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“Okay?” I ask him, kissing his shoulder. He’s panting and stiff, but soon he relaxes and starts moving himself on my cock.

“Can I fuck you?” he asks Jo, who quickly nods. I know the moment he enters her because of the loud moan she lets out, followed by a sigh of relief. Like this is all she’s ever wanted. There’s a bite of pain in my heart at the thought that she’ll never want me, but then Maverick moves, and I’m pulled back into the moment, my dick balls deep in the man I love.

fifty-eight

JO

The stretch is almost painful, but that’s not what’s bringing tears to my eyes. It’s the adoring way Maverick is looking at me while his dick slides home. Like he’s where he was always meant to be. I’d pinch myself, but if this is a dream, I don’t want to wake up.

“You feel so good,” he rasps, bending down to kiss me. I’m breathless, and so is he. “Fuck.”

“That’s it, sweetheart. Fuck your woman while you fuck yourself on me.” Ezra groans when Maverick immediately does as he’s told. My eyes roll back into my head as he pistons into me, hitting me in the right spot over and over again. Every thrust, every kiss, every low moan is dragging me closer to the edge. I think Ezra can tell because every time I’m about to ride that wave, he pulls back, stopping Maverick’s movements.

I’m gasping and panting. Maverick has all but collapsed on top of me and is groaning into my neck while Ezra pretty much fucks us both. He’s fucking into Maverick so hard it’s forcing Maverick in and out of me. I can’t take being edged anymore. I look over Maverick’s shoulder at Ezra. I didn’t notice how close he was. He’s breathing hard, sweat beading on his forehead as he leans over Maverick. One hand gripping his hip while the other is next to my head.

“Please,” I beg Ezra, my eyes darting from his to his lips. I want him, but I need to come, and my head is too hazy with lust to care that he might not want me too. “Please,” I beg again, looking at his lips and avoiding his eyes, afraid of what I might find there.

His finger finds my chin and forces my face up. “Look at me,” he growls. My eyes snap to his. He searches for something and must find it because in the next second his lips are on mine.

“Oh fuck,” I hear Maverick say as Ezra picks up his pace, his lips still against mine. We can’t do much more than press them there and take in each other’s breaths with how hard we’re panting. “Right there, baby. I’m going to come.”

I feel Maverick pulse inside me, setting off my own orgasm. I scream my release into Ezra’s mouth while he moans his into mine. When he’s finished, he kisses me again, softly and with a tenderness that brings more tears to my eyes. Too soon, he’s pulling back and out of Maverick.

“Holy shit,” Maverick says, rolling off me but not going far.

“You only know how to say like three words when you’re turned on. Have you noticed that?” I ask Maverick, curling into his side. I’m afraid to look at Ezra. Is he not gay or was it just an in the moment sex thing? I’m too happy right now to ruin it with the answer I’m sure is coming. I start to doze off in Maverick’s arms when Ezra returns with warm wet cloths. He hands Maverick one and starts to clean him off with the other. Maverick gently pushes me to my back and cleans between my legs.

“Is it messed up how much I love watching my cum drip out of you?”

“If it is, we’re on the same page,” Ezra says, staring at Maverick’s ass. He grins at him over his shoulder before plopping back down next to me and pulling me against him.

“Naptime,” he says, burying his face in my hair and sighing contentedly.

“It’s still morning,” Ezra says, but he’s smiling.

“Spoon me and feed me later!” Maverick yells, and I laugh. I don’t think there’s a moment in his life when he hasn’t been dramatic. I hear Ezra sigh and the bed move as he takes his place behind Maverick. My eyes are closed, and I’m drifting off when I feel fingers gently caress my arm. I don’t move. Maybe Ezra thinks it’s Maverick’s arm. His sigh almost sounds like defeat before his fingers leave my skin and my mind is left spinning.

fifty-nine

MAVERICK

Jo has her nose in her laptop reading some murder conspiracy forum, and Ezra is doing his daily check around the property. Which leaves me to be bored. I hate being bored. It’s never good for me. It gives me time to think, and my brain can be a dangerous place.

“Can I eat you out while you do that?” Jo glares at me. I know she hates being interrupted when she’s working on something, but I hoped the offer of an orgasm would get her attention on me. It’s only been a day since the three of us fucked, but I’ve gone down on Jo four times since then and blew Ezra twice. I can’t get enough of either of them, but they seem to be better about boundaries than me. I have none. I want them all the time. Fuck. Maybe I’m more into them than they are me.

“Stop it. I can see what you’re thinking. I’ll ride your face after I finish my research. I found a thread on a random forum claiming Noelle Price wasn’t the other body in the burned and sunken remains of Gianna’s car.” She kisses me quickly and goes back to what she was reading. I feel a moment of guilt. Jo is just trying to find out what happened to Noelle. It’s what she loves doing. Bringing peace to the family of the deceased. “Ezra should be done. I bet he would ride your face,” she offers, not even looking up. I perk up at that. Having a boyfriend and a girlfriend is the best decision I’ve ever made.

“Find me when you’re done, angel,” I say and kiss the top of her head. I’m not stupid enough to try to get her eyes on me a second time.

I put on my coat and boots and practically bounce out of the house looking for my man. The happy feeling comes crashing down the moment I spot him. He’s on a video call with Jasper. I know I’m being stupid and have no reason to be jealous, but Jasper is hot and close to Ezra. There’s no way he didn’t have feelings for my boyfriend, and I hate that. I stop my pursuit of Ezra for a moment so I can get myself back under control.

“What the fuck do you mean you had hypothermia?” Jasper’s voice rings out in the cold afternoon air. It snowed overnight, leaving the ground and trees covered in a pretty dusting of white. The baseball star’s angry voice kind of messes with the vibe.

“It’s a long story,” Ezra says, sighing.

“Then get talking or I’ll be on the next flight.” Jasper’s tone makes it clear he isn’t kidding. I should turn around or tell Ezra I’m here. Especially since this will be the second time I listen in on someone without their permission. I’m a fucking terrible boyfriend, though, because I don’t move. Ezra never told me why he ended up on the beach in the freezing rain. All he would say is that it didn’t matter anymore.

“You know how Jo has that podcast with Harlow?”