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He thrust a finger right inside me while pressing his thumb down on my clit. As I rocked into his touch, Beckett focused his attention on my chest, palming one breast and slicking his tongue over the peak of the other.
Bliss radiated through every part of my body. Beckett sucked on my nipple at the same moment as Logan plunged a second finger into me, and I cried out. Need condensed low in my belly, a burning ache for release.
Logan pumped his fingers faster, but he seemed to have decided he wouldn’t be satisfied with propelling me over the edge that way. He pulled farther to the side with a few more strokes and glanced at Beckett.
“Why don’t you bring her the rest of the way there? Take her from behind. She deserves it good and deep.”
Beckett held his gaze for a moment, a silent understanding appearing to form between them. Logan was proving just how far he’d go to accept Beckett into every part of my life. A lump filled my throat even as hunger seared through my veins.
As Beckett reached me, I flipped myself over. He pressed kisses down my spine, his hand caressing my ass. I pressed into his touch, but my attention settled on Logan’s cock jutting rigidly from between his thighs. My mouth watered.
“This isn’t supposed to be only about me,” I said, shooting him a wicked smile, and leaned over to lap my tongue around his shaft.
The noise that left him made the gesture so worth it. I wrapped my mouth right around his erection as foil ripped behind me.
Beckett delved his hand between my legs and sucked in a breath at my wetness. “You’re good with this, Maddie?” he said, one final acknowledgment of the fissure that’d opened between us.
I never wanted us to be at odds like that again. I hummed encouragingly, and he pressed one more kiss to my back before rubbing his cock over my slit. Then he pushed right in.
There was nothing quite like the sensation of taking two men into me at the same time. Logan was rocking into my mouth, his breath coming short, and Beckett groaned as he sank all the way into my pussy. My channel stretched to encompass him with a heady rush of pleasure.
“Tug on her hair,” Beckett suggested in a rough voice.
Logan grunted and wound his fingers through several strands. He applied pressure at a rhythm that matched the bobbing of my mouth and Beckett’s quickening strokes inside me. Little sparks of sensation lit up across my scalp, only heightening the bliss of the moment.
“Fuck her hard,” Logan said to Beckett, his voice breaking over a few of the words. “That’s how she likes it.”
To my immense delight, Beckett didn’t hesitate to obey. He thrust deeper and faster at the same time, filling me so well that I panted around Logan’s erection before sucking harder in turn. The wave of pleasure rising inside me surged higher with each stroke.
Beckett leaned over my back and tucked his hand around me to finger my clit. My moan reverberated over Logan’s cock, and his hips jerked.
“I’m going to come,” he rasped, tensing as if to pull back, but I clutched his thigh to hold him in place. With a groan, he spilled himself into my mouth. I swallowed until every drop of his salty release had coursed down my throat.
Beckett pounded into me harder still, and my lips popped from around Logan’s cock with a cry. More gasps spilled out of me as he plunged into me again and again, circling my clit at the same time, sending me spiraling so high—
I exploded with a shudder, my channel clamping around his shaft. My face dropped into the bedspread as I keened my release. Beckett swore under his breath and followed me with one final thrust.
He slumped over me with a happy sigh and then rolled us onto our sides so I faced Logan. My stepbrother sprawled out next to me and slipped his arm around my waist, not appearing to care if he brushed against the other man.
A different sort of joy bloomed in my chest and spread through every limb. We’d come so far to make it to this moment where these two men could accept each other and shower me with affection side by side, and no one could take that away from us.
CHAPTEREIGHTEEN
Slade
Striding out of the campus gym, I was dogged by an ache in my chest that wouldn’t fade. I’d pushed myself hard enough in my workout that I’d needed to sit in the locker room for ten minutes recovering before I could confidently make it in and out of the showers with my prosthetic off, but despite wearing myself ragged, I hadn’t managed to burn away as much of my emotions as I’d hoped.
The urge to go dancing itched at me. I hadn’t hit the clubs in weeks, and I missed letting loose to the beats in an anonymous mass of people.
But it wasn’t just me and a bunch of strangers on my favorite dance floor anymore. It was me, the dance floor, and Beckett. Knowing he owned the club, I couldn’t see it the same way. It was his place, not mine. But at the same time, some part of me balked at the idea of being forced to go someplace else.
Heading along the paths across campus, I managed to keep my strides steady even though my muscles were wobbly from the workout. My gaze automatically scanned the other people passing by for anyone who looked suspicious, but how would I know anyway?
A painfully familiar voice called out from behind me. “Slade! Wait up.”
I turned to see Maddie jogging over across the lawn, her backpack dangling from one shoulder. With her pale hair windblown and a flush of exertion turning her cheeks rosy, she was an even prettier sight than usual.
My spirits should have lifted, but instead they sank. A sense of wariness swept over me, more to do with myself than her.
