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“You want this,” she says to Nic. She smiles, almost bashful. I can’t help but smile too, not bashful at all.
“I’ve wanted you since the moment we met. Three hundred and ninety-two days,” he repeats. Natalie’s jaw drops at his admission. “Did you two plan this?” Nic asks, looking between us.
“I wouldn’t call it a plan,” I say, kicking my shoes off as we head for the king-sized bed in the middle of the room. “More like, it came up once.”
“Or twice,” says Natalie faintly.
Nic leads her to the bed, one hand snaking out to fist the front of my shirt when they get close enough, towing me along. Natalie sits, bounces, and Nic yanks me into his chest.
“Elaborate,” he orders.
His mouth hovers an inch away from mine, our chins brushing gently. The shock of his stubble makes my heart beat faster, my cock throbbing. No hiding in these stupid slacks. My hands come up to grasp at his hips. He’s so hard everywhere, nothing at all like Natalie’s sweet curves.
She’s tracking every move we make, every touch. I don’t want this to fuck us up, but so far, she’s here with us, step for step.
I know what he wants to hear, so I give it to him.
“That first night I brought Natalie home”—my breath hitches as Nic kisses my jaw, nipping with his teeth—“we barely made it in the front door.”
Natalie lets out a quiet moan.
“You knew I could hear you,” says Nic, kissing down the side of my neck, not shy about using his teeth.
“Yes.” He finds a spot that makes my eyes cross. “W-We didn’t make it out of the hallway.”
Nic growls low in his throat, releasing his grip on my shirt, running the back of his hand along my torso, hovering above the top of my pants. “The table just inside your door.”
His eyes are hooded; his cheeks flushed, too. Whatever his objections, however well justified they might be, he wants this, too.
I fight the urge to shove his hand down where I want it, to push him down on the bed and cover his body with mine, to push him around with my words because he’s bigger, stronger than Natalie, than any lover I’ve ever had. And because he’s smarter than I’ll ever be, I want to goad him into a reaction the way he goaded me in that damned elevator, the way he’s been provoking me since we met.
But even though I’m nervous about this, even though I don’t know what the hell I’m doing, no part of me wants to push him away.
“So strange.” The words come out as a whisper as I bring my hand up to touch his face, letting the start of his beard scrape against my fingers, my palm. His lips part, and I trace them with my thumb, distracted momentarily by their fullness.
His eyes go glassy, then wide. At the same time, I feel a soft hand at my waist, working my belt open.
After a small struggle, Natalie gets the belt, button, and zipper out of the way. I pull my shorts down, my cock hitting my stomach with a smack as we finally work it free. Nic makes a strangled sound, his gaze bouncing back and forth between my dick and Natalie’s fingers.
She starts working on his fly. Nic groans when she finally gets his clothes out of the way, pulling him out, looking between us, and licking her lips.
“Fuck, that’s a thick cock.” The words are out before I know the thought is even in my head. Natalie gasps. Nic groans louder, wrapping a hand around the base of it and squeezing tight. He’s fucking gorgeous. Doesn’t matter if I’ve never in my life had that thought about a man before—it’s true.
Natalie reaches behind her, pops the clasp on her bra, and drops it on the floor. The view from here is damn near pornographic, except I know better now. I know it costs her to bare herself like that. I don’t know why it costs her, but I know it does.
This is not the fucking time for your fucking feelings, asshole.
Natalie reaches for us both, tracing over our cocks in tandem.
“Kiss him.”
I don’t know who she’s talking to. It doesn’t matter. I fist my hand in Nic’s shirt this time and pull him over for a kiss. Three things happen at once.
His lips part, and that stubble—God, why is that so hot—scrapes against the corner of my mouth, sending an electric shock straight down my spine. Nic wraps his hands in the front of my shirt. Buttons go flying as he yanks it open. Natalie pulls back as our bodies come together, and for the first time, I’m touching a dick that’s not my own. I pull back from Nic’s mouth. I can’t move. I can’t fucking breathe.
Heat washes over my body, lightning fires up from the base of my spine, and for one horrifying, humiliating moment, I think I’m going to come.
Nic searches my face, concern in his eyes.
