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“You love when Coach eats your pussy. Don’t you, Hope?”
“Yes,” I moaned. “I love it. It’s so good. So. Good.”
“You’re so good, baby,” Jamie murmured. He lowered his lips to my neck, nibbling gently on the sensitive skin. I bucked, grinding against Rowan’s tongue, and he moaned and grabbed my hips, pulling me forward.
Jamie’s hand moved between us and in a flash, the tip of his cock was nudging my pussy.
“Please!” I cried out.
“Anything for you,” Jamie whispered. He speared me on his dick, pushing me down until I was taking every last inch of it in my pussy. Rowan groaned and trapped my clit between his lips, sucking and swirling his tongue around the swollen pearl while I thrashed and writhed on Jamie’s cock. He had me pinned. I wasn’t going anywhere. I was at their mercy. Jamie hooked his hands under my knees and pulled them up to my chest, spreading my legs for Rowan. He pressed his tongue flat against my clit, moving his whole head in circles, applying pressure from the outside while Jamie pushed all my inner buttons. When they fucked me like this, I couldn’t believe I thought that one man could ever be enough. Jamie had left me sore and deeply satisfied on a regular basis, but he couldn’t suck on my clit while his cock was buried to the hilt inside me. He was flexible, but not that flexible.
Rowan eased off, circling my swollen pearl lightly with the tip of his tongue. Jamie was rocking me gently in his lap, barely moving inside me. The moment seemed to stretch on forever, and I hoped it would never end.
And then, all at once, my body was peaking in a moment of pure ecstasy.
My bones and muscles turned to liquid gold as they played me like a fine-tuned instrument with their expert hands.
Jamie was right behind me. He tensed up and then let out a strangled yell, and I could feel his cock jerking, pumping rope after rope of come so deep inside my pussy. Rowan kept up his steady rhythm between my legs the whole time, teasing my clit with little flicks of his tongue as Jamie and I came together in divine slow motion.
47.
Rowan
Later that evening, when they were both sleeping peacefully, I lay there in the bed beside Hope, wide awake. I’d managed to run from this feeling—love—all my life.
I guess I should have known it would catch up to me, one way or another.
I studied Hope’s face, almost angelic in the moonlight. The pain in my heart was bittersweet. I never expected to feel for anyone the way I felt for her.
Obviously.
If I thought I was going to fall in love with her, I never would have said yes to this little arrangement. I would have turned tail and run, far and fast, in the opposite direction.
Now, you couldn’t drag me away from her with a tow truck. I didn’t know what a future with her and Jamie might look like. I didn’t care that I might always be playing second fiddle. I would exist simply to fan her and feed her grapes if that’s what she wanted from me. As long as I got to be near her, to hear her laugh and touch her smooth skin. The kids online would probably call me a simp for her. I wasn’t totally sure what that meant, but it sounded right.
They were leaving to visit her brother in Denver the day after tomorrow, and I was already dreading being away from her. It was just a long weekend, but I felt like I was staring down the business end of a prison sentence. I no longer cared whether my feelings for Hope were appropriate, or even smart. Self-preservation had flown out the window. I didn’t care about anything as much as I cared about being with her, in whatever way she would have me. And until she told me to leave, I wasn’t going anywhere.
I rolled onto my side, facing her. The vibration in the mattress brought her to the surface of sleep, but she didn’t break through to waking.
“Keep dreaming, princess,” I whispered. “All is well here.”
48.
Hope
My day was made as soon as I woke up and saw that Rowan was still in my house, still in my bed. He was rumpled and unguarded, and fast asleep. Jamie was snoring behind me. I looked back at him, smiling at the sight. He was a prince, completely confident of his place in the world.
I snuck into the kitchen to cook a garden frittata and start the coffee pot. Rowan padded out first, and I turned to him with a grin, grabbing the front of his shirt and pulling him into a scorching kiss. When I finally broke it, he was gasping for breath.
“What was that for?” he asked. I laughed. I loved Jamie, but I recognized myself much more in Rowan. Jamie was sure of himself, confident in his choices. He was exactly where he wanted to be, and he couldn’t imagine a world where he wasn’t right where he belonged. It was why he could be so carefree when it came to sharing me with other men. He never feared for his place. He knew it was with me.
Rowan, on the other hand, was always waiting for the other shoe to drop. He was positive, upbeat, but I could see the gears in his head turning. I saw through him because I was the same. Always making lists in my brain of what could go wrong. Never fully trusting anything. Except, Jamie had taught me that there were some things I could count on, no matter what. And I hoped that together, we could teach Rowan the same lesson.
“I’m just happy you’re here,” I said, holding his hands in mine. We were staring into each other’s eyes when Jamie cleared his throat from the hall.
“Sorry, want me to come back in a few minutes?” the red-headed hockey captain asked with a mischievous grin. I let go of Rowan’s hands and turned to greet Jamie the same way I’d greeted Rowan. He gathered me against his chest, sighing contentedly as I licked his top lip and pressed my mouth to his.
Rowan stepped up behind me, and I could feel the heat of anticipation rushing through my veins, burning me from the inside.
