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“Fuck, yes, so good,” I moan.
“I want you to cum,” he commands. “I’m going to make you squirt.”
I’m about to tell him I don’t know how, but then he fucks me with his fingers, licking and sucking my clit in perfect time, and I’m lost to the sensations. I feel as if I’m about to explode as the pressure builds inside me, but he doesn’t stop.
“I’m gonna cum!” I cry.
That doesn’t stop him; he keeps going, faster and faster as I cum hard. The ongoing pressure and pleasure make me erupt, and I gush everywhere, squirting for the first time ever. I’m worried that he’s going to stop, and I want more. I want him to fuck me.
With shaking legs, I try to stand, and he helps me to my feet. I pull him close, kissing him, enjoying the taste of me on his tongue. I pull down his pants, springing his massive erection free. He’s huge, even bigger than Wolf, his cock proud and girthy. I take it in my hand, stroking up and down the length of it.
“I want you to fuck me,” I purr, even though he’s far taller than I, and I don’t know how the logistics of shower sex are going to work. However, I was forgetting how strong he is.
He lifts me with ease, wrapping my legs and arms around him for support. He pushes me up against the wall and guides his cock to my already soaking wet and ready entrance. He moves inside slowly, allowing my body to accommodate his size. It feels incredible, especially as my nerve endings are still alight from my orgasm. I can tell it won’t be long until he makes me cum again.
“Fuck, you feel good,” he says, kissing me deeply as he thrusts inside me.
I feel dizzy with pleasure, my senses filled with him. Who knew the nice guy could fuck this good?
He kisses my neck as I cry out in pleasure, a second orgasm already tearing through my body as he fucks me right there in the shower. When he finds his release only a short while after me, I feel an immense sense of satisfaction that I was able to pleasure him, too.
Bear wraps a big, fluffy towel around me as we climb out of the shower. He kisses me again, a deep, meaningful kiss that lets me know he doesn’t regret a thing. He stands behind me in the mirror, and as the fog clears, he looks at me. “Beautiful.”
For once, I think I believe it.
“What happens now?” I ask, wondering if Wolf really will be okay with this.
“Whatever you want.”
Chapter 12
Harper
The bliss I felt last night has worn off, and I wake feeling guilty as sin.What kind of woman has sex with two best friends only days apart? What kind of mother?Despite what Bear said, surely he and Wolf can’t be happy to share. He even suggested that Hawk might be into it, too. What’s more, I’ve even considered it.
It’s not normal. Is it?
I roll over in bed, trying not to wake Jenny beside me. Grabbing my phone, I Google: ‘loving three men’, ‘I’m having feelings for three men’, and ‘can I have a relationship with three men?’. Google comes back with the term ‘polyamory.’ I do some digging and, although some of the search results make me blush and feel like a naive prude, it turns out that it isn’t as abnormal as I thought. It gives me hope that this crazy idea might even work.
Real people do this. It’s a thing.
Even so, I need the approval of a real, living, breathing person I know. Strangers on the internet are one thing, but how will people react in the real world? I call the only person I can talk to about this, my best friend since college, Mira Chen.
While other girls were out partying, Mira and I were studying in the library. Mira, because she was singularly determined to reach her goal of passing with flying colors and becoming a US Marshal, and I, because Ryan, my ex, was so jealous it wasn’t worth the following argument. Don’t get mewrong, I wanted to study and do well at college, but I didn’t have Mira’s drive.
We’d met in the college library. Mira hunched over a textbook, her poker-straight black hair hanging like a curtain, obscuring her face. I almost didn’t approach her. I had always been shy, even before Ryan saw something in me and decided to date me. But I was desperately lonely, in need of a friend, and when I saw Mira, something in me told me that I wanted to be her friend. We became friends, despite our surface-level differences—Mira is whip-thin and super bright, the daughter of loving and supportive parents who moved to the US from China before Mira was born, in search of the American Dream. At a size 16-18, I’m by no means skinny, and although I’m intelligent, I’m not on Mira’s level. I don’t have any family, and Mira’s the only friend I have left, the only link to my past.
Although I don’t see Mira much, because she’s busy with work and I’m busy with Jenny, she’s always there for me whenever I call. I smile as I wait for her to pick up.
“Hey, Harper, what’s up? That goddaughter of mine driving you insane?” she says fondly.
I chuckle, my heart feeling ten times lighter just from hearing Mira’s voice. “You know it. She misses her Auntie Mira. We both do.”
“I miss you both, too. How’s the new place? Settling in okay? I promise I’ll come visit as soon as I can.”
I hesitate. I called to speak about the guys, and I’m not sure if I should tell her about my stalker or not. I don’t want to worry her. I’ve only just begun to feel safe in my new place, I don’t want to have to move again. However, Mira’s perceptive.She knows me too well for me to hide things, even over the phone.
“Oh no, you’re not answering right away. That means something’s wrong with it? Is it rats? Faulty wiring? Worse? Gimme the number of the realtor that tricked you, and I’ll call him up and give him a piece of my mind. Or better yet, I’ll have Ted threaten to sue them,” she declares. Ted is her lovely brother who just so happens to be a lawyer.
