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“No.” Mac opened the shower door and pulled a freshly dried Bash against him. Bash protested softly, but melted into his arms. “I refuse to imagine a lifetime of that. You stood up to my parents and my life is so much better now. I will not sit back and let your families treat you horribly.”
“What can we do about it?” I asked, toweling myself off next to them.
“We can live our lives out loud and happy,” Mac said, nuzzling his face in Bash’s neck.
Bash hooked Mac’s chin and tilted his face up. “Then let’s start right now.” He put his hand on Mac’s lower back and steered him to the counter. Sliding his hand up to his shoulders, he bent Mac forward and palmed his wet ass with a loud pop.
I squealed softly, surprised by how fast he went from cuddly to domineering.
He turned and smirked. “You’re next.”
“Yes, please,” I whispered.
He shook his head and returned his attention to Mac, while I watched with my towel hanging on my hand. All thoughts of drying off forgotten.
“Are you ever going to leave us?” Bash asked.
Mac hesitated, clearly trying to be difficult and draw everything he could out of Bash. Even if it was an act, Bash ate it up.
“I said—” He smacked his ass again, leaving a large red handprint. “Are you ever going to leave us?”
“No,” Mac breathed. “You’re stuck with me forever.”
“How’s your hand?”
I held it up, showing him the nearlyhealed flesh. “Fine?”
“Good.” Bash grabbed my wrist and positioned me next to Mac, bending me over. My breasts hit the cool countertop, and I gasped, barely catching my breath before Bash’s hand collided with my damp skin.
I pressed my thighs together, but Bash grasped my legs and separated them, dipping his hand to my clit. I moaned, and he stopped.
“You don’t get any relief unless I give it to you.”
I resisted his hands and tried to press my thighs together again.
“Emily,” he growled.
I relaxed my legs and let them spread apart.
“Good girl,” he murmured. “Are you ever going to leave Michael and me?”
I shook my head.
“Say it.”
“No.” I grasped the counter as his hand found my flesh again.
“I didn’t say you could stand up.”
I bit my lower lip as Mac gasped from an especially loud spank. Bash was always tougher with Mac, but there was no jealousy. I loved how he could explore all facets of his sexuality with us. He could be rough and firm with Mac and still a little rough, but in a softer way, with me.
And I had a front-row seat for all of it.
“You like this, don’t you, Emily?” Bash murmured, running his finger up my spine, from the top of my ass to my neck.
I shivered as heat pooled between my legs. I tried to hide my smile, but I couldn’t.
I enjoyed it so much.
