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He helps me onto all fours on the bench seat—naked between them. My face is toward Grayson, who’s still jerking off in long, smooth strokes, while my ass is toward Caleb, who caresses one hand lovingly over the round globe of my butt cheek. Without warning, he pulls me back onto his cock. I moan and shudder as he fills me completely.

Grayson kisses me while Caleb palms my ass, running his warm hand along my spine.

I can’t think, can’t focus on anything but the pleasure flooding through me.

I lean down and align my mouth with Grayson’s cock, teasing the length of him with my tongue.

“Rilee…” he groans.

His calloused fingertip grazes my cheek as I lower my mouth, trying to take as much of him as I can. He tastes masculine and clean, groaning loudly when I swirl my tongue around the wide head of his dick.

A long, low sound of pleasure pours out of him. “Goddamn…”

“Good?” Caleb asks, his voice rough.

“So fucking perfect,” Grayson replies.

He strokes my hair, and I barely last two minutes before I’m coming in a wet gush all over Caleb’s impressive length.

“Fuck,” Caleb groans. He grips my hips and buries himself deep, his body giving one final jerk as he lets go. With a shudder, he leans over me to kiss the spot between my shoulder blades.

A calloused finger grazes my cheek—Grayson’s silent warning that he’s close.

I don’t heed his warning, swallowing down a salty taste as he curses and moans.

“Fuck, Ri,” Grayson groans.

It takes me a moment to realize several things at once.

One, I just had my first threesome. Two, the rain has stopped. And three, traffic is now zipping past us.

Caleb finds my leggings and shirt, helping me into them while both guys quickly pull up their jeans and tuck themselves away.

“Well, that was probably the world’s most intense rainstorm, right?” I say, trying to ease the tension. I have no idea what any of this means or where things might stand between us now.

Caleb pulls back onto the road and wraps an arm around me, tucking me close to his side. “You okay?”

I nod and give him a small smile. I think so. To be honest, I’m not even sure how to feel right now.

Grayson gives me a mischievous look. “Sure you’re okay, Ri?”

I lean over and give him a small kiss.

I’m conflicted on the drive back. I’d always been the good girl—doing what was expected of me day after day, year after year. And now look where that had gotten me: under a mountain of stress, homeless, and with more student loan debt than I can handle.

Apparently, when an opportunity for a little fun comes my way, I’m powerless to say no. But now I’m terrified that I’ve somehow angered Caleb or Grayson.

Even though they’re both being oddly calm about this.

Caleb’s hand rests on my knee, while Grayson’s thumb strokes the inside of my wrist.

When we return to the house, Grayson hugs me and fist bumps Caleb before heading to his room.

Caleb is quiet as we enter.

I decide the best course of action is to make myself scarce. I grab my Pharmacology textbook and head for my room.

Caleb’s firm grip on my elbow stops me in my tracks. I turn to face him.

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