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She cries out, the sound muffled.
What would it be like if one of us fucked her pussy, another that heart-shaped ass, and the last one her pretty mouth?
And then we could switch around, try different ways… take her in every way possible. Make her come so hard, make her scream with pleasure.
My cock twitches and leaks over my hand. I hiss. My balls ache, pulling up tight.
So close.
One arm thrown over the back of the sofa, one on Syd’s head, West is slumped back, his hips rolling, grunting as she sucks his cock. Her body moves with every thrust of Kash’s dick inside her, his eyes glazed with pleasure as he fucks her.
I reach over, tug on her hair, pulling her head back a little. She moans loudly, and West curses. Kash is panting, face locked in a grimace.
Letting go of Syd’s hair, I grab West’s chin, turn his head to me. He looks dazedly up at me. “Nate.”
I kiss him, hard, as I beat my meat, and after a second’s confusion, he grabs my face and kisses me back, with teeth and tongue and everything.
Goddamn… I’ve kissed them all. I’m kissing West and he bites into my lower lip and jerks as he comes. The sting of his teeth combined with his taste, the visual of Kash fucking Syd, the visual of her lips around West’s dick…
My dick explodes, and I come all over my hand and chest in long, hot jets. My shout is lost in West’s mouth, and I’m left slumped over, hanging off the back of the sofa as Kash pulls Sydney back on his cock and fucks her hard.
Her lips are wet and shiny from West’s cum, and Kash has one tattooed arm wrapped around her, right under her tits, and damn if my spent dick doesn’t make a half-assed attempt to harden again.
West breaks the kiss, out of breath, and we both watch as Kash lifts his other hand to her throat, cupping it, squeezing lightly, his pale gray eyes finding us, his mouth tilting in a feral smile.
He bends her over slightly, his smile hidden now against the back of her neck, his thrusts growing frantic and shallow. Sydney lets her head fall back on a muscular shoulder and gasps. He groans, and she cries out, and they come, their movements slightly out of rhythm as they chase their pleasure.
“Fucking hot,” West mutters, stealing the words from my mouth. “Damn.”
I put my arm around him, and he glances at me, his eyes still kinda glassy. A shadow moves behind them, a ghost of emotion.
“His name was Jonathan Kingsley,” West breathes, and I’ve no clue what he’s talking about.
“What was that?” I lean in closer,
careful not to rub my jizz all over the back of the couch or he’ll never forgive me.
“Who are you talking about?” Sydney whispers, still caught in Kash’s arms, her voice broken and looking all fucked out and sexy.
Damn…
“The guy I thought was my grandfather,” West says. “All my life I thought I knew who he was, but no. He’s probably not related to me at all, unless… unless he was my dad. I dunno. He was in love with my… my mom. Della. The woman I thought was my sister.” He shrugs, a slight roll of broad shoulders, a strangely defeated movement. “You asked.”
Kash shoots me a guilty look, and I just stare back, my mind echoing, thoughts stumbling over one another.
Oh shit, Kash was right. This secret he overheard and told me about, and I didn’t believe him, because it sounded like something out of a Shakespearean tragedy.
Real life is like that, I guess.
Real life is sometimes worse than hell.
Chapter Thirty-Six
Kash
Holy shit. I was right. What I overheard was the truth—and now I wish I’d never asked, seeing the cracks of pain in his façade, the confusion and sorrow in his gaze.
Only… West already knew. I didn’t break his fucking heart by uncovering that can of worms myself. He knew.
