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  She could feel how taut the move pulled her breasts. How bare it made everything seem. She’d never felt so naked in her entire life, and that included the time they’d blindfolded her and divested her of every item of clothing.

  Though she guessed it didn’t help that Tobias was staring right down at her completely spread open and very, very wet pussy.

  “Sensitive?” he asked, and she didn’t know what he meant. She didn’t at all, until he quite suddenly ran his thumb through her folds, and eased it up, up around the side of her still swollen clit.

  It kind of felt like being kicked in the gut. And even though she tried to keep her reaction to the bare minimum, Tobias seemed to know it.

  “Oooh-hoo. Yeah. A little too much, huh?” he asked, but the thing was—he didn’t stop. He just kept on kind of rubbing right at the side there, until that near-burning sensation slowly slid down into something else. “How about that? That too much?”

  She bucked against the hands that restrained her, again. This time, however, they held much faster. They squeezed tighter. And when she glanced sideways at Sebastian, the expression on his face wasn’t half so concerned.

  For a second they’d switched places—Sebastian the one who wanted to hang back, Tobias the one barging ahead—but the more this went on, the easier Sebastian seemed to be with it.

  She felt him shift a little up the bed, and suddenly became very aware of just how easy he was with it. In fact, his easiness seemed to be poking into her side as they spoke.

  “You know, I’m starting to think my brother needs to see a doctor,” Tobias said, which made her want to laugh. She probably would have done, too, if it hadn’t been for the press of Tobias’ maddening thumb.

  “Oh, what? Like you’re not going crazy to fuck her right now?” Sebastian asked, though his point was somewhat undersold by the feel of his now condomless cock making slick trails over her skin.

  And the sight of Tobias, so still and calm suddenly. He had her completely under his control, his touch like a hook around her body. Just that one little rub, back and forth, back and forth, always edging closer to her now beyond sensitive clit.

  “I am, but I think I want to make her come first,” he said, then after a moment’s consideration, “What do you think, Bobbi? You want to come again?”

  She tried to shake her head, and got as far as a kind of weird shudder.

  “Or do you want me to just take you? You seemed to really appreciate a cock in you, and a finger on your clit.”

  Well, she couldn’t deny that much. Her last orgasm had kind of felt like being crushed and expanded, all at the same time.

  “Oh God, just—” she started, but couldn’t get out any more. He put a hand around the root of his cock and squeezed, and then afterward every word she’d wanted to say simply flew right out the door.

  And they didn’t come back when he said, “Fuck, I’m close. Hand me the condoms.”

  He didn’t say it in his normal voice. But then, it wasn’t exactly a normal request. He was asking a third party to pass him a pack of Trojans, and even worse, Sebastian did it without a word.

  Then she just had to watch as he suited up and spread her legs wider, wider. Sank two fingers in to the hilt, as though to test her out. It made her want to say to him, Hey, it’s cool. In fact, you’ve just seen how cool it is. Someone with your penis has just fucked me with very little trouble at all.

  But by God, that was weird. So weird, in fact, that it forced her cunt to clench around the intrusion, and a giant frisson of pleasure got her in its grasp.

  Yeah, it was weird all right. But it was also massively, probably disgustingly exciting. And she could no longer deny that fact when Sebastian kissed her open mouth, and Tobias slowly, slowly eased into her completely open and willing body. Said something dirty, like, “God, you’re right. She’s like a fucking fist around me.”

  She couldn’t even deny what he was saying. Much like before, there was nowhere to go when she tensed around him. He felt too big before he’d even gotten halfway inside her, though she suspected this effect was made worse by the position she was now in.

  Those big hands of his, holding her thighs wide apart. His body bearing down on hers, not quite looming over her, but close. And then the feel of his thick, stiff cock splitting her open… God, it drove her insane.

  “No, Jesus—hold her,” Tobias said, and for a second she thought he meant he couldn’t take her bucking the way she was trying to. That he found it too exciting. But then he clarified, just before Sebastian got an arm around her waist. “Feels like I’m gonna end up in her throat.”

  “Christ,” Sebastian said, while she echoed the sentiment in her head. It wasn’t quite as bad as Tobias was making out, but it was close. There seemed to be far too much for her to comfortably take, and when he finally started slowly rocking in and out it was mainly the swollen head of his cock that made the contact.

  That rubbed almost agonizingly over that sweet spot, until she couldn’t do anything but bite her lip and squeeze her eyes tightly shut. He felt too good, and judging by his response he shared her opinion of the matter.

  “You’re killing me, Bobbi,” he said, after a long moment of nothing but easing in and out of her. And it wasn’t just his words that made her think he was losing it, either. His voice sounded like someone else’s, all up and down like that. Breathless, she thought, even though Tobias never got breathless over anything.

  She’d seen him end marathons in better shape.

  “You close, Tobe?” she asked, but the tease was lost around halfway through. Mainly because he got hold of her leg and folded down against her body, so that his next thrust forced an actual sob out of her.

  And then just when she’d worked up the strength to say don’t, he did it again. Harder. Faster. Enough to make her see bright spots behind her eyes and squirm too frantically in Sebastian’s arms—though Sebastian didn’t seem to mind. He simply took her face in one big hand, and murmured dirty words in her ear.

  Words like, “If you keep wriggling like that I’m going to coat you in come.”

  Would it be such a bad thing if she just said, Yeah, sure, go right ahead? She didn’t think so, at this point, but the problem came when she actually tried to formulate sentences. They came out much more like groans, instead of anything articulate.

  And the groans got louder the harder Tobias fucked into her—and by God, he was fucking her hard now. He’d somehow gotten hold of her ass, and every time he thrust in he yanked on her just a little. Just enough to give everything a keen, rough edge, while the head of his cock found that bundle of nerves unerringly.

  He knew before she did, however. She felt almost certain she couldn’t come again, but he said it the moment a shuddering wave of sensation started to overtake her.

  “Oh fuck, that’s it,” he told her. “Oh man, you go tight when you come.”

  She knew exactly what he meant. She could feel herself practically cutting off his blood supply, body almost snapping right off the bed under the pressure of it. Hands clutching and clawing at Sebastian in a near embarrassing fashion.

  In fact, not even near. He laughed into her ear that she was a wildcat, a crazy, horny little creature, and every inch of skin on her flushed red. Strangely, however, the feel of that heat…the sound of Sebastian teasing her as he kept right on rubbing his cock over her side…it didn’t detract from the experience.

  It just made it all hotter, sweeter, so flooded with shame it turned her inside out. She said a name—some ridiculous mixture of both of them—and then Tobias dug his fingers into her ass, hard. His hips snapped forward. His body juddered against hers.

  He was coming too, she knew. And this time he didn’t do it soundlessly. He did it long and loud with as many filthy ohhhs as Sebastian usually sang out, all of his pleasure draining out of him to sink directly into her.

  His cock swelled inside her in the exact way Sebastian’s had, but the entire thing went on for much longer. He didn
’t seem to want to let the feeling go, and just when she thought it was all over he’d jerk against her again. He’d shudder and gasp and say something fantastic like, I think I’m actually dying of an orgasm.

  Of course she immediately wanted to tell him she’d felt the same way, on several occasions with them both. But when she tried to speak, most words failed her again. She managed a that was… And maybe a little uhhhhh. Which made up most of her ability to communicate.

  They’d robbed her of the rest. Though by the looks of things, she’d done the same to them. After a moment of what appeared to be a kind of paralysis, Tobias sprawled all over her. And since Sebastian had already done the same thing about half an hour ago, the effect was startling. Like being blanketed with limbs and flesh and the heat of their bodies, both suffocating and yet somehow infused with a relaxed sleepiness, at the same time.

  She found herself lulled, despite all the worries she should have been going over. She knew them all by name, now—we shouldn’t, it’s bad, people will find out, it’s weird—but as her eyes drifted closed and her two guys went heavy against her, she could hardly remember any of those words.

  Instead she thought of how easy it felt, to just let herself be with them.

  Chapter Eight

  She realized two things as she finished changing her clothes. The first being that she’d have to actually keep some gear at their place, if they were going to keep doing this. And the second?

  They were almost definitely going to keep doing this. She knew it before she’d even fully considered what the day ahead held—lunch by the river, on the abandoned stands there. A long walk back afterward, probably together, and probably a lot like the sort of walks people had when they wanted to be all romantic.

  And then finally movie night. Which was almost certainly going to devolve into sex. She could almost picture it happening before she’d even gotten past the lunch part, and it didn’t have quite the same effect on her as it had before. It didn’t make her think of timeshares and public shaming.

  It made her breathless instead. It made her pick underwear she wouldn’t have usually, covered in warm clothes that were just a touch tighter than the pair of them would expect.

  And through each step—checking she had everything in her bag, tugging her neat little skirt down straight, smoothing her clingy jersey over her still stupidly tingling breasts—she experienced a number of little warm flashes. Memories that should have embarrassed her, but didn’t.

  The way Tobias’ fingers had felt, digging into her thighs and her ass. The feel of Sebastian’s cock pressing against her side as he whispered filthy words in her ear. The different reactions of them both, similar but not quite the same.

  God, it got her wet before she’d even made it to either of them. And it did something else too—something she didn’t expect. It sent a surge of happiness through her, as airy and light as any she’d ever felt. So strong suddenly that it didn’t even die away when the dorm room door opened, and Jill tumbled in.

  She just carried on gazing out the window at the river in the distance, most of her mind and body taken up with everything to come. Sebastian would definitely try to hold her hand on the way back. And Tobias would be as relaxed as he’d seemed that morning, every question and concern melted away.

  How could she care about someone like Jill, with thoughts like those in her head? Jill said things like, “Oh, you’re here.” And, “Are you seriously going out in a skirt like that? You know, bigger girls really shouldn’t show so much leg.”

  Bobbi could hardly take her seriously anymore. Instead she thought of how it looked, that her bed was still made. That she’d strewn her clothes all over it, as though she couldn’t wait to get out of her filthy sex-stained ones and into something tiny that bigger girls shouldn’t wear.

  And she forced herself to keep her back to her once-was-friend. She forced herself, even when Jill followed up all of her airy little jibes with, “You know, I hooked up with Christian Carter at that mixer last night.”

  Bobbi didn’t mind admitting that her blood kind of froze at the sound of those words being rolled out behind her. And then of course Jill just left them there, hanging, without any particular meaning attached to them.

  They could have been about anything. Hell, maybe Jill had simply wanted to hook up with a devilishly handsome and obviously charismatic man about campus. Maybe she’d just wanted to brag about that fact, as she perched on the end of Bobbi’s bed, and started gingerly picking through the clothes discarded there.

  “He’d definitely be interested in what a slob you’re becoming,” Jill said, and this time Bobbi’s blood did not so much freeze in her veins as turn to ash and blow away. It couldn’t be denied now. Jill was driving at something, and the something kind of looked like a Bobbi-shaped car crash. “He told me he’d seen you at their apartment. Said you looked kind of frazzled.”

  Of course, that last sentence should have sent her over the edge. She knew it should have, and yet once it was out the strangest thing happened. A realization occurred—one that she never thought she’d have. She hadn’t had it in the locker room, or when they’d asked her if she thought this was weird. It hadn’t happened when she’d seen Christian Carter emerge from the kitchen, all smarmy smiles and mean looks.

  But it happened now.

  She didn’t care.

  “I said you just didn’t really know what to do with two guys like that.”

  She still didn’t care.

  “And he said it was really odd that they liked hanging out with you so much.”

  She didn’t care so much, by this point, that she almost blurted out a laugh. So what if people knew? What did it matter, if they wanted to make snide comments and be almighty bitches about it?

  They didn’t get to sleep with the Hoffman twins. She did. She actually and really did. The twins liked her, above Jill and Kathy with a K and that girl from the film society with the tremendous rack.

  Hell, they didn’t just like her. They loved her. And she was all set to tell Jill all of those things—about the love and the not caring and the fact that pretty soon, she suspected she wouldn’t be living in this dorm room, anyway—when Jill sighed and said something that really did make Bobbi laugh.

  “But I told him straight—I mean, they obviously feel sorry for you. You’re like their little pet, I told him. A project, or something. He thought that was absolutely hilarious.” Bobbi could almost see her soon-to-be ex-roommate, shaking her head of blonde curls. As happy as a pixie, over something she barely even understood. “So did you get me their number, or what?”

  Of course after a second Jill asked her why she was laughing. But she didn’t think she could have explained, even if she’d tried.

  * * * * *

  They did things the usual way. Sebastian climbed the back of the stands where people had once sat to watch the rowing. Shoved himself onto a bench somewhere behind her, ruffled the top of her head. He even had a sandwich already hanging out of his mouth, like always.

  Though he kissed her, once he’d finished his food in two big bites. He kissed the top of her head, like a friend, only not. And Tobias did the same, once he’d patiently climbed the rows of rickety seats, and taken the one next to her.

  Only he did it on the cheek, and that wasn’t like a friend at all. It made her eyes drift closed, it was so much not like a friend. Sent her right back to all of the things they’d done the night before, with just a little bitter hint of Jill on the end.

  She’d have to tell them, even though the conversation hadn’t meant what she’d initially thought it had. And then they’d worry and ask if her if she was sure again and oh, she didn’t want any of that anymore.

  She just wanted to say clearly that it didn’t matter to her in the slightest, without having to go over the hints she’d thought Jill was making.

  “You okay, Bobs?” Tobias asked, as he opened what looked like one of those amazing salads from Kendall’s Deli. It was her favorite, with t
he soft eggs and the crispy prosciutto.

  “I think she’s freaked out again,” Sebastian said, even though she wasn’t, she totally wasn’t. If anything, most of her concentration was on the food in Tobias’ hands, and how she hadn’t eaten since the night before.

  And maybe also a little bit on how awesome they were, for bringing her something they knew she liked. Good God, they made amazing boyfriends. They didn’t even do anything douche-y, like eat all the gooey eggs before she could get to them.

  Tobias just handed her it, as though he’d bought it just for her.

  “You think?” he asked, after which she finally got up the wherewithal to stop thinking about eggs and start protesting.

  “I’m really not.”

  “She definitely is,” Sebastian said. “We’ve given her too much time to think about it.”

  “It’s the locker room—you shouldn’t have grabbed her in the locker room.”

  “I think the whole fucking-her-one-after-the-other thing is probably more of an issue, to be fair.”

  “More than likely.”

  “Guys, seriously—” she started, but Tobias cut her off. And he didn’t do it with a fierce tone or an exclamation point. In truth his words were spoken kind of quietly, as he turned his gaze away from hers.

  It was just that they had a lot of impact.

  “I wish we were one person.”

  An impact that was made stronger when Sebastian didn’t correct him, or act at all affronted. He just sat there in silence, looking in almost the same direction as his twin—between the autumn gilded trees, over the river.

  Some morning mist still hung around the cool, still water, and it looked more beautiful than ever. Like a little secret grove that they’d found for themselves, on the grounds of Brier.

  Not that she was paying attention to any of it. She glanced at them both, aching somewhere deep down inside as she did so. They meant it. They really meant it.