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Colt reached up and took hold of her chin. “Are we safe, darlin’?”
She nodded after a second. “Yeah, I’m on the Pill and I’m clean.”
“So are we. Drake?”
“Yeah,” Drake rasped. He couldn’t say more.
“We won’t come inside you. Just wanna fuck you bare.”
“Okay.” She glanced back at Drake, nodded. “Okay.”
Drake hauled in a breath and waited until Colt had retreated to shed his condom. Then he sank back into Paige’s pussy. Freaking hell, she grasped him so perfectly. Now he could feel every bit of her flesh. Soaked and swollen and his.
Theirs.
He prayed he could hang on for more than two thrusts. Prayed this night wouldn’t screw them all up irreversibly.
* * *
Watching his best friend fuck Paige was the sweetest kind of torture.
She was rocking back and forward on top of Colt, inadvertently grinding against his pulsing dick with every movement. The heels of her hands dug welts on his belly as she used him for leverage, and her tits bounced with every gyration. Her long hair tickled him as she dropped down low to take every one of Drake’s punishing thrusts, and fuck if her tight nipples didn’t feel like nails tripping over the nerve endings in his chest.
He was so damn close to coming, and he wasn’t quite ready yet.
“You two better speed things up,” he managed, fisting her hair to drag her head up. He slanted his mouth over hers, plunging his tongue between her lips without finesse. He didn’t have any left. All he could think about was his cock aching like hell between her sexy thighs. Drake had positioned her so she rubbed her wet pussy over his dick when she slid forward, which of course meant he felt Drake’s steel pike more often than not too.
And that was turning him on almost as much as the slick slide of Paige’s pussy over his burning flesh.
He didn’t know what was going on with him, and to be honest, he didn’t care. He wasn’t going to overanalyze it. They were with Paige, and this was about making her feel good. It was about so much more than them.
Paige bit his lower lip as she hit another peak. He tasted blood and reached up to grasp her pink-tipped tits, squeezing them hard while she broke apart. And the trickle of arousal against his cock became a damn gush.
Shit, Drake had about two freaking seconds.
“Fuck.” Drake’s shout broke the still night as he yanked himself back. The splash against her backside dripped down onto Colt’s inner legs and that was all it took.
He wasn’t just coming. He might be dying.
Letting out an animalistic grunt, he yanked Paige’s hips up and drove into her to the hilt, managing one wild thrust before he reared back and tore off the condom, his release drenching her belly and soft, swollen breasts. She moaned and ducked her head, her lips sliding over his while his hips heaved. She kissed him gently, easing his way through the orgasm that wrung him out and left him limp. He dropped to the blanket and she followed, pressing kisses along his jaw and throat, whispering quiet words of comfort he didn’t fully understand.
But he wrapped his arm around her neck and held on just the same.
He felt rather than saw Drake fall to the blanket beside him. They were both panting like runners.
After a moment, she rolled off Colt and slid on top of Drake, burying her hands in his hair as they kissed. Colt turned to watch, swallowing at the sight of Drake’s big hand tenderly rubbing her back.
This wasn’t just fucking. Not even close.
“I think we need to rinse off,” Colt said suddenly, getting to his feet. The silence between them was comfortable, but the thoughts spinning through his head weren’t. They shouldn’t be there so soon after an orgasm like the one he’d just had, so he’d make them go away in whatever way necessary.
“But—” Paige squealed as Colt bent and scooped her up, racing with her to the water’s edge.
“Plug your nose,” he warned, jumping with her into the deeper part of the watering hole.
“Oh my God.” She screeched and clung to him, laughing. “It is deep enough to swim in. Everyone said it was, but I had my doubts.”
“Of course it is.”
