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I shake the glass at him, with a smile. I can already feel warmth spreading through my limbs. “More, please?”
He raises an eyebrow but takes my glass and walks over to the bar to refill it. I look back at Lincoln, who’s watching me with narrowed eyes.
“Maybe we should call it a night,” he says, glancing at the clock.
It’s past 1 a.m. I know he’s right, but I’m not interested in going back to my dorm. It’s nice being here. With someone. With them.
Lincoln moves to stand, but I grab his hand.
“No. Please,” I say. His dark hair falls over his forehead as he looks down at me, and I have the sudden urge to touch the soft strands. I can feel Trey’s gaze from across the room, and my cheeks heat. “I’m not ready to go back. I want to stay.”
“Oh…kay,” Lincoln says, staring at where our hands connect.
I pull away from him.
“Sorry.” My face is on fire. I have no idea why I did that, but I feel like an idiot.
They probably think I’m a clingy weirdo.
Lincoln chuckles. “We don’t think you’re a weirdo, Sunshine.”
Dear God. Did I say that out loud?
Lincoln sits back down. “If you want to stay, all you have to do is ask.” His voice is deep and husky. I feel Trey sit down on my other side, sliding the fresh drink into my hand. I shiver involuntarily, though I’m not sure if it’s from the cold glass or being wedged between them.
I take a sip. This one definitely has less alcohol in it, which is probably a good thing because I swear I’m getting loopy off the first one. Trey’s large fingers trace patterns along my skin, leaving trails of fire in their wake. I close my eyes and release a shuttered breath.
When I open my eyes, Lincoln’s face is inches from my own. I place my glass on the coffee table, and I can’t stop myself this time—I reach out, pushing the hair from his forehead. He makes a growling sound as my fingers weave into his thick strands. My eyes snap up, looking into his. They’re practically black, his pupils dilated with lust.
Trey’s hands drop to my waist and slide under my shirt, skimming along my stomach. I swallow a moan. I can already feel the dampness in my panties.
Lincoln hesitates only a second before pressing his lips to mine. The kiss is tentative at first but quickly escalates to urgent and needy. It’s not as desperate as it was in the theater. This kiss says things he and I can’t say—emotions we aren’t willing to accept. It makes me dizzy and breathless, and I’m free-falling. But for once, I welcome it. I let go of all my control because I feel completely safe. I slide my tongue between Lincoln’s lips to tangle with his, and he moans softly. Trey’s hands inch my sweatshirt up, and I break my kiss with Lincoln so Trey can pull it over my head, leaving me in my jeans and bra.
I pull Link’s face back to mine hungrily, and Trey moves my hair to one side and drops soft kisses on my neck and shoulder.
Holy shit. It’s happening again.
I feel like I should stop this. Sharing them—it’s not right. But I don’t feel guilt like I thought I would. Instead I just allow myself to exist in this moment—to want them both.
I rise up on my knees, crawling into Lincoln’s lap as I grind my pussy against him shamelessly. He pushes back against me, groaning at the contact, his hands grabbing my ass to pull me even closer.
“Shit,” he growls.
Trey chuckles before flicking open the clasp on my bra and pulling the straps from my shoulders. He cups one of my breasts in his large hands, pinching my nipple. Hard. The jolt of pain makes my pussy tingle, and I break my kiss with Lincoln, gasping for air. Trey’s stubble scrapes against my sensitive skin as he leans in and takes one of my aching, hardened nipples into his warm mouth.
Lincoln starts to bite and kiss along my jaw. His hands slide beneath the waistband of my jeans, moving around my hips to rub my clit through my damp panties.
“Fuck,” I breathe, already feeling a euphoric ache building between my legs.
“You’re so wet,” Lincoln purrs appreciatively. “Is this what you want, Charlie? Both of us? Together?”
Despite the books I’ve read, the idea of sex with multiple guys hasn’t really crossed my mind. I figured guys didn’t actually want to see each other’s dicks, and a real threesome would probably involve a lot of accidental…dick bumping.
That would be hot.I giggle involuntarily.
Trey pauses his sucking. “What’re you thinking about?”
“I, uh…” But the words are caught in my throat when Lincoln’s thick, long fingers slide between my folds and into my pussy.
