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I shake my head to his hanging question.
“Me neither,” he finishes, running his fingers through his curly hair. “You were talking about this?” His brows raise as he lifts his mug for a sip.
“Eh.” I tilt my head. “I learned she’s never been fucked in the ass.”
He sputters, wiping his mouth.
“What?” I smirk at him. “You neither?”
His amber eyes blink at me, twice. Then he breaks into deep laughter. “There’s a first time for everything I suppose.”
Now that’s interesting.
Chapter 16 - Stacy
I’m so nervous.
Each of them has worshiped me in the privacy of the bedroom.
Will it be different when they’re face to face?
Steadying myself at the sink, I stare into my own reflection in the mirror. Am I going to look the same after I’ve done this?
Feel the same?
I trust them both.
Heck, if I was being honest with myself, I’d admit that I’ve fallen in love.
But I’ll never say it out loud. It would be breaking my own rule.
Those nibble marks on my neck, I wonder how long before they fade?
Fighting the tears, I let my towel fall to the floor.
Today is special. The nerves fade into excitement that I get to share it withbothof them.
Naked and baring my vulnerabilities, I pull the door open and step into the living room.
Their eyes lock on me.
“There’s our girl,” Reece groans, moving first towards me.
“Keep her warm.” Dean stands, then pushes the coffee table away from the sheepskin rug. “There, by the fire.”
I like it when he takes control.
Reece scoops me up, holding me to his chest, and carries me in front of the hearth.
Gently, he kneels with me in his arms to set me carefully on the soft mat.
“You’ve got a bit of a wild streak, huh?” He tugs the blanket from the couch to cover me.
But I push it off.
“Maybe? Or I hate the idea of only one of you at a time enjoying yourselves.” My fingers find the button of his shirt.
Reece puts his palm over my knuckles, glancing over my head towards Dean, who’s sitting in his leather chair, riveted to us.
