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“Would you be interested in joining Six and me in the bedroom?”

Heat burns bright in his eyes and his tongue swipes out to moisten his bottom lip. “When?”

When.

Shit, just like that.

I didn’t actually prepare myself for his answer before coming in here.

I was freaking out too much over actually putting the question out there.

“Tonight?” I spit out.

“It will have to be late, after Haley is asleep.” He nods, like we’re setting up a poker match and that helps calm my anxious nerves.

“Okay.” I agree with a firm nod before placing my hand in the back pocket of my jeans.

“So…”

“Here,” I tell him, pulling a key from the pocket, “let yourself in.”

He takes the key, making sure his fingers curl around mine as he does, and with a devilish grin, he’s gone and I’m left blowing out a breath.

I feel pathetic for resorting to having Max join us.

Using sex to manipulate Six into giving us his attention and taking his mind off everything with Haley makes me feel like a bad person.

I’m not jealous of his and Haley’s relationship.

I didn’t want them not to be close, it’s just the affect she has on him mentally is unhealthy.

He becomes someone else, lost even.

It’s not about making him forget Haley or what they’ve been through in the past, but more making him live in the now and letting the past be that—
the past
.

God, I’m nervous to how Six will react to me inviting Max here.

I shower and don’t bother putting clothes on before crawling straight under the covers.

Six is locking the bar up downstairs and my eyes keep darting to the clock, dreading the possibility that Max could show up before him.

That would be a nightmare.

Ten minutes pass and my palms begin to sweat.

Twenty minutes pass and my heart rate spikes to a painful rate.

The clicking of the door unlocking causes my stomach to volt.

Heavy footsteps stomp around and then his presence seeps into me.

“You took your time,” I say, throwing back the covers to show him I’ve been waiting.

Max appears next to him and they both stare down at me.

Gasping, my instincts take over and I pull the covers over my exposed flesh in a blip of panic. Did I really want to share myself—us, with another? Max’s hooded eyes creep up to my own and my pussy throbs, answering my question for me.

“Don’t cover up now, you wanted this right?” Six asks, but there’s no amusement or lust in his tone.

Nerves ricochet through my veins, causing the tiny hairs on the my body to rise in alert.
Was this a mistake?

The pulse in his temple vibrates as he leans forward and yanks the sheet away from me.

“Who do you want to fuck you, him or me?”

“If you don’t want to do this…” I stutter.

“No, don’t ask me now.” I can’t decipher his tone and his comments conflict with the heat building in his eyes.

He begins stripping off his clothes and although he’s mad, no woman could watch him strip and not get wet between the thighs.

Max loses his clothes also and my eyes feast on the display before me.

The heat in the room scorches my skin.

Six’s breathing becomes heavy as Max circles him like a predator ready to hunt, capture, and destroy his prey.

Big hands splay across Six’s chest as full, plump lips kiss and bite across his shoulders.

Six’s eyes stay solely on me, pinning me to the bed with just a look.

Heat boils over in his gaze and my entire body explodes with a pulse of energy igniting every nerve-ending.

Dropping my knees to part my thighs, I show him the wetness he’s caused to collect there and slip my hands over my mound to part my folds.

A growl rings out into the room from Six as he watches my every move.

Max circles around him, dropping to his knees behind Six, and Six follows suit, thudding on to his knees before me.

Reaching out, he grabs me behind the knee and drags my body toward him. Leaning into me, he inhales the scent of my pussy.

“You drive me crazy with your scent,” he rumbles as his tongue laps out to taste me.

My hand grips into his hair, pushing him against me, and I lean up on my elbow with my other arm so I can watch over the hard planes of Six’s back while Max uses his mouth on Six’s ass.

The visual and moans coming from both of them, mixed with the swirling of Six’s tongue over my clit, sends me crashing back to the bed.

Lifting my hips, I rotate them over his face.

Heavy breathing becomes the background track to our fucking.

My body ignites and between Six’s mouth and the chorus of pleasure, I don’t think I could ever get higher on lust than I am right now.

My back drags along the sheets as Six pulls me farther down the bed before pushing my legs high in the air.

Maneuvering me into position, his tongue delves into my pussy and then up the lining toward the sweet, puckered hole between my cheeks.

Writhing and massaging my tits, the low ache begins in my pelvis and spreads down through my pussy as it tightens and throbs.

I reach down into Six’s hair and hold him to me while I grind my clit on his mouth hard.

My orgasm rips through me, but he doesn’t slow down.

Instead, he holds me to him and devours me until I’m quivering and jolting in response.

Tugging open the drawer next to the bed, Six pulls out a condom and tears it open with his teeth.

Max gets to his feet and comes to stand in front of Six, who grasps his hard, proud cock with his hand.

It’s silky smooth and thick, the tip glistening with pre-cum.

My body tingles, sending shocks through my nipples and clit as my eyes feast on Six stroking Max before rolling the condom over his cock.

Before I can gasp for breath, I’m flipped onto my stomach and Six is pushing inside me, his delicious cock stretching and filling me.

Pressure forces my body farther into the bed as Max enters Six.

Tapping my ass, Six directs me onto all fours and increases his rhythm, pounding me from behind, pulling my hair hard to turn my head so I can watch Max drill him over our shoulders.

We move in sync, a melody of skin slapping skin. Reaffirming his grip on my hair, Six tugs my head back and savors the skin of my neck, his lips biting and sucking.

“Turn over,” he growls.

I quickly turn over and spread my legs, opening myself to him.

He teases my entrance, circling the tip of his cock there.

Max thrusts a couple more times and grunts and moans fill the air before Max comes to stand beside Six.

Pulling the condom off, he drops it to the floor and makes his way around the bed toward my head.

He adjusts me so my head dangles at an angle off the bed and then lowers his cock into my mouth as Six re-enters me with a hard thrust.

Six drives forward as Max drags up.

As Six retreats, Max plunges forward, ramming his cock to the back of my throat while leaning across my body.

The sound of their lips smacking has my eyes opening to watch them kiss.

As their tongues duel, my pussy becomes wetter and Six moans, thrusting harder. Breaking apart, they both move their lips to my skin, Six devouring my tits and Max kissing down the side of my stomach.

It’s like being fucked by Gods and I’m floating in heaven, euphoria engulfing my body and soul as my entire entity tightens and coils, plummeting into an intense orgasm that almost makes me pass out.

Their pounding grows more intense, elevating my orgasm to heights I’ve never reached before.

And then, their cocks leave my body and liquid ribbon squirts from them both, shooting out in hot waves over my body, decorating me in their essence.

Lying on the bed next to Misty feels different somehow.

We crossed a line with letting Max join us.

I didn’t think Misty would be okay with actually going forward with a threesome. Women say one thing, but usually mean another when it comes to performing the actual act.

And I wouldn’t have cared if she did change her mind.

She satisfies me completely sexually, but I was curious and goading her when she planned things with Max behind my back.

I’ve been distant lately because of Haley.

She’s been suffering and descending into old habits and depression, but it’s not fair on Misty.

She’s a strong, beautiful woman and everything about being with her is good—too fucking good, and that’s the problem.

Being happy while Haley suffers eats away at my conscience.

I didn’t think I would ever get to this place with another person.

I didn’t plan or expect her, but Misty was like a tornado in the dead of night.

I didn’t see her coming until it was too late and she swept me up and let me see inside her, inside the eye of the storm—peaceful and stunning with all the chaos unable to touch her.

And I let her feel so insecure about us, she asked Max to join us in the bedroom.

It’s foolish, but I can’t stop myself from feeling so torn and weighed down with self-hate and the dreaded feeling she will wake up one day and realize how unworthy of her I am.

Max left earlier so he could be with Haley before she woke up.

I admired his commitment to her, but there’s still something about him that doesn’t add up and I can’t—and probably never will—find out what that is.

I enjoyed our session together, but it was a one off and not something I would do again with him.

If Misty wanted to partake in more threesomes, I would be the one picking the third.

I didn’t want anyone else touching her pussy—it was mine and mine alone.

“I’m starving,” Misty moans, her voice groggy as she wakes.

I grin at her knowing it’s because I fucked the energy out of her.

“I’ll go to the bakery and get you lots of carbs.” I nuzzle into her neck and she giggles.

“You’re the best.”

No, she is, and I need to remember that and start showing her.