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Micah’s kiss is different, not as soft as Maison’s. It almost feels desperate, like he’s been waiting for this. I nibble on his lips, wanting to know what he tastes like.

I lose myself in him for a few minutes, forgetting about everything else, even Maison. Just his mouth, the same mouth I woke up fantasizing about this morning.

Maison thrusts harder, reminding me he’s still there. My orgasm builds and I pull away from Micah and close my eyes, letting the waves of pleasure take over me. Once it passes, I open my eyes and Maison lifts me off him, pulling me back between his legs. My breaths are short, and I take a moment to recover.

I gaze up at Maison, who’s waiting patiently, his face as serious as I’ve ever seen him. “What now?” I whisper as Micah kisses my cheek and neck from behind. His kisses are so fucking soft, it makes my heart burst with shame for how much I like it. For wanting both of them as badly as I do.

Maison’s cock is still hard and throbbing. He never finished.

He leans back and pulls me with him, his erection digging into my back. I still can’t take my eyes off Micah, who hasn’t taken his eyes off me, either.

Maison whispers, “I want you to spread your legs wide, baby, and let him fuck you while I hold you.”

Jesus.

I lie back, completely exposed and at the mercy of Micah. The flicker of the fire outside casts a shadow across his chestnut eyes, his wild hair falling over his face. Micah and I are doing this, but we are doing this on Maison’s terms, and it seems like Micah might not be the dominant one in this particular situation.

My nipples harden as Maison reaches around, touching one of them, playing with them between his fingers. Micah crawls over me, slipping down his pants, pulling out his rock-hard dick. I reach out and trace my fingers down his abs, his mouth only inches from mine. And he feels so good.

They both do.

With Maison’s warm body beneath me, Micah kisses my stomach, tracing his lips right up to my breasts, taking one of them in his mouth.

I let out a moan as Maison’s fingers trickle down to my clit, pressing hard. Micah stops and looks at me, grabbing my waist and pulling me into position.

His eyes flicker to his brother. “Is she broken in?”

Such a Micah thing to say in this moment, and my vagina clenches, wondering what he means by it.

Maison chuckles. “Yeah, brother. She’s broken in.”

A gleam hints on Micah’s shadowed face as he looks at me, finally saying something. “Good, because I’m not nearly as fucking gentle. Hold on tight, sweetheart.”

He leans up and kisses my mouth, grabbing his cock with one hand, while Maison kisses my neck, sucking on it with little laps of his tongue. Marking me as his, while his brother is about to fuck me.

My desire for Micah burns inside me, but I love the feeling of Maison’s possessive lips on me, even though he’s the one allowing this. I didn’t push for it, I wouldn’t have. I would have stopped at my silent teases and the memory of Micah’s hands on me at the cove. But I want to know what Micah feels like while knowing it’s him I’m kissing, even if it’s just this once. He traces his cock over my clit before pressing it deep inside me, and he doesn’t hold back in the slightest.

He fucks me, hard and fast—with fury.

I feel like I’m going to explode all over as he thrusts hard, and my body completely gives into him. I can’t control the sounds coming out of me—I’m sure Thomas and Jade can hear. He hits deeper and deeper until I can barely breathe. Maison’s body keeps me steady and in place, although I couldn’t move even if I wanted to.

I arch my head back as he thrusts with as much force as he can without completely breaking me. With Micah inside me, I reach my mouth for Maison’s lips, wanting him to know I’m still thinking about him.

Maison kisses me and wraps his arms around me, pulling my legs up and allowing Micah to go even deeper. I pull my lips from Maison, and my eyes find Micah’s, pulling him in as my orgasm builds in my belly. I want to experience all of Micah at this moment. He presses his lips to mine while reaching down, pressing on the spot he knows drives me crazy. His kiss is hard and hot, and I don’t want it to end as my insides explode and waves of intense pressure course through me.

He pulls out of me, still rock-hard.

That was insane. Out of this world, mind-blowingly good. Micah’s just as amazing at sex as he is at everything else.

I lean back on Maison. My chest rises and falls as I gasp for air, my eyes stuck shut, sweat beading on my forehead. After a few seconds, I open them, finally feeling like I can breathe again.

It’s Micah’s sexy face that greets me. “Did you like that?” he asks me. “You want more, London?”

I press my lips together and nod weakly, although I don’t know how much more I can handle. But I’m determined to satiate these boys tonight.

“Good. Now turn around.”

The power shifts, and it now seems like Micah’s in charge. And I know with that performance from Micah, Maison will want another turn. Facing Maison, I get on my hands and knees as instructed. Before I do, Micah grabs my hair and gently tugs it over my shoulder and kisses my neck. Chills shoot up my spine and my body pulses in aftershocks of pleasure.