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“Jesus, sugar,” Ford moans.
With Ash’s hips rolling taking Ford’s cock deep into his ass, I open my mouth and let his thick cock swipe against my tongue.
Ford and Ash’s muffled curses are low and gravelly.
“Damn, you two.” Ford goes rigid, his fingers bruising Ash’s hips. “I’m fucking coming.”
“Christ, you’re a beast.” Ash holds my head. “Suckme down, baby.” His fists clench as he thrusts his dick deeper down my throat.
My eyes water, it’s so big, and he’s so strong. It’s a shocking difference from how he is with just me. Ford brings out a rougher side to Ash.
I love how they’ve both opened up to me. That they know they can be themselves with me. I’m strong enough for them.
I keep sucking Ash, milking him. Taking all of him, I want every drop.
He rides Ford with a beautifully sculpted body, curved with muscles, and a head full of long, wavy flaxen hair that’s all over the place.
After a few screeches, Ash lets go ofmyhair. Or Ford pried his fingers away, seeing how rough he was.
“That was fucking filthy,” Ford gives a hoarse cry. “Neither of you are going anywhere.”
There’s nowhere else I want to be.
I feel so bound to these two men, and now I’m shattered at the idea of walking away.
TWENTY-EIGHT
BERNADETTE
Sunday morning after the pre-dawn romp, we shower, or rather, I shower, and Ford takes Ash’s hand, and they shower.
Whether it’s to give me a break or for them to have alone time, I’m not sure.
But I don’t mind. They each carve out their alone time with me.
Not thinking too much about all these little particulars, I clean up, blow out my hair, and then put on some light makeup that I keep in my purse.
When I step out of the bathroom, I see a bag of my clothes sitting on Ash’s bed with a note.
You’ll want a comfortable outfit for today.
Ford signed the personalized notepad with a handsome and clean FM in a blue circle.
He must have taken Ash’s Defender, picked up clothes for me, and then parked that expensive tank in a garage like he promised last night.
Thinking Ford and Ash are still lost in each other, I pad to the kitchen to find them both showered and dressed. Ash is in jeans and a golf shirt under a sweater with a half zip, and Ford wears a sexy sweater and track pants.
These are truly the most gorgeous men I’ve ever seen in my life.AndEmery, who I haven’t heard from. His silence kicks at my heart.
God, I’m a glutton!
“You’re both clean and dressed. How long did I take?”
Ford hops off a metal-backed leather stool while Ash squeezes fresh orange juice.
“You can always take as long as you want, sugar. These were clothes I’d left here.” He pinches his sweater, and it reinforces their history.
“Oh.” I twirl around. “And thank you for these.”
