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“I love you,” she says, opening her eyes again.
“I love you too.”
“Cuddle me,” she says in a cute, demanding tone.
“Always.” I slip under the blanket with her and pull her into my chest. Resting my cheek on the top of her head, I’m relieved she’s okay. That she’s recovered. That she’s in my arms.
75
Saturday, November 1st
Waking up, I flinch, feeling someone on each side of me. It takes a second to register the weight on either side—Brandon’s on his back, one hand close to mine, and I’m curled toward him. When I shift slightly, I feel an arm draped across my waist. I tilt my head. Kyle.
Middle spoon.I almost laugh aloud at the thought.
Brandon and I must’ve passed out before Kyle brought the water. I really have to pee, but I don’t want to wake them. I slowly peel the blanket down, easing my way toward the foot of the bed. Climbing over either of them feels wrong so I scoot down, carefully slide out from underneath Kyle’s arm, then tiptoe into the bathroom.
Sitting on the toilet, I replay last night. So fun. Hot. Crying was embarrassing. But they didn’t make it awkward. They just went into action to care for me in their own ways, being epic humans.
I flush, wash my hands, and catch my reflection. I look like I got fucked last night. Between the wig and everything, my hairhas to be so knotted. I look down at my body, seeing little bruises everywhere.
Fang marks.They bring a smile to my face and stir something inside me. I want to give back. I want Brandon to feel as wanted and special as he made me feel. And Kyle—he’s been great too. Would they like it if I woke them up with handjobs?
I smile at my own reflection. Yeah. They’d love it.
Padding quietly back into the bedroom, I pull the covers down until I see their knees. They’re still naked. I crawl into the middle again, holding my breath, trying not to rustle anything. My fingers find Brandon first. He’s soft and warm. Then Kyle. Same.
A giggle escapes as I begin stroking them both.
Kyle’s the first to stir. Even asleep, his body responds, his cock twitching in my hand. Brandon makes a low noise in his throat. I bite my lip, caught between mischief and desire.
“Taylor,” Brandon murmurs, his voice gravelly, eyes fluttering open.
“Good morning to you too,” Kyle says without opening his eyes, a slow grin spreading across his face.
Their cocks are thickening in my hands.
Kyle stretches one arm behind his head as he meets my gaze. “It’s like all that consent talk meant nothing.”
I freeze. Shit.
“I’m kidding,” he adds quickly, laughing. “Please keep going.”
I exhale, smiling now. “May I make you both come?”
“Yes,” Brandon breathes, already hard in my hand.
“I want to watch,” Kyle says, nudging my hand away and begins stroking himself.
“Brandon tells me you give the best head,” I teasingly say then press a kiss to Kyle’s lips. “But you’re about to lose that title,” I taunt.
Then I turn my attention to Brandon, taking him into my mouth. He groans as his fingers thread into my hair, gathering it into a makeshift ponytail.
I glance up at him. There’s something tender in his face—calm. Love, maybe.
A hand slides over my ass, fingers dipping between my thighs. I flinch in surprise. Kyle’s touch is slow, teasing. His fingers slip inside me, and I hum around Brandon’s cock.
I pull back, stroking Brandon as I smirk at Kyle. “Trying to distract me so you can keep your title?”
