“Holy shit.”
Bryce’s hand took the place of Camden’s, and two thick fingers plunged inside me. They sawed in and out, slowly and deliberately, while Camden tilted my chin and took over kissing me again.
This is fucking ridiculous.
It wasn’t even strong enough an adjective, to be honest. Kissing them was hot. Having them play with my pussy, even hotter. I arched my back as the fingers went deeper, moaning into Camden’s mouth as his free hand began playing with my nipples through the fabric of my sundress, which was already hiked up around my waist.
“Karissa…”
Camden murmured the word into my ear, the heat of his breath sending a lightning bolt of pleasure down my left side. I whimpered softly, not even knowing what to say.
“Taste yourself.”
His middle finger dipped into my mouth, feeding me an all-new taste of myself. They’d both been doing it. They both knew how much it turned me on.
“Now me.”
Taking my hand in his, he swirled my own fingers through the heat of my entrance. My hand brushed against Bryce’s, his digits still buried inside me. When Camden brought my fingers back to his own lips, I gasped as he took two of them into his mouth.
“You taste amazing.”
He swirled his tongue around them, licking my fingers clean. Then he kissed me, sharing the tangy-sweet taste of my honey. Dragging it through our mouths as our tongues danced and our lips churned and his friend’s fingers still writhed inside me in such a deep, intimate way.
“Who’s fucking her first?”
Bryce’s voice was thick with lust, but terse with impatience. What we’d been doing was amazing, but he needed more.
“Why not let her decide?” Camden answered.
They sat back a bit, as my own hands wandered into their laps. They were both rock-hard. I’d been stroking them intermittently through their shorts, and it was long past time those shorts came off.
“Hmmm…” I teased, pretending to care. Realistically, I would’ve done anything either of them wanted. “How about…”
I dove for the floor, hiking my sundress up over my back. Down on my hands and knees, my panties still around my ankles, I slid two fingers down my belly and between my legs.
“… whoever gets here first,” I smiled, waving my ass in the air.
I expected a double-rush, but it was Camden who held back. He watched as Bryce dropped behind me, racing to shed his clothing.
“Better to let him have it,” he laughed. “He’s not going to last long anyway.”
Bryce’s hands went to my hips, his fingers digging in tight. The heat of his taut abdomen felt like fire against the round curve of my ass.
“Besides,” said Camden, circling around in front. He dropped down level with my face, his blue eyes boring their way into mine. “I like the feel of you when you’re broken in a little.”
His voice was low and gravelly, but it was his words that turned me on. The idea of being ‘broken in’ made me gush a little. The whole thing was unspeakably sexy.
“You’re so fucking hot Karissa,” he told me, rolling a hand into my hair. Very firmly, he lifted my chin level with his. “You know that?”
My eyes were half-closed, and that’s because Bryce was already pressed against me. He was so big and hard, it felt like he could split me in two.
“I love watching you,” Camden growled. “Seeing your pretty face turn up a little, as you take that first wonderful stroke.”
He looked at Bryce and delivered a tiny nod. A half-second later, I was being filled from behind.
Oh FUCK….
The fingers gripping my ass curled inward, digging into my flesh. So did Camden’s hand, his fingers still rolled deep in my long blonde hair.
The pain was nothing compared to the pleasure.
“Ohhhh…” I whimpered. “Oh… oh my God.”
Bryce buried himself savagely, becoming one with my body. In that split-second my eyes flared, and Camden’s smile curled up at the edges.
“You see how much you enjoy this?”
The ache in my pussy was going away, the night-long thirst finally quenched. Bryce was fucking me steadily now. His body bouncing off my ass as he dug me out, using long, deep strokes.
“You enjoy it because you’re made for it,” Camden said gently. “A girl like you is never satisfied. Not with one man. Not one with one thing.”
He kissed me, and the fire in my belly turned to lava. I could feel it rolling over me slowly, as his tongue slipped past my parted lips. It brought me that much closer to my own inner explosion, as his friend gripped my hips and drilled me deep.
Three, the little voice inside me laughed. You have three different boyfriends.
If anything would satisfy me, this was it. If anything in the world would keep me from moving and running and changing my life around, it would have to be something akin to my current situation.
Maybe Camden was right. Maybe I was made for this.
Ooohhhh…
Camden broke the kiss, and I focused on his hard, angular face as he pulled away. I envisioned him in his Army uniform. I could see him riding some armored vehicle through the deserts of Afghanistan, as Bryce had said.
“We know this because we know you,” Camden continued to whisper. The hand in my hair was against the side of my face now. “You’re the kind of woman we’re drawn to, Karissa. The kind who can take on anything, even the world.”
His thumb dipped into my mouth and I bit it gently. I held it there for a moment, as my eyes met his again.
“It’s why we’re doing this with you,” he murmured, his breath sweet, “despite the risks. Despite everything we went through before, and the pain of loss.”
Camden’s expression went soft. His eyes went deeper.
“It’s why we love you.”
Thirty-Nine
KARISSA
They were two words, attached to the end of a sentence. But they carried such momentous weight, I came almost instantly.
Love you.
The lower half of my body exploded, screwing
