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  The two of them guide me to Jackson’s bedroom, where my clothes are abandoned and scattered all over the floor. When I slip my panties down my hips, Jackson grabs me and hitches my legs around his waist, lifting me with ease. I feel the brush of Trevor’s hand against my ass as he down to unzip Jackson’s pants.

  It’s not easy, and it takes a little bit of maneuvering, but together the two of them successfully wrestle his erection free, and I feel the hard, waiting rod pressed against the apex of my thighs. He finally lays me down on the bed, pulling off his shirt and reaching for the box of condoms.

  My heart races in anticipation and I watch

  Trevor lays on the couch and I straddle him, grabbing his manhood and guiding it slowly into my pussy. Jackson kneels behind us, and while I’m riding Trevor’s cock, Jackson is working his lubed-up fingers into Trevor’s ass.

  When he’s prepped and ready, Trevor reaches up to still my hips, keeping me in place before he slides his cock into Jackson’s ass. A low groan rumbles from Jackson’s chest as Trevor slides in to the hilt.

  When he gives a sharp thrust, bucking into Jackson and driving him into me, I’m instantly aching for more, and I start to roll my hips again.

  I ride Trevor’s cock while Ivan fucks him in the ass and the pleasure is almost more than I can stand. I lose track of when one orgasm starts and the next begins, fluttering waves coursing through me over and over again. Until something stronger rips through me, a climax so powerful I can’t even scream, it steals my breath and sends me spinning.

  When I’m finally coming back down, Trevor’s chest is heaving as he comes down from his own release. Heat bathes my insides, held back only by the thin latex barrier. And it’s not long before Jackson follows suit.

  It was every bit as intense, every bit as good as it had been last night, but now there was something deeper to it. Now, it felt like something real.

  Epilogue

  Veronica

  Six Months Later

  “Wasn’t the bed on the other side when we were in here half an hour ago?” Trevor asks as he and Jackson traipse into our new bedroom.

  “Yes, it was, and now it’s over here,” I reply primly, “I decided that’s where it looks best.”

  “And you couldn’t have waited for us to help you with it?” Jackson complains, looping an arm around my shoulders and planting a kiss on the top of my head.

  I roll my eyes. “I just slid it, it’s got wheels!”

  “It’s still heavy,” Trevor argues.

  “Well, fine, since I did so much heavy moving all by myself, I guess I’m all done, then,” I tease, making a big show of brushing imaginary dirt from my hands. “You big, strong boys can take it from here.”

  I take a few steps toward the door and Trevor catches me around the waist, spinning me in his arms to face him and pressing a kiss to my mouth.

  Together, the three of us are in the process of unpacking our new house. We’d picked out a place in the city nearby. It’s just a short trip over to visit Keith, or for me to go over for classes.

  It had felt like a good compromise, putting us into a bigger city for Jackson to work in, but still bringing us closer than where Jackson had been living before, hundreds of miles away

  It had been more than a little bittersweet to leave behind the delicately painted forest I’ve spent the last few years surrounded by. But Keith had assured me that the room would remain intact, even if I was no longer in it.

  I stretch, enjoying the popping along my stiff spine, but before I can flop down onto the bed, the pair of them catch me and I end up entangled in their arms, giggling, until those giggles give way to moans.

  Jackson trails kisses down my throat down to my breast, and when he pauses to tease my nipple with his tongue, Trevor pulls my arms behind my back, leaving me helpless and giving Jackson free reign over the full length of my body.

  He continues trailing kisses down my body and drops onto his knees, shoving my thighs apart. My knees feel week and I can barely stand, but I’m safe in Trevor’s grip and I know he’s not about to let me fall. But I know that if it weren’t for him, I’d be going down, because when Jackson’s tongue delves between my folds and glides over my clit, my legs turn to jelly.

  I feel the thick ridge of Trevor’s cock pressed against my ass, and while he’s holding me fast and I can’t touch, I can still grind back against him.

  He sucks in a sharp breath. “Fuck, Veronica,” he hisses.

  “Please,” I breathe, “I need to feel you both inside me, please, right now.”

  Jackson rises to his feet, licking my slick arousal from his lips. “Well, it’s rude to keep a lady waiting,” he says.

  Trevor releases my arms and moves over to the bedside table to grab the condoms and lube. Jackson crawls onto the bed and lays on his back, and at Trevor’s direction, I straddle the other man, my dripping pussy hovering over his cock.

  Jackson wastes no time, guiding himself into position and driving up into me, drawing a sharp cry from my lips.

  Trevor kneels behind us, between both of our legs, and I feel his gently probing fingers at my ass.

  I hadn’t expected to enjoy anal sex, the first time I had tried it, but I’d quickly grown to enjoy it. But I mean, it’s hard not to enjoy anything they do to me. The way they touch me, they play my body like a fine instrument.

  Sometimes it all seems too good. So perfect that I almost wonder if it’s real.

  So when Trevor’s cock, slicked up with a healthy coating of lube, slides inside me and I them filling up both of my holes, it’s a familiar kind of bliss, but one that I can’t get enough of. One that I’ll never get enough of.

  They drive into me in unison, thrusting into my pussy and my ass and keeping me sandwiched between them. But no matter how rough they take me, the love runs under it all.

  I feel the coil of an orgasm building in me quickly, worked up as I already was from the teasing of Jackson’s tongue. “Don’t stop,” I plead, “Don’t stop, you’re gonna make me-“

  They ramp up the speed and I topple over the edge with a scream, white spots dotting my vision and my body wracked with shudders.

  It doesn’t take long before the two of them crest over the hill into pure bliss right alongside me, the three of us intertwined as one.

  It’s been a whirlwind, but I wouldn’t take back a single moment. And I know that our new home is just the first step of many into the brand-new life that the three of us are building together.

  THE END

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  Chapter One

  Lacey

  My best friend greets me at the baggage claim of the airport with all of the deranged excitement of a cocaine-fueled squirrel. She pounces on me, nearly toppling me over, and her squeal of excitement leaves my ears ringing.

  We haven’t seen each other in close to a year now, and I know Max (short for Maxine) has missed me. And frankly, it’s my own fault I haven’t come to visit. “Max, you’re crushing me,” I wheeze, wriggling in her embrace and trying to blow a handful of her brown curls away from my face.

  “Suck it up,” she replies cheerfully, “The price of staying at Chez Maxine is the destruction of your ribcage.”

  I manage a weak chuckle despite her vice-grip, and briefly wonder about punctured lungs. But she finally releases me and looks me up and down fully. “Holy shit, girl, you look amazing!”

  “Yeah, well, stress diet,” I say with a small smile.

  Max frowns. “Did you manage to find a place before you left?”

  I nod. “I found a cheap month-to-month place for now.”


  She makes a face. “Sounds skeevy.”

  “Better than the alternative,” I sigh, snagging my bag off the carousel, “I can’t afford to keep staying in hotels, and all of the apartments in my price range seem to have no vacancies.”

  “You could move out here with me,” she cajoles, grabbing my bag from me and leading me outside.

  I snort. “Like I could afford it, it’s ten times more expensive to live out here, even if I am splitting with you.”

  “You could find a job that actually uses your degree instead of wasting your talents,” she shoots back.

  I hold my hands up placatingly, laughing. “Ok, ok, I’ll think about it, I promise.”

  She tosses my bag in the trunk and we get into the car. “But seriously, are you holding up ok?” she asks.

  I nod firmly. “Good riddance to bad rubbish.”

  “And everything else? No more headaches, no more dizzy spells?” she looks at me worriedly.

  “Not for a while, no,” I say.

  I find myself subconsciously reaching for a spot on the back of my head. Carefully concealed under the top layer, there’s a spot where my blonde hair is only about an inch and a half long, in the places around the scar where it actually grew back.

  Max reaches over and pats my leg. "Don't worry," she says, "By the time I'm done with you, you won't even remember his name."

  "Whose name?" I ask, a smile beginning to curl the edges of my lips.

  "Attagirl!" Max crows.

  I grin, but the truth is that I've barely given any thought to The Asshole since The Incident. It was freeing to be rid of him.

  But being single again had me thinking about… Him.

  Adam.

  My "One that got away."

  Adam Olsen had been my high school sweetheart, but then he had gotten an incredible scholarship at a school I couldn't afford, and being split across the country had ruined us.

  But I'd never really moved on. I had tried, but no one compared. And so I had ended up in a string of awful relationships, with the latest being the worst.

  I don't know how to share my heart with anyone else when he still has a hold on it.

  "Earth to Lacey," Max chants, startling me from my brooding thoughts, "You alive in there?"

  I blink and smile. "Yeah, sorry, just zoned. Guess the jet lag is hitting me."

  "Well, we'll just have to pump you full of caffeine, then!" Max quips cheerfully, "Because there is no stopping us today."

  "There's never any stopping you," I shoot back, half laughing and half groaning at her energy.

  But true to her threats, she pumps me full of energy drink and the two of us spend the day on a mad tear through town. Manicures, pedicures, and Max drags me through a dozen or so of her favorite shops.

  By the time I collapse onto her fold-out couch, I'm so exhausted I'm sure I'm going to crash immediately, but my brain stubbornly refuses to shut off.

  My thoughts are drawn right back to Adam, and I think back to the last day I ever saw him, a week after I turned eighteen and the day before he left for school.

  "Come with me tomorrow," he whispers against my lips.

  I'm straddling him, our shirts abandoned somewhere on the stairs and my pants tossed aside somewhere else. My dad said he wouldn’t be home until later tonight, and we have the whole house to ourselves.

  “What?” I laugh, kissing him again, “I can’t do that.”

  “Why not?” he asks, pulling his face from mine and looking into my eyes, “Lace, I can take care of you. You know that.”

  A heady swirl of emotions surges through me and I slide off of him. All I want is to run away with him, to hand myself over to him completely, and that terrifies me.

  I know I can’t. I have to be more than just his girl, I have to have a life of my own. And to me, that means my own job and my own education. But the lure of running away with him is heady, with the alternative being a semester of basics and panicking over my “undeclared” major.

  I’ve been crying myself to sleep for over a month, at war with myself. I wonder if my head and my heart will ever be on speaking terms again.

  No matter what I choose, I lose.

  “I’m not just gonna come be your little housewife while you actually make something of yourself,” I reply, the words coming out harsher than I mean them to.

  “That’s not what I meant-” he protests, sitting up.

  “Then what did you mean? I can’t afford the schools out there,” I fold my arms across my chest, “You’re asking me to give up any kind of a future of my own.”

  He sighs, “You’re right. It’s not fair for me to ask you that.”

  Tears sting my eyes and I look away from him, not wanting him to see. But he knows me too well. He comes over to me and pulls me into his arms. “Shit, Lace, I’m sorry, please don’t cry. We’re going to make this work,” he strokes my hair, trying to comfort me, “I’m coming to visit you over Thanksgiving, and we’re both flying home for Christmas, it’s going to be fine.”

  “I want to go with you,” I admit, “I want to give up everything and just let you be my future. But we both know better.”

  I lean my head against his chest, listening to the thrum of his heartbeat. “It’s just four years,” he murmurs, “We can do this.”

  I nod, then look up at him. “I love you,” I whisper.

  “Love you, too,” he says, smiling that crooked grin that makes my heart stop.

  I stand on tiptoe to kiss him, and we melt into each other, falling back into my bed and shedding the last of our clothes. Somehow in the madness, Adam rolls on a condom before pinning me down and moving into me.

  I cling to him, my legs around his waist. It feels like I can’t pull him close enough, and he sinks deeper and deeper into me with every thrust. His teeth find my lower lip and he bites down, and that little flash of pain brings out something feral in me.

  My nails sink into his back, and I tear my mouth from his to trail kisses along his jaw until I reach his neck and bite down.

  The scrape of my teeth on his flesh makes him let out a growl of pleasure and he slams into me harder. Our lovemaking becomes rough, animal, like we’re desperate to leave our marks on each other.

  And we do. My neck and breasts are dappled with bruises from love bites, and so are his chest and throat. There are long scratches down his back, and when my orgasm sneaks up and steals my breath, I kiss him so hard I taste blood, and I can’t say for sure if it’s Adam’s or my own.

  My climax almost always seems to triggers his, and as I’m still reeling with aftershocks, he grips my hips hard enough to bruise as he cums, thrusting deep into me with a groan.

  He rests his forehead on mine, both of our faces damp with sweat as we try desperately to catch our breath.

  I try to memorize every inch of his face, from that scar on his eyebrow to the constellation of freckles across his nose and cheeks. I nearly lose myself in the ocean of his eyes. With his blonde hair and sun-kissed skin, he’s like sunshine personified. So I soak up every bit of the warmth while I can, and all the while, I try to tell myself that this won’t be the last time. It can’t be the last time.

  But it was the last time, I think as I’m drifting to sleep, my heart still racing and my body aching with need from the memory of his touch…

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