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He crowds her against the wall, puts his hand on her throat and shoves down her top, taking her breast in his mouth.
I don’t like his hand on her throat.
I don’t like that shit at all.
But her eyes are still on mine and even as his mouth covers her nipple, her fingers threading through his hair, she doesn’t stop looking at me. She doesn’t stop fucking looking at me.
I can’t stay away. Not anymore.
I close the space between us, and I don’t care what Alex is doing. I don’t fucking care because I know she wants to kiss me, and when I’m close enough to, I angle my head, my body to the side of hers, and she kisses me.
She kisses me, and my hand comes above Alex’s, circling her throat. She moans into my mouth, one hand still in Alex’s hair, but the other comes to my face. She’s pinned against the wall between the two of us, and I don’t know if I can wait. I don’t know if I can fucking wait to get to a bed and I kind of don’t care.
But apparently, Alex does.
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“Not here,”Alex says, his voice hoarse as he straightens, whispering over my mouth. Beside me, Eli’s pulled away, but my hand is still on his face and he turns his head, runs his lip over my palm.
Alex steps back, glances at Eli.
I wait for him to stop this.
I wait for him to stop it, but he just grabs my other hand, pulls me toward a closed door. I follow him, and Eli takes my hand from his mouth, and together, me between them, we stumble into a bedroom.
Eli closes the door. I hear the snick of the lock at my back, his hand still in mine.
There’s a big bed in the center of the room, white plantation shutters closed in the window. There’s a built-in bookcase beside the bed, lined with tall, thin books that I can’t quite make out in the darkness of the room.
A closet is at my back, beside the door. There’s one white nightstand beside the bed, a grey lamp off atop it. No alarm clock. Beneath my feet there’s a white rug, but otherwise, it’s hardwood floors like the rest of the house.
It smells like the ocean here. More than anywhere else in the house, I smell the salt of the sea in here
That, and Eli.
Coconut and citrus.
While Alex shucks his shirt off over his head, Eli pulls me toward him, his hands running up and down my body.
He kisses me, his mouth open, his tongue running along my teeth.
And then Alex is behind me, his hands coming around my waist, flicking open the button of my shorts, his mouth on my neck, kissing and sucking and biting.
My hands are on Eli’s shoulders, and I want more from him. My tongue is in his mouth, his hands come to cup my face, like he might pull me away from Alex at my back. Like he wants to claim all my attention. Like this is what he’s been waiting for the past six months, and he can’t get enough.
Alex pulls down my underwear, and they hit the floor with my shorts.
I pull away from Eli, reluctantly, but I need his clothes off, too. I need to feel his skin against me like I can feel Alex’s chest at my back.
“What are you doing?” Eli rasps, his hands coming down to either side of my neck. I hear a zipper behind me.
“Your clothes,” I manage to say as Alex wraps his hands around my hips and jerks me back into him. I feel his cock, hard and thick against my low back. His hands trail lower, to the inside of my thighs.
Eli glances down, and I see a slight frown between his brow. I wonder if he’s thinking about the scars. I wonder if he’s thinking about the fact we’ve already done something just like this before.
“Do you like this?” Alex whispers in my ear, distracting me. His hands come up higher, fingers grazing against my pussy but not quite touching me where I want him. “Do you like being between us?”
