sides. Lower, over my jeans, between my legs. Pressing into my slit through denim. Teasing. Keeping up the attention until I was squirming and squeezing my thighs together.
I reached in front of and behind myself, fumbling with Gage’s and Sawyer’s zippers at the same time. Was I coordinated enough to undo one of their zippers one handed? Let alone two?
Sawyer made a sound that was half groan, half chuckle, and nipped at the shell of my ear. “Greedy girl.”
I did my best to lean into his touch without pulling away from Gage’s, and my fingers slipped off the button of Sawyer’s jeans. “What does that make you, stealing kisses from both of us?” I countered.
“Just as greedy.”
Gage grabbed my wrist and dug his fingers into the skin, drawing a gasp from me. He pushed my arm behind my back, and Sawyer grabbed both of my hands, to hold me captive.
Gage never let up on the attention he was giving my nipples. Sucking and biting and stealing my breath. He dropped his hands to my waist to undo my jeans, and shoved those and my panties halfway down my thighs, exposing and binding me.
In Wendover, I thought being trapped between the two of them in a competition was hot. This, with them both working together to play with me and each other? A billion times more scorching.
While he held me captive, Sawyer slipped his free hand along the curve of my ass, and over my thighs. His touch was light enough to tantalize and tempt, growing the throb of need from my core. He glided along my skin that was already slick with my juices.
He slipped inside me as much as he could with my legs trapped, and that lingering feeling of being penetrated zinged through my senses.
Gage brushed a touch over my clit, and I bucked into the sensation. My entire body was a live wire sitting at the edge of a puddle, sparking and dancing with every nudge.
Gage and Sawyer worked me harder, slipping one way and then the other, rocking me between them, pushing the build of friction higher and higher until my head was light and floaty. I was trapped here, in a tiny circle of pleasure, and the fact that they both held so much power over what happened next was both terrifying and freeing.
The sensations built inside, surging and evening, then pulsing again, until I hovered at the edge of climax. Lingering right there was a unique kind of torture, and oh so delicious.
When orgasm raced through me, I was helpless in its waves. Gage and Sawyer coaxed my body until I couldn’t take any more, and sighed away as much as I could, with a wobbly giggle.
We lingered for a moment, them holding me up and letting me catch my breath. The unspoken agreement to pause was tantalizing too, in a new and wonderful way.
Feeling their bodies, being enveloped in their scents, left me wanting more. They finished stripping me out of my clothes, and made sure I was seated on the bed, then moved their attentions to each other.
They undressed in a hungry wave of kisses and gropes. Gage’s jeans came off. Sawyer’s pants.
And then they were both naked too, muscled, their cocks standing at attention.
