Can you really be—
My fingers closed over soft fabric, yet beneath that fabric was something hard and thick and familiar. Something I’d encountered an hour or so ago, back on the couch.
“Get these off.”
The words were mine, but they weren’t. They came from my throat, but I couldn’t possibly have said them.
Karissa. NO.
Yes, I told the voice in my head. Double yes, actually.
The sound of Camden’s clothes hitting the floor was soft but unmistakable. When I looked up again he was beautifully, gloriously naked. His chest was tremendous, cut down the middle by two rock-hard pectorals I wanted to lavish with kisses among other things. But it was his cock that staggered me. Because Camden was big.
Really big.
“Holy shit.”
My words must’ve had some comedic effect, because now he was smiling down at me. The hands that were on my face sifted into my hair. They rocked me gently forward on Bryce’s cock, even as he stepped to the very edge of the bed and leveled his hips with my face.
It took no effort at all to reach out and swallow him whole.
OHHHHH…
There was something primal about going down on a guy, and feeling him come alive in your mouth. That feeling of being wanted, lusted after, desired. Of making someone so hot that you changed the very way the blood flowed through the course of their body.
“Mmmmm…”
Camden let out a groan as I reached into my little bag of tricks, sucking him hard while sliding my tongue along the underside of his impressive shaft. He was getting even bigger, hard. More ready than ever for what came next, and I had no doubt in mind as to what that might be.
You’re about to fuck two guys!
Hell yeah I was. And I was going to let myself enjoy it, too.
At the same time…
The reality of the idea was enormous, when you looked at it as a whole. These weren’t two ordinary guys, not by any means. Physically they were hard and shredded, tall and enormous. They were best friends, since childhood. Two people who’d shared so much in life, who felt so comfortable around each other that they could actually share this moment, simultaneously, with the same woman.
And somehow that lucky woman was me.
And they’re your bosses, too. Don’t forget that part.
I couldn’t, really. And maybe that was somewhat of a turn-on as well. As if I really needed more turning on, at this point.
“Try her, bro.”
Bryce’s words sent another flash of sexual heat rocketing through my core. He was offering me to his friend. Giving access to my body to him, like he was sharing the other half of a sandwich.
And speaking of being sandwiched…
Camden enjoyed me for a few more strokes, pinning my hair back over my ears so he could watch me go down on him. I was being rocked back and forth, spit-roasted between them. Somehow I still kept my balance, even using one hand to pump him with my fist.
My newest lover nodded at his friend and I felt Bryce withdraw slowly. He felt reluctant to pull out. I was equally reluctant to see him go.
Then I was pushed onto my back, and Camden was nudging his way between my thighs. I opened my arms to welcome him.
Holy shit, Karissa.
His body felt enormous, and so incredibly powerful. I could barely get my arms over his shoulders.
“Guess you can after all,” I chided him, playing with the back of his hair. Camden responded with a half-smile that was more of a smirk. He guided himself against me with one strong arm, dragging himself through my wetness before pushing the head in first.
Oh God.
I bit my lip. Squeaked a little, like a mouse.
Then he sank into me, my thighs opening so wide it felt like he was splitting me open.
Twelve
CAMDEN
Plunging into her was the greatest feeling in the world, just as I knew it would be. Those long, sexy legs. That soft, feminine body so tight and warm as it squirmed beneath mine. She had that natural beauty that so few women possess, coupled with eyes that were expressive and soulful… and locked on mine.
Still, entering her was the most frightening thing in the world, too.
Damn.
I was disappointed in myself, but also elated. Half guilt-ridden, and half consumed by raw, unchecked lust.
In other words, I was an emotional mess.
She even feels like her.
The thought was intrusive, even sacrilegious. I shoved it away quickly. If I was about to do this — and it sure looked like I was — I needed to live in the moment. I had to enjoy it, and make it good for her, too. Even as my brain reeled with an overload of the most nostalgic déjá-vu.
You were supposed to be strong, Camden.
I already was. I mean, I had been. It had taken every ounce of will to pry myself away from that couch earlier. To resist the urge and temptation to take her back to my room and strip her down. To devour her whole, then make incredible, sensual love to her… all beneath the safety and sanctity of my own sheets and blankets.
But somehow I’d walked away.
Only to walk in on this.
Dammit, Bryce.
But shit, was he really to blame? He and I had wanted her equally, all these past weeks and months. We’d talked about it in times of weakness. We’d considered the pros and cons of shirking off our original agreement; the one we’d bound ourselves to, along with Roderick.
More like because of Roderick.
That part was true also. Roderick, as great as he was, was a man who lived in the past. He fought his own demons, and sometimes those demons dragged us down with him. It had been almost two years now. Two whole years of mourning, of penance, of making things right in our heads…
Again I pushed the thoughts away. Karissa was kissing me, holding my face in her tender hands. She whimpered into my mouth
