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Listening to the mixture of our sounds together was something new. My ragged breathing combined with her soft moans. Noah, blissfully unaware of the sounds he was making at all. His noises weren’t even coherent—caught somewhere between words, grunts and pleas. I felt his ass tense around my cock and I buried my moan into his back, increasing my tempo slightly. “That’s it, baby,” I urged.

Small delicate hands eased up the sides of Noah’s shoulders, nearly touching mine.

I chanced it. I lifted my head and looked again. At the girl.

Her eyes were exactly where I knew they’d be—on me. Again. Widely green and intense. Her lips were parted, only slightly, as tiny sounds of pleasure escaped her throat.

We locked eyes. Stayed there.

I realized my thighs were brushing hers. The way I was propped up on the bed behind Noah, it was kind of inevitable. Her legs interlocked around his waist were bound to make contact with mine. My intrusive thought hit me before I could censor it: her skin was so soft, just like I remembered her feeling the night I had intended to defile her.

With the way I was positioned, hovering just over Noah’s shoulder, it was almost like she was under me too. Like I was fucking them both.

When she didn’t avert her gaze from me, I knew she felt that same feeling. I chanced something else in the heat of the moment.

I touched her.

My fingertips gently brushed her thigh before taking hold, pushing her leg back and up to angle myself deeper into Noah, and in turn, him deeper into her. My hand stayed there, squeezing her milky white thigh between my fingers.

Her eyes widened perceptibly, and I flexed my hips into Noah, relishing his open mouthed moans of pleasure. Delane’s pink lips parted in a gasp.

“Red.” Her lips mouthed but no sound came out.

I blinked, hand dropping her thigh almost instantly.

Noah didn’t even notice her use of the safe word, his head was thrown back against my shoulder as he rocked onto my cock.

“Yes…yes...please–mm–fuck!” He made no move to stop.

“Red,” she said, louder this time, her voice quivering. Our gaze was still locked on one another. I halted my thrusts, cursing. I had been the cause of that. I fucked up.

“Raven,” I choked out, “Stop.”

Noah was lost. In his own world. He was practically fucking himself against my cock, slamming back onto me and forward into Delane. His body was tense with release. I hated to break him from it, but the girl’s eyes were brimming with tears.

“Red!” she cried out, and this time I ripped Noah away from her, sending us both backwards, nearly toppling over the bedside chair. Noah’s cock glistened with Delane’s wetness, and he stood, stunned, clutching onto me and the armrest of the chair.

“What the fuck?” he asked, catching his breath.

“She said the safe word,” I grounded out through clenched teeth. “Three times, Noah.”

Noah still wasn’t fully comprehending the situation. He glanced from me to Delane. Stupified.

Delane had gathered the covers about her, concealing her body. Her head hung in shame against the sheets. “This was a mistake,” she whispered.

My own head was swimming with need. I couldn’t even believe that I had to break from Noah so hurriedly. I had to get a hold of myself.

“Look, that was my fault. I can step back and —”

“No!”

“Delane,” Noah’s face melted into full blown panic, “I'm sorry. Please let me fix this.” His arm extended in my direction. “He doesn’t have to stay.”

Admittedly, that one stung. I bit the inside of my cheeks to keep from responding.

“This isn’t me. I can’t believe myself, I—” Delane was already off the bed, grabbing her shirt and pants from the piles on the floor. Granted, I’d already seen all of what she had to offer, but still, I turned away so she could cloth herself in privacy.

“Delane, please don’t go,” Noah begged. I could hear him chasing after her down the hallway.