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But fuck. I already knew the answer. I had known the answer the second that I was reassigned to that damn festival.

“Yes. I’ve always wanted you. I’m just…really fucking scared.”

“I know,” he whispered back. “And I know I have so much to make up for. But let me start here.”

Theo released my throat before squeezing in closer to me and placing a kiss at the top of my head. I shivered beneath both of their gazes. Except, when I tried to duck away from them, it was Zack’s hand that moved to my throat next, and he angled my head right at Theo. “Do you want him, too? Do you want Theo?”

My thoughts scrambled on a dime as Zack’s hold tightened.

That question was far, far harder for me to process.

Did I want Theo? Did I want my husband’s brother, who should have been my brother, too, by law? Did I want to risk everything with my needs?

My mind flashed back to just last night, once again.

To the sight of Theo standing there, with his cock in his hand and dripping cum on the floor, and how I hadn’t been turned off in the slightest. Even while Zack continued licking at me. In fact, I had wondered if it had turned me on even more—when I had heard the sound of him moaning but had refused to look up to confirm my thoughts. Let alone when the groan from his orgasm had hit my ears, mixing with my own orgasm in the most sinful way.

Zack had moaned into my pussy then, too. Heknew. But he just kept going.

They really did want this.

Tears filled my eyes at the realization. My voice was hoarse when I spoke. “Yeah. Yeah, I think I do.”

Theo’s hands didn’t hesitate before they were at the button of my jeans, snapping them open. His eyes stayed on mine as he responded. “Kiss me like you fucking mean it then. Not just to make him jealous. Show me.”

And that time, when I tugged at his shirt to bring him as close as possible—Zack’s hand still on my throat in a possessive hold—I meant it with everything that I was. Our mouths clashed furiously, and it was mere seconds before our tongues battled each other’s next. Moans tore from the both of us at the pent-up need, and Zack’s groan as he kissed my shoulder and watched only added to it.

Fuck, how I ached to sit in his lap. To genuinely show him how much I did want him.

Even if I shouldn’t want him at all.

While Zack watched, content, knowing I was still his, too.

Theo broke our kiss first. We both heaved for oxygen as we stared at each other. Yet, I couldn’t stop staring at his lips for more. It was both erotic and obsessive all at once. And I found that no part of me regretted it whatsoever.

Theo grunted. “Good girl. Now, kiss your husband.”

Zack’s hand on my throat disappeared as I turned towards him. I didn’t have a second to even grip him, to bring him closer, before his mouth was on mine—swallowing my moans. My hand moved to cup the back of his head feverishly. To bring him as close as possible. Though, I halted entirely when I felt Theo pulling at my jeans.

“Wha-What’re you doing?” I asked, choking on my own throat.

Zack chuckled as his lips moved down to my neck.

Theo’s hand pulled at my jeans again as he smirked. “Help me get these off. Just to your ass so the world doesn’t get the show of a lifetime. I’m gonna make you cum on my fingers, right here, right now. You can choose which one of us you want to fuck more after that, princess. When you come back toourhotel room for the night.”

thirteen

THEO

Estrella stuttered on her next set of words as Zack and I both tried to wrangle her jeans down slightly for better access. “I—what? I’m going back to your room with both of you?”

Zack almost looked offended. “Obviously. I’m your husband. Where did you think you were sleeping?”

I groaned deep in my throat when she lifted her ass to help us out. The sight of her black, lace panties entered my line of sight, and I was grateful that I was sitting, or else my knees absolutely would have buckled. I wanted so badly to see her nude, but I didn’t need some stalker fan to see her bare pussy yet—even if we were pretty much in the damn sky—so I had to settle with that sight first.

My hand came to press over the entire front of her, and I grunted when I found her hot and wet already. She continued on a low moan. “By myself? Like, normal, I guess?”

I snorted as I pressed into her more firmly, craving her heat. “Nope. Not allowed. Never allowed again.”

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