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He traces my mouth like he did Noah’s earlier before pressing the tip of his finger on my lip until a bit of my teeth show.

“Do you think you can handle both of us at the same time, pretty girl?”

Noah curses, the hand he’d placed on my back flexing against my clothed skin.

“I can try.” I exhale.

He chuckles, the timbre low and dangerous, soaking my underwear with my arousal. “Don’t worry.” He kisses up my jaw. “Noah and I are going to get you nice and ready to take our big cocks.”

I shudder in anticipation. “Please.”

He nips at my jawline before looking at Noah. They slyly smile at each other, and Beck takes my hand.

“Let’s get you to the bedroom, pretty girl.”

Chapter thirty-eight

Noah

I don’t know what kind of exercise this is, or if it’s even an exercise at all, but I couldn’t give a shit if Beck was yanking our chain or not.

The conversation we had was needed but heavy, and leave it to him to know we couldn’t walk away on that note—not me, and especially not Quinn. She has been so good and more understanding and patient than I deserve. There’s nothing more I want to do than show her how much I love and appreciate her. And the fact that I get to do it with Beck…

I focus on the pair climbing onto the bed, moving together like they’ve been doing this for years now. It was the same while we were together the previous nights, but now that we’ve spoken about the future it’s…different.

Their touches are easier, and the way they look at each other is more open and honest. Even if there are so many questions left about our future, right now, this experience is about how we’re going to work together to make Quinn feel good.

“There’s a new plug and lube in the bedside table,” Beck tells me when our eyes meet.

Blood whooshes through my veins, and I’m hyperaware of the way my clothes feel too scratchy against my skin and the hardening ache of my cock. I nod, and Beck starts to undress Quinn while I get the toy. It’s a simple plug, black silicone with a flared base—not anything like what Beck used on me last night—and there’s a weight to it I know will feel nice in Quinn’s ass and help stretch her out to take a cock.

I grab the lube and head toward the bed just as Quinn cries out. I stop to admire the new sight. My beautiful wife is fully nude, propped against a mountain of pillows, her fingers threaded in Beck’s hair as he sucks her clit. They’re hot together with her soft and generous curves on full display while Beck’s large body lays between her trembling thighs. He’s still in his clothes, face buried in her plump pussy.

I sit on the bed and take one of her heavy breasts in my hands, kneading the flesh until she’s arching into my touch for more. I work the other, moving back and forth until both nipples are hard peaks and she’s a whimpering mess.

“Is Beck making you feel good, Sunshine?” I ask.

She brings a hand up to cover mine still on her breast, nodding. Beck sucks and laps at her some more until she’s trembling.

“I’m—” she tries but is cut off when Beck loops his arms under her thighs, dragging her closer to his face.

“Come,” I encourage her. “Come all over his tongue.” I pinch her nipple, and she shouts her pleasure. Beck practically slurps her down, the noises coming from his mouth obscene.

I lean over to kiss Quinn, grabbing the plug and lube I’d set on the bed. Our kiss is sloppy, her eager mouth making my cock twitch. Quinn breaks away to moan, and when I look down at Beck, he licks her slit, eyes smiling from between her thighs, lips plump and beard glistening.

“That was one,” he says smugly.

Shit, he’s so fucking sexy, especially when he’s taking charge and being cocky. It’s the person I remember from school, the boy, now man, who isn’t afraid to be who he is. I can only hope I’m more like him one day soon.

Beck kisses Quinn’s clit one more time before he shifts back, motioning for me to join him near her feet. Once I’m there, he presses Quinn’s knees to her chest, exposing her wet sex and puckered back entrance.

“Noah’s gonna put the plug in now, pretty girl. I want you to relax and breathe through it, understand?”

“Yes,” she replies breathlessly.

“And what’s your safe word, Sunshine?” I ask.

Beck looks at me with pride in his eyes.