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“I do not,” she whines, as she wiggles her way to the edge of the bed while keeping the comforter covering her lower half. The light of the new day highlights her just-fucked hair and lacy bralette, which has shifted in her sleep, leaving her nipple practically hanging out.

My mouth waters and I clear my throat, glancing at her nipple, then back at her face.

She rolls her eyes as she fixes her bra. “What is wrong with you today? You’ve seen my nipples so many times, mister—you know I have no boundaries. And if we’re now having issues with it, tell your boner to go down.”

Sure enough, my boxer briefs are tented. “Morning wood.”

Julius laughs. “I’m getting my glasses, then making some eggs. Are you hungry, Moo?”

“Starving.”

“Hey, I had my cock in your ass last night. Where are my eggs?”

Julius flips me off as he leaves the room, but I know he will cook me breakfast—he always does. Mainly because he knows my cooking skills are subpar. I can, however, microwave like nobody’s business, but anything else is outside of my skill set.

“I’m taking the first shower, so throw me your sweats.”

I bite down on my lip to stop my fucking groan from escaping. Her naked pussy filled with my cum will be inside my pants. “Why don’t you have breakfast first and then shower? Julius will have our food ready within a few minutes.”

I throw my sweats at her, and she catches them, then I turn my back to give her privacy. Instead of telling me I can turnaround, she jumps on my back and wraps her arms and legs around my body.

“Giddy up!”

I breathe slowly through my nose in a discreet attempt to get my shit together, then take off at a run out of her room and down the hall, Mellie giggling the entire way. Julius eyes us as we fly into the kitchen, and I deposit her on a stool. I saunter over to him and enfold my arms around his middle.

“She smells so fucking good with our scent still on her. I think we need to tell her today.”

He relaxes under my touch, and I sigh. Whatever happens, we will not lose her—I’ll make sure of it. I know her better than I know myself. Mellie wakes up hangry every day, so Julius makes her breakfast and a cup of coffee. She likes to sit by the window when she works, as she enjoys the natural light in her workspace. Though she loves the idea of being a plant mom, she kills everything she brings into the house. And she hates wearing shoes on the carpet, preferring to be barefoot if she can help it. Mellie loves watching old reruns of shows because she likes to know what will happen, and there isn’t a movie about love she hasn’t watched. Even in winter, she must open the windows at least once a day—fuck knows why, but I freeze my sac off to make her happy. Her favorite color is forest green. She hates pickles and insists they taste like sweaty armpits or what she imagines a sweaty armpit would taste like. Literally the only thing I wasn’t aware of was her sexual desires, and that realization hurt because I thought I knew everything there was to know about my best friend.

A loud click has me looking over my shoulder to find Mellie snapping a picture of Julez and me, a wide smile on her face.

“You two are so cute. When are you going to call it and officially become boyfriends?”

I snort and step away from Julius, leaning over the kitchen counter as I sass her. “Because we don’t only want to be boyfriends, Mellie. We have other needs and have someone else in mind to join us.”

Her face drops, but she quickly plasters on a fake smile. “You know you can bring someone here, if that’s what you’re missing.”

“Thanks for the offer, but the girl we want doesn’t even know we like her.”

“Her loss then,” she says, and the smile she gives us is real this time.

The three of us eat breakfast together. Storm has already left to meet North at the hardware store about a job they’re doing. After we eat, Mellie makes a phone call and checks some work emails, while Julius goes to shower, leaving me with the dishes.

I finish them up and put them away before I check on Mellie. She is absorbed in something on her laptop, so I head upstairs, hoping to catch Julius in the bathroom before he gets out of the shower. Unfortunately, he is already done and getting dressed in his room, so I step inside and close the door behind me. He looks up at me with a smirk.

“Don’t bother putting those sweats on. I want your cock in my mouth,” I tell him.

He slides his hand beneath the waistband of his boxer briefs, and I chuckle at his Marvel print underwear, which I bought him for Christmas. Stalking across the room, I step in close to him and grab his jaw, pulling him in for a steamy kiss.

It doesn’t last long before I spin us around and push him down onto the bed, straddling his legs.

“Do you think she will be okay when we tell her?” I ask him.

“I think she might worry about it ruining our friendship, but look at us. We fuck all the time and you’re still my best friend.”

“Sure, and me sucking your cock has nothing to do with that,” I quip as I move to slide off him, but he grabs my arm.

“I didn’t say that. Now stop filling your mouth with words and fill it with my cock. It won’t suck itself.”

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