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back on my haunches. It takes me a moment to calm my racing heart, so I reach for them both, my hand resting on each of their thighs until eventually I can gather myself enough to speak.

"All better?" I ask, biting down on my swollen lips, my aching pussy dripping Zayn's cum.

"Much better," Zayn agrees, watching his release slide down my inner thigh, his own dick glistening with my cum as it rests against his chiselled abs.

"Fuck, Kid, that was nothing short of mind-blowing," Dax says, watching me as I press my thighs together and try and scoot off the bed.

"Something blew, but it wasn't your mind," Zayn quips with a smirk.

More laughter bubbles up my chest, but it only seems to encourage more of Zayn's cum to slide out of me. "Give me a second," I murmur, but I don't have time to get off the bed before Dax is reaching for me. His firm grip circling my wrist.

"Where do you think you're going?"

"I need to wash up."

Dax pushes up onto his stump, reaching between my legs and gathering Zayn's come in his hands, sliding it back up inside of me. "Didn't I say I wanted to fuck you?"

"But I need..." I gasp, my voice trailing off as his slick fingers start to pump in and out of my sensitive hole, spreading Zayn’s cum over my pussy.

"You need to lie down so I can fuck you unconscious, remember? Besides, what's a little sex fluid between friends?" he adds with a devilish glint in his eyes.

"Amen to that,'' Zayn agrees, chuckling as Dax tugs me onto the mattress and hauls me back against his chest, spooning me. I let out a delighted squeal as he cups my throat gently and nibbles on my earlobe. "But this time, I'm out," Zayn continues, "I'm gonna go check on York, make sure he knows how much fun we've had without him tonight."

"That's mean," I say, frowning a little.

"Call it karmic justice. He wouldn't stop going on about how perfect that long weekend you had together,alone, was, and how many times he got to make love to you," Zayn adds pointedly.

"You three got to go to Vegas, it was hardly a chore,” I argue.

“It was a business trip, Pen, and without you there with us, it was most definitely a chore.”

“That was a month ago, Zayn. You should be over that by now," I gently point out to Zayn while Dax feathers kisses across my shoulder blade and neck, trying his very best to distract me.

To be fair, it's working.

"WellI'mnot over it, and I'm feeling petty," Zayn replies with a chuckle before pressing a chaste kiss against my lips and winking at Dax. "Enjoy my love-juices, mate."

"Get the fuck out of here. You've overstayed your welcome," Dax banters back.

"Love you," Zayn quips, and even though he's looking at me, I know he's talking to Dax too.

We've long since gotten over our inability to express our love for one another verbally. Saying those three words to each other is the easiest, most natural thing in the world now.

"Love you back," we both reply.

Zayn's grin is the last thing I see before Dax hooks my leg back over his hip, and slides inside of me in one firm stroke, my eyelids fluttering closed on a moan.

"That's it, take Daddy's cock like a good girl," he growls, fucking me from behind, and by fuck, I mean make love.

THREE

I Hope You Dance

XENO

“Afternoon, how are you feeling?”I ask as York steps into the kitchen looking better than he has in over a week. To be honest, as much as we’ve all ribbed him for having ‘man-flu’, it’s a relief to see the colour back in his cheeks.

“Put it this way. A couple days ago I felt like I’d done ten rounds in the gym with Beast. Now I feel half human, though this lingering headache is doing my head in, literally,” he complains, rubbing at his temple and messing up his already wayward hair as he takes a seat at the kitchen island.

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