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Colt kissed her hungrily, his lips savoring hers. His tongue slipped into her mouth and retreated, making her chase the pleasure she knew it could bring. They’d only shared a few kisses but she knew they would be imprinted in her mind forever. Just as Drake’s would be. There was a unique synergy between them, one she could quickly get addicted to if she wasn’t careful.
Shit, she was so tired of being careful.
Colt drew back and sucked on her earlobe, turning her face toward where Drake kneeled between her splayed legs, his thick cock in hand. He tore open a condom with his teeth and rolled it on. “You ready for me, baby?”
“Yes.” She spread her legs even farther. To heck with being coy. She was ready to feel him inside her. “Please.”
He didn’t need another invitation. He cupped her hips and drove forward, impaling her in one thrust.
A quick blast of pain punched through her, and Colt caught the sound she made with his mouth. “Shh, shh. It’ll feel better soon,” he whispered against her lips, cradling her head against his shoulder.
It already was. Drake had stilled after the first thrust, and the discomfort swiftly became heat. So much heat. She rolled her hips restlessly, trying to urge him to move. She whimpered in between Colt’s kisses, unwilling to pull away long enough to tell Drake what she wanted. Needed. Hoping he’d be able to read her desire from the impatience she couldn’t suppress.
“Christ, fuck her, man,” Colt growled. “Don’t keep her waiting.”
Drake obliged, pulling out and sliding back in, going so deep she had to rip her mouth away from Colt’s to get oxygen into her starving lungs. She tried to force back the cry that bubbled up in her throat, but there was no fighting it. No staving off the spasms that wrenched her in two soon after he began to stroke into her in earnest.
And he wasn’t finished yet.
* * *
Nirvana. Drake had found it in Paige’s tight pussy.
He drew back and snapped his hips forward, again and again, watching pleasure transform her already beautiful face into something magnificent. A flush rode her cheeks and her eyes were fever-bright, dancing with the madness that drove him on to plow into her over and over. He’d gone into autopilot.
Somehow he remembered to rub her clit in between his surges into her welcoming body. Somehow he even managed to lower his head to take one of her swollen pink nipples between his teeth while Colt did the same to the other. But when his buddy lowered his hand between her legs to take over the work on her clit, Drake nearly lost his rhythm. Nearly forgot how to breathe from wanting his friend to lower his hand, just a little bit.
He’s made his choice.
The words were a mantra, and cold comfort most of the time. Here and now, he could stomach them better than usual, because Paige was writhing and arching beneath him as her legs wound around his waist. And from the quick pulses of her inner walls around his cock, she was already climbing to orgasm once again.
“Drake, please.”
Her thin cries made him pump faster, harder. The ache in his balls grew to the point of no return and he slipped his fingers over her clit, briefly tangling them with Colt’s. Her wetness made them slide together, so close, and his head reared up, his gaze snagging on his best friend’s glittering golden one before sliding to Paige. She’d closed her eyes, giving herself over entirely to the contractions now milking his cock.
He pounded into her one last time, letting go with a sound he wasn’t sure was human. He emptied and emptied, his hands gripping her hips hard enough to bruise. And when he pulled out and rolled to his side, wheezing, he wasn’t the least bit surprised to see Colt swiftly take his place between her open thighs. He’d already donned a condom.
“Drake gave you a slow ride. You up for fast?”
He pinched her inner thigh and she whimpered, making Drake grin in spite of his utter exhaustion. Fucker always had to come in on top.
Oh, how he o
nly wished.
“Again?” she asked, staring at Colt’s fully erect dick as if she couldn’t quite believe what she was seeing. She’d yet to experience Colt’s rapid-fire recoveries. He’d gotten to watch them several times.
“Again.” Colt flicked his index finger over her clearly sensitive clit and she bucked up, her legs parting instinctively. He slipped inside, gliding into her in a smooth way that belied his claims of going fast.
Whatever else Colt Bennett was, he was a considerate lover. He’d never push Paige for too much, too soon. At least not tonight, and anything beyond these few hours wasn’t guaranteed.
Drake frowned. Hell, forget not guaranteed. It probably wasn’t even possible. Weddings didn’t come along every day, and he honestly wasn’t sure either of them would’ve gone along for the ride if not for some kind of leftover wedding sentiment, for good or bad. Colt in particular. Today had been hard on his friend, even if he would never admit it.
Even if right now he powered in and out of Paige with sweat gleaming on his tensed muscles, looking for all the world like he’d never been anything but confident, and demanding, and in control.
“Ahh, that’s it, baby, tighten up on me. Let me feel how much you want my cock.”
Drake swallowed a groan as he leaned over to kiss Paige’s damp throat. He needed to take off his spent condom, but fuck, he really wasn’t altogether sure he wouldn’t come again right away if Colt kept talking like that.
