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Snorting lightly at my own thoughts, I slowly climb off the bed. I make a beeline for the bathroom to get my pants, but Cal stops me and holds me in place.
“Ezra, open your eyes.”
“What, no!” I protest. Ezra flinches, like maybe he’d started to open his eyes, but he squeezes them together instead.
Cal stands behind me with his hands around my waist. He speaks low against my ear, but I know Ezra can hear him. “Tell me you don’t fantasize about your teacher looking at you, touching you, tasting you. Tell me, and I’ll stop.”
Ezra’s eyebrows shoot up and his eyes snap open, but he doesn’tlook anywhere but at my eyes. There’s a question behind his amber eyes, the color swirling darker than usual, accentuating the gold flecks of his irises. I blush deeply, because there’s no way he can look in my eyes and not see the truth. I’m a horrible liar, but I’d also never want to lie to him, of all people.
I avert my eyes. Ezra stands and walks over to us. With a light touch on my chin, he gets me to look up at him.
“Is it true?”
A tear falls from my eye, rolling down my cheek. Ezra wipes it away, absentmindedly putting his thumb in his mouth and licking away the tear. My eyes track the motion. I swallow loudly, acutely aware that I’m standing between the two of them, half-dressed at that, and my heart feels like it’s beating out of my chest.
Then, with Cal’s hands resting on my hips, Ezra takes another step closer to my body, one hand tilting my face up as he dips his head down. His lips hover over mine, caressing me with his warm, wine-stained breath.
“Is this okay?” he asks, sounding pained. As if he’s afraid I’d deny him. As if I could.
I want to say yes. I want to say no. I want to melt into a puddle and scream in happiness and wilt into a ball of nerves. I turn my head towards Cal, but Ezra keeps my chin in his grasp.
“Don’t look at me, Beth. Look at him.”
With my eyes closed, because I’m afraid that this is all some kind of dream, or that maybe I’m about to wreck everything I’ve built with both of these men, I press up on my tiptoes, laying a gentle kiss on his lips. It’s soft, and quick, and I try topull my face back when it’s over, needing space to overthink what I’ve just done.
Ezra grips my chin tighter and dives down to capture my lips in his. His lips are soft and gentle as his mouth moves against mine, coaxing my tongue out and deepening the kiss. It’s passionate and meaningful, and it pulls me under like the strong tide of the ocean.
When he pulls away, we’re all breathing heavily.Is this really happening?
Cal’s voice rumbles against my back. “Ezra, tell Beth how you feel about her. She needs to hear it.” He strokes my hair back as he talks, like I’m something precious.
Ezra’s lips turn up in a half grin. “I think you know, right? You must know.”
“I’m starting to get an idea,” I whisper back.
“How do you feel about the way she looks?” Cal prods. “Her body?”
Ezra clears his throat awkwardly. “Well, I mean, obviously—”
“Explicitly, Ezra. I’ll explain, but first we need to hear it.”
His eyes meet mine. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met. You’re talented, brilliant—”
“Lovey-dovey bullshit later, Ez. Down and dirty. Tell her what you think abouther body.” Cal pulls me back and puts space between us and Ezra, putting me on display while I’m frozen in shock. “What do you think of her legs?” His hands caress over my hips and the tops of my thighs before they move aroundto grip the meat of my butt, his fingers digging in almost painfully. “This fecking ass,” he growls.
“Well, yeah, she’s…it’s all perfect.”
Cal’s hands push up under the hem of my t-shirt, squeezing the flesh at the sides of my waist. My heart is beating furiously, but the possessiveness in his rough grip and the erection straining at the small of my back keep me in place. “What about her soft flesh and these delicious tits?” His mouth runs up the side of my neck as he speaks, sending gooseflesh over my entire body.
“Perfect,” Ezra repeats huskily.
“And how much would you like to grab that ass, bury your face between those thighs, drown in her cum and suffocate between these tits?” Cal rasps, running his hands up underneath the shirt and palming my breast.
I’m turning into a puddle of embarrassment and arousal. The two feelings aren’t warring with each other, though. They’re working in tandem to intensify every word, every sensation.
There’s no answer, but when I open my eyes to look at Ezra again, his pupils are blown and he’s watching me open-mouthed. The energy in the room crackles.
Call whispers in my ear. “Would you like that, bláth fiáin? Would you like Ezra to touch you like that?” My eyes are locked on Ezra, incapable of words.
