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  Like he wanted to devour her whole, maybe.

  She couldn’t help moaning. Tobias had three fingers in her now, and he’d really started fucking hard against her. And Sebastian’s hand in her hair felt tight in the exact way she’d wanted before.

  It made her wonder if he’d carry on touching her like that if she moved back over to him—so much so that she couldn’t resist trying. And sure enough, the moment she let Tobias go and sank down on Sebastian’s cock—slow, so slow—his hand dropped from her hair.

  As though doing it for his brother was fine, but for himself? Too greedy. Too rude. Even if her teasing made him shudder harder and let out little bursting breaths, then finally say things like, “There, just there—fuck, I’m close. I’m really close, Bobbi.”

  His words made her want to give it to him, immediately. To suck harder and feel him come in her mouth, long and fierce. But there was another part of her—some wicked, new part—that wanted to draw this out. To hear him beg in that same hoarse, lust-choked voice, or maybe use that word he had a moment ago.

  Fucker, she thought, and let his ready-to-burst cock go. Then leaned over and sucked Tobias back into her mouth, as deep as she could take him.

  It was Tobias who spoke first, however.

  “You know, I actually think she’s trying to be a tease now,” he said, while Sebastian probably seethed in some state beyond words. She could feel the bed shaking, and the cause of it was definitely coming from some place beside her. “But oh, it feels so good, doesn’t it?”

  Sebastian’s answer came out abrupt, and bullish.

  “Yeah. For you.”

  “Why don’t you get out your laptop while you’re waiting? Play some solitaire.”

  “How can you concentrate enough to say this shit? I can’t even remember my own name when she’s sucking my cock.”

  “I have excellent focus. It’s why I can make her come while she’s giving me awesome head.”

  “Is she gonna come?”

  “Yeah, definitely. I’ve got three fingers in her pussy—she’s just so wet and open.”

  She would have blushed at that. Or at least shivered, to hear him say something so naughty and direct. But his tone stopped her—all awed and as turned-on as the word Sebastian then spat out.

  “Fuck.”

  “Feel for yourself,” Tobias offered, and somehow that was even worse. Worse, but better at the same time. Hotter. As though she’d become a trinket they passed around between them, back and forth until her head spun and sounds spilled out of her, to hum their way down Tobias’ now impossibly swollen cock.

  No matter what he said about focus, he was just as turned-on as Sebastian. She could feel it in the tension of his thigh muscles, and the way he rocked when the sound of pleasure vibrated through him. It made his words seem more like a distraction, than anything else, a thing to keep his mind on while his body urged him to come, come, come.

  Though she couldn’t really expand on this theory further, because Sebastian chose that moment to engulf her.

  Or at least, that was the way it felt when he leaned over her body to touch all the places his brother had recently deserted. His cock brushed against her cheek and the curve of his body swallowed her whole, stretching out along her back until he could get at what he wanted.

  She had to take a breath just to keep herself calm. She’d somehow found herself in the middle of a twin sandwich, and by God the bread was immense. Great big doorstep wedges of the stuff, with her nothing more than a pickle in between. Less than a pickle, in fact. She felt like a pea, between these two.

  They’d made a pea sandwich, only much more exciting than that actually sounded. So exciting, in fact, that when Sebastian slid a finger inside her and Tobias said, “Oh fuck yeah, oh that looks so good—her pussy’s so sweet,” she lost most of her control.

  What had once been a fairly measured slide up and down Tobias’ cock became something erratic and full of her own hiccupping breaths. And the hand she had on the thick base of him just had to tighten and tug, rather than anything as pleasant as stroking.

  Tobias didn’t seem to mind, however. The opposite, in fact—he choked out a groan and told her the same thing that Sebastian had only a moment earlier, “Oh baby, I’m almost there. I’m gonna come.”

  He didn’t do what she expected. His hand didn’t go to her hair, to force her to finish him off. And he didn’t lift his hips, to demand she to take him deeper. In fact, he seemed to back away if anything, which confused her at first.

  Until she remembered what they’d said about the joys of teasing.

  She pulled away and he made such a noise, caught between frustration and bliss. It got louder, too, when she wriggled and squirmed and got herself right below Sebastian’s body, in order to take him back in her mouth.

  But nothing matched the sound Sebastian made. He had a finger on her clit now, sliding around in circles in a way that made her tense all over, but he stopped the moment she swirled her tongue over the head of his dick.

  And when she slid her mouth down and hollowed her cheeks, hands groping at everything she couldn’t quite reach, he gasped her name—quickly followed by another warning.

  “Ohhhh yeah, like that—I’m gonna come. Bobbi, seriously. I’m gonna do it in your mouth—is that okay? Tell me if that’s okay or not.”

  Was he serious? She couldn’t tell with her senses full of the smell and taste and feel of him, so swollen and frantic. He jerked forward just once, hard enough for her to know it but not hard enough to choke, and then flooded her mouth with spurt after spurt of come, hot and thick.

  It wasn’t the taste or feel of him doing it that thrilled her, however. It was the slow rock he fell into, after, as though to prolong the sensation. And the sound of him crying out her name as he shuddered through his orgasm.

  Those were the things that affected her. So much so that all Tobias had to do was slip his hand between her legs, stroke over her clit once or twice, and oh. Oh.

  She clung to Sebastian as pleasure forced its way through her, still breathless and largely unable to let them know how good it felt. Though it hardly mattered—another opportunity to do so presented itself, a moment later—one that she could definitely do something about.

  Tobias was still hard, after all.

  She could feel his mouth against her thigh, almost biting at her but not quite, and when she pushed away from Sebastian she could see how shaky Tobias had gotten. How flushed and tense and needy.

  A few strokes over his slippery cock and she had him jerking up at her, hands suddenly all over her body, holding her tight in the 69-ish position they’d gotten themselves into. And when she licked over the head of his dick—just once—his hips lifted off the bed. He pushed a sound into the meat of her thigh, strung-tight body letting go, finally.

  The first jet of his come striped her lips, but by the second she’d managed to take him into her mouth. She felt him flood her tongue the way Sebastian had done, only different, different. Always different. Tobias tasted saltier, richer, and as his orgasm racked his body he barely made a noise. He didn’t call out her name. He just clutched at her and pushed his face into her leg, until the rolling spasms had died down.

  Then he went limp, all in one big rush.

  She couldn’t blame him. Her own body wouldn’t hold her up, once the thing was done. She found herself sprawled over him, breathing hard, every muscle in her like jelly, suddenly.

  And Sebastian looked as though he felt the same. He was still kneeling, incredibly, staring down at her as though she’d suddenly become a different person. It made her want to reach for him, but he pulled her up short before she could lift a hand.

  “Is it okay if I maybe…lay on you?”

  It didn’t seem like too weird a thing to say, really. But when she thought about it, she couldn’t help seeing the question he’d put in there—as though he wasn’t as sure of things as he’d let on.

  But then, maybe that was the problem. They couldn�
��t be sure. They had to ask for permission for things as slight as that, because the boundaries had all been swapped around and changed and now things would never be straightforward again.

  They couldn’t possibly be.

  She loved two people at the same time.

  Chapter Six

  She realized something was massively, hugely different while she stood in the middle of the locker rooms, cookies in hand. Just talking away to Sebastian’s back about nothing in particular, everything normal, normal, normal about this little routine they had.

  She brought the cookies after a race—just like they made a cake when she published a story. It was practically an age-old tradition, a little thing they did to show they cared.

  And then Sebastian stripped off his Speedos right in the middle of it, and suddenly everything wasn’t the same. How could it possibly be? He’d just taken all his clothes off right in front of her, in the middle of an admittedly deserted locker room.

  She had to be honest. She didn’t know what to say about that on any level whatsoever.

  Instead she did something stupid, like turn her face away while blushing. Before realizing she had absolutely no reason to blush at all. She’d had his cock in her mouth, for God’s sake. She’d fallen asleep with his ever buoyant erection practically pressed between the cheeks of her ass.

  She absolutely shouldn’t be embarrassed to see his frankly glorious backside right out in the open like that. It looked firm enough to bounce pennies off, and oh the way it just curved right down into his strong swimmer’s thighs… Any girl would have killed to get a view like this one, and here he was giving it away for free.

  She had to straighten her face out and stop the flush from spreading before he noticed. Because if he did, he was almost certainly going to—

  “Hey, Tobe! I just stripped off and she’s gone the color of a stop sign.”

  She resisted the urge to put a hand over her face, at least. Even when Tobias shouted back from the showers, laughing as hard as his twin—she resisted.

  So what if she was embarrassed? Things were new, okay? Usually she just tastefully hid behind a bank of lockers when they decided to remove all their clothes. Hell, most of the time they politely waited until she wasn’t looking, or else were fully dressed by the time she got fed up of hanging around outside and barged right in.

  Last time she’d shouted, “Hands over cocks, fellas!” as she stormed this manly battlement. Somehow that seemed like the height of impropriety now.

  “Just check if she remembers sucking our dicks last night,” Tobias replied, and oh that was so much worse than the thing Sebastian had said. He just sounded so loud—if anyone from the team suddenly returned because they’d forgotten something, she’d be screwed. They’d all be screwed.

  Plus, this was Tobias hollering such filthy things, over the slap and splash of the shower. Tobias, who wasn’t sure if she should use the word fart or toot. Something had gone fatally wrong if she was now the cautious one in the group.

  Or had she always been the cautious one, and just hadn’t known? You really couldn’t tell something like that until everything was on the line.

  “You remember that, right Bobbi?” Sebastian asked over his shoulder. And then he turned around too suddenly and oh Lord. Lord.

  She’d at least expected something soft and sleeping between his legs—even if she suspected that neither of them ever got anywhere close to that, at any given time. But when he turned, his cock wasn’t even having a midday snooze.

  It was fully alert, and pointing directly at her.

  “Oh, you brought cookies. Is that because we’re your awesome boyfriends?”

  Again, her face went stupidly red. Stupid because it did so on the word boyfriends, and stupid because said word made her go all mushy inside. She couldn’t even answer him—that’s how bad the internal organ situation was. She couldn’t even be sure if she had vocal cords anymore.

  Which was bad, because he really looked as though he needed her to answer. After far too long a time that misty-blue gaze of his turned concerned, and even worse he actually asked, “Do you…maybe need to put your head between your knees?”

  She wasn’t even sure how serious he was. Twenty percent seemed like a lot, but one eyebrow was lower than the other and his eyes seemed kind of big. Thirty percent concerned didn’t look out of the question.

  “No, no, it’s fine,” she said, and despite the fact that the words came out kind of airy and weird she was proud of herself for doing it. “It’s just…you know. A lot to take in.”

  She hesitated then, unsure if she should say the thing she wanted to most. On the one hand, it sounded quite lighthearted in her head, and lighthearted had helped the night before. But on the other hand, it did draw attention to a very obviously sexual fact.

  In the end, however, sex won. She had a feeling sex was going to win a lot, in their brand new relationship

  “Plus I’m starting to wonder if it ever actually does go down. I mean, I’m wearing a duffel coat. I’m carrying madeleines. I’m one step shy of being an elderly baker.”

  Sheer amusement crossed his features. The towel in his hand danced like a veil in some sultry stripper’s show, and she didn’t mind admitting that her eyes followed it. Or at least, her eyes followed all the things it sporadically revealed.

  “Remember that time we sat in on Broadman’s lecture and there were no seats left?”

  “Yeah.”

  “And you sat in my lap?”

  “I don’t think I like where this is going.”

  “I was hard then. I was hard during movie night, when you fell asleep against my arm. I got hard in the photo booth—”

  “When we took those cute pictures? But I have nothing but wholesome memories of doing that!”

  He shouted over his shoulder to his brother, without moving his gaze from her increasingly hot face. In fact, everything on her felt hot, currently. Why did he have to say that about the photo booth, for God’s sake? Now she couldn’t stop thinking about being in his lap and having that big thing shoved up against her ass.

  “Hey, Tobe—remember when we all watched Secretary together?”

  A silence answered. Then after a moment, “You’re not despoiling our pleasant and innocent times together, are you?”

  He sounded just as amused as Sebastian, however. And when he emerged from the shower, he had even less to cover him than Sebastian did. It was just a washcloth, really. It wouldn’t have covered his little finger.

  “Don’t listen to him, Bobbi,” he said, but then he put one foot up on the bench Sebastian stood in front of—to do something like dry himself, maybe—and suddenly she could see a whole lot of things. Just many, many things.

  “We definitely shouldn’t have watched Secretary together,” Sebastian said, in sort of half-whisper. As though he was mouthing the words, and not really saying them.

  It sent her straight back to that night, all three of them huddled on the sofa. Her casually eating popcorn and poking fun at them both—mostly by pointing out how much they kind of looked like James Spader.

  While they had apparently been doing something else altogether.

  “I loved that movie,” she said, then almost laughed at how faux-sad her own voice sounded.

  “Yeah, we loved it too,” Tobias said. “But probably not for the same reasons.”

  “I had a hard-on all night long after that. I think I jerked off about eight hundred times.”

  “Seb, I don’t think she needed it spelled out.”

  “Hey—I was gonna say it was sort of like watching porn with her. But you know. I held back.”

  Tobias rolled his eyes in her direction, as though to say, man, this guy. What are we going to do with him? But in all honesty, she didn’t know what to do about any of this, let alone Sebastian’s desire to watch Filthy Gangbangs 4 with her.

  They’d been turned-on when she’d sprawled across them in her sweats, watching a movie about spanking someone. And she
’d been oblivious, just utterly and ridiculously oblivious.

  “You guys don’t really want to spank me, do you?”

  They shared glances. Thankfully, the glances didn’t go much further than oops and cool it, dickhead.

  “You’re terrifying her again,” Tobias said, as he started searching through his locker for something. His spanking paddle, in all probability.

  “Sorry, Bobs,” Sebastian said, and kind of did a little wince. Then as though to placate her further, he made a very kindly offer. “Want us to put some clothes on?”

  It didn’t sound that kind once he’d said it, however. Because really, what sort of person would ever want a thing like that? He looked like the kind of statue David was jealous of. Even with all of the disturbing porn talk, she couldn’t bring herself to want him clothed.

  “No.”

  He came close to grinning.

  “You said that awfully fast.”

  She squirmed. Felt too hot inside her clothes again.

  “Well, you know. You guys look good.”

  It was almost embarrassing to say it, it seemed so obvious. But neither of them took it the way she expected. Tobias raised his eyebrows, and Sebastian…well. She couldn’t tell what Sebastian’s expression was. It looked as if he was pleased or surprised, but really how could he be either?

  He looked like a bigger, more handsome James Spader. It didn’t even seem like something physically possible.

  “I mean, you both get how hot you are, right?”

  They were both so hot she couldn’t stop looking at them, even when she wanted to. She could feel her gaze just absently following every line and curve of their bodies as the words fell out. Of course it seemed sort of perverted to be doing it, but it just couldn’t be helped. Tobias still had water all over his body. Actual water, trickling and sliding down that stripe of muscle between his hip and his groin.