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“Felicity, baby,” John murmured, leaning over her and pulling her close as her cries continued. Her body shuddered violently, trembling to the point where she feared she might come undone completely.

“John,” she gasped, her voice shaking. Tears spilled down her face as another wave of pleasure surged through her, tightening every muscle in her body. She clung to them both, her muscles contracting around their still-hard lengths as the aftershocks of her orgasm rippled through her, until finally, she collapsed against Nathan, utterly spent.

“My sweet baby girl,” John whispered, gently pulling her from Nathan’s body and cradling her in his arms as he lay down beside her. She could feel the shudders still coursing through her, the evidence of her release slick between her thighs as John rocked her gently, his lips brushing softly against her face, his hands soothing her back.

“Hold me close,” she whispered, nuzzling into his chest, too exhausted to hold onto him herself, hoping he wouldn’t let go. “Never let go.”

“I’ve got you,” he breathed against her ear, his promise resonating deep within her. “Daddy’s always going to be here for you.”

As the two men held her snuggled close between their bodies, Felicity fell asleep.

Chapter Five

Felicity stirred awake the following morning, nestled between Nathan and John in the massive, luxurious bed. The events of the night rushed back to her in vivid detail, her cheeks flushing as she remembered being taken by one man first and then the other, made to climax over and over again until she fell asleep in a fit of exhaustion. Her body was sore, her muscles stiff and burning as she shifted in bed. Turning slightly, she found Nathan already awake, watching her with those intense blue eyes.

His gaze was steady, his expression unreadable, and when he spoke, his voice was low and guttural. "Good morning," he rumbled, the deep timbre of his words sending a shiver down her spine.

"Morning," she mumbled, her cheeks burning with embarrassment as the memories of their intimate moments played on repeat in her mind.

Their brief exchange roused John, who stirred beside her. He leaned over, a lazy smile on his lips as he kissed her gently. The kiss was soft and warm, a tender contrast to the passion of the night before.

Nathan shifted closer, his broad chest pressing against her as he wrapped an arm around her waist. "What, no kiss for me?" he teased, his voice still carrying that gravelly edge that sent heat pooling in her belly.

Felicity couldn’t help but smile, biting her lip before leaning over to press her lips against his. The kiss lingered, slow and intoxicating, pulling her back into the warmth of their embrace.

“I guess there is no point asking you how you slept,” John said, sitting up in bed and smiling at her.

Felicity still couldn’t believe she was currently in bed with two men, both of whom she’d let fuck her the night before.

“Stop questioning it,” Nathan said, reading her mind. “It doesn’t have to be anything more than what it is.”

“And what is it?” she asked in a whisper. “I have never done anything like this before…”

“You didn’t seem to have a problem with it on Friday night.”

“Or last night either to be fair,” John said.

She looked at them. “You’ve done this before, haven’t you?”

“That’s not entirely wrong,” Nathan stated evenly.

“Sophia… She said she used to date the both of you, and everyone thought she was crazy. She was telling the truth, wasn’t she?”

Nathan’s eyes flashed with fury and something that looked like pain.

“She was, but she misrepresented the facts of the matter,” John stepped in. “Yes, she was with us for a while, but we had an agreement, and she broke that.”

“She betrayed us,” Nathan hissed. “We were nothing but kind to her, and when she decided she was done with us, she tried to blackmail us.”

“Is that why you silenced her?”

“We didn’t silence her,” John replied. “She realized we had no intention of paying her a dime for her silence and gave up on trying to extort us.”

“She’s lucky we chose to do nothing,” Nathan snapped and she realized he still held a lot of hurt from that experience.

Felicity’s first instinct was to reach out and offer comfort, to provide some relief for his pain. Outside from when he was fucking her, this was the most expressive she’d seen him be. But she had a lot of questions and was worried she would go crazy if she didn’t get the answers she needed.

“So what am I?” she asked, looking between the two men. “A replacement for her?”

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