Friendship had turned to affection. Affection had turned to something… more.
“Switch…”
Camden’s voice was so deep and thick I barely recognized it. He pulled out of me abruptly, as if trying to halt some unstoppable wave.
“Here.”
Together they spun me between them, and suddenly Bryce was between my legs. He buried himself instantly, wrapping his hands around my thighs to pull me against his incredible body. I had no say at all. No time to react. Before I knew it Camden was kissing me again, holding my head tightly against his heated thighs. His lips were slow and searching, his mouth bouncing along with mine as his friend put me through the paces. My pussy was soaking wet. My whole body was throbbing.
I was screwed so many times I lost count. Dragged all over the living room floor, and even bent over the arm of the sofa and drilled practically to tears. They stopped fucking me only to devour me with their hungry mouths, burying their handsome faces between my dripping, quivering thighs. I lost track of who was inside me, who was in front of me. It didn’t matter. I didn’t care.
“Fuuuuuck.”
The word drifted in with the undeniable urgency of impending orgasm. I was on my hands and knees again, before the light of the flickering television. Getting nailed so hard from behind, I was seeing stars.
“Shoot it.”
I gasped the words more than said them. I was that breathless.
“Oh baby, shoot it.”
The scream came next — or maybe it was a roar. I knew it was Bryce by the way he bucked into me one last time. By the way he slammed my hips backward to hold himself as deep as he could possibly get, while unloading inside me.
“YESSSS…”
I half-laughed, half-cried. I was just so happy for him. So relieved to hear his extended cries of pleasure.
“Fuck yes.”
He bucked some more, churning and rotating his hips in a great big circle. Then he withdrew, and his come dribbled out of me. It ran down the inside of my thighs as I stayed right where I was, a hot river of seed still seeping from my pussy.
Oh my God.
Camden took me immediately afterward, filling the void his friend just left. He lasted no longer than ten strokes, possibly twelve. Then he was coming too, grunting and groaning. His fingers digging into the supple flesh of my ass as he pulsed and throbbed, erupting inside me all over again.
Oh my fucking Go—
My lips parted as Bryce began kissing me, so hotly and feverishly I could only kiss back. Somewhere in the middle I collapsed, stretching out on my back. I was still kissing them one by one, lolling my head back and forth while two different hands fingered me to one last cream-soaked orgasm. I cried my way through the resulting earth-shattering climax, my legs spread obscenely wide.
Damn...
The return to earth was long and lingering. It was full of touches and nuzzles, of warm cuddles against hard bodies as the three of us curled into a multifaceted ball on the floor.
“One of you needs to pull the couch blanket down here,” I uttered finally, when I could speak again. “And the other needs to get some pillows.” I smiled and yawned. “We’re sleeping right here, because I’m not moving.”
“Oh yeah?” asked Camden.
“Yeah.”
“And what are you going to do?” Bryce chuckled.
“I’m going to find the remote and hit the rewind button,” I told them. “I have the feeling we might’ve missed some of the movie.”
Forty
KARISSA
I dreamed, and for once the bad dreams stayed away. In my dream I had contentment instead of unrest, pleasure instead of pain. For the first time in as long as I can remember I found freedom in my dream. Happiness and peace.
When I woke to find Camden stroking my arm, I realized why.
“Hey…”
I smiled at his smile. We were face to face, alone in the darkness. Well, almost alone. Behind me, Bryce was snoring away like a lumberjack’s chainsaw.
“Does he always—”
“Pretty much, yeah.”
I chuckled, enjoying the smile of contentment on Camden’s face. He wasn’t always so happy, at least not outwardly. Usually he was hard and tough. At times like this though, a person could see through all that. Underneath it all, he was very sweet.
“What time is it?” I yawned.
“Not sure.”
I paused for a moment, considering something. Before I could overthink it, I blurted it out.
“Maybe it’s time I came clean.”
Camden’s outstretched hand was still stroking my arm. He said nothing as he continued doing it.
“Not totally clean mind you,” I added.
“So you’ll still be dirty?”
“Oh I’ll always be dirty,” I smirked back at him.
“Thank goodness.”
“I just mean that… I mean… well…”
I took a deep breath, wondering where to begin. Before I could start, the hand tracing my arm clasped my shoulder reassuringly.
“You tell me whatever you want to tell me,” he said softly. “And nothing you don’t. Okay?”
I swallowed, nodding appreciatively as I stared at his high, beautiful cheekbones. God, could this guy get any more perfect?
“Okay.”
“Because if you don’t want to—”
“I’m from Concord, New Hampshire,” I said flatly. “I wasn’t born there, but it’s where I grew up.”
Camden was holding me now, our arms and legs entwined. The closeness was comforting, and so was the silence. He was smart enough to say nothing.
“I was a police officer there too,” I added. “Two years on the force. My parents are still there. They’re divorced now, and live in different parts of the city, but…”
I shrugged, thinking back to their split. It had happened afterward. It might’ve had nothing to do with what happened, but it could also have
