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I look between the two of them, their eyes worshipping, their mouths moving with curses, and filthy words. In a small shift, Dominic lifts himself up to his knees, keeping us connected, my back anchored on the float my lower half in his lap as he begins to pound into me, giving Sean a clear view. Sean lowers his gaze and watches Dominic fuck the breath and the life out of me, his eyes full of pure desire as he keeps his hands moving, stroking, kneading. I cry out, my body quickening as Sean pushes his shorts down and frees his cock, sheathing himself in a condom before taking my lips in a kiss. I feed off him as Dominic picks up his pace, his cock jerking inside of me, his release close. I pull my lips from Sean and gaze up at Dom and what I behold is nothing short of perfection. He’s gone, so gone; lost in the connection of our bodies, his eyes untamed. Sean lifts up and hovers above me, his hand sliding between us, his thumb pressing against my clit. And I shriek out Dominic’s name, my body convulsing with another orgasm, my eyes slamming shut, my heart pounding out of control. Sean backs away, watching me unravel as Dominic thrusts in once, twice, and then groans deeply with his release.
Spent, he leans down, strong biceps next to me, and he kisses me endlessly before pulling out and away, crashing onto his back, his chest pumping in exertion. And then, Sean is there, kissing me deeply, his hunger unfathomable as he pulls me onto him, his legs spread, my back to his front. He fists my hair, pulling my head back to rest on his shoulder, as he lines me up and thrusts up into me.
I cry out at the invasion as he fucks me ruthlessly, spreading me over his lap, my clit throbbing in the open air, his free hand covering me, starting at my breasts and then sliding down my navel to where we connect. He circles my clit with his finger as he hammers into me, his mouth ravaging mine as he thrusts and thrusts. I catch a second wind, grinding myself into him, consumed in a haze of lust. When he tears his mouth from mine, I blink down at Dominic, who’s riveted, his eyes blazing as they roll down my body with fresh desire.
“Feels so good,” Sean murmurs, tensing, his orgasm close. I cover his working fingers with mine and in seconds, I come between our efforts, my eyes fastened on Dominic, just as Sean grunts out his release. We collapse on the float, our breaths erratic, limbs tangled, just as the thunder sounds farther away in the distance. The storm missed us entirely.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Back on dry land, we all pack up wordlessly as I try and grapple with what just happened.
I chose it. I wanted it. I can’t afford to regret it too deeply because if I do, I’ll be opening myself up to loathing—my own—for eternity.
Once both cars are packed, Dominic grips my hand, pulling me to where he stands, his car idling. He looks down at me for a few tentative seconds before he kisses me—the result: rapture. I clutch him to me, and he takes his time, filling my mouth with his tongue, just as hungry as our first kiss; seeking, searching. It’s beautiful, this man’s kiss. It’s all-consuming and I can’t get enough. When he pulls away, he brushes my lips with rare affection, gets in his car, and drives away.
I peek over my shoulder to where Sean stands, my eyes lowered, afraid to meet his gaze. I walk over to where he waits at his passenger door. Unable to handle it a second longer, I brave a glance at him and see ... nothing but the same golden boy who picked me up hours before. My heart lifts instantly. I didn’t realize it had been so heavy. He stops me before I duck into the seat and leans over and presses the gentlest kiss to my mouth. When he pulls away, I feel the sting of tears.
“Don’t, baby. Just don’t. We’ll talk about it when you’re ready, but don’t do it.”
I nod in understanding, not having any clue how to follow that order. I feel a bit like an alien in my own skin. That girl, what she did, I don’t even recognize her. I just let two men share me.
And I loved every minute of it.
The weight of that truth, I can never, ever erase.
And the part of me now awake and breathing within me doesn’t want to.
The drive home is silent, but Sean clutches my hand the whole way. I’m still battling myself and my decision, all the while glowing in the aftermath. He leaves the music on just low enough to hear me speak but remains silent, giving me the time I need while occasionally bringing the back of my hand to his lips.
Reeling, my body is tense, even though my core is sore and thoroughly sated, I can’t think of a single thing to say. And maybe there is nothing to say. His posture remains relaxed as he drives, like he needs no assurances as to my place with him, and I’m not sure I know what it is.
What are we?
That’s what I’m supposed to be analyzing, isn’t it? But it’s not my focus. Neither of them looked at me differently, at least not in the way I was predicting. The change I felt between us all after today is a far cry from the quenched curiosity I was expecting to feel. Their kisses afterward weren’t any different. If anything, I feel more connected to them both.
Could this be real?
I’ve had sex—plenty of sex—in high school, in monogamous relationships with boyfriends I swore loved me, and cared for me, but later showed their true colors. All of the pain I assumed I felt when they’d ultimately rejected a future with me felt empty, meaningless, pale in comparison to any experience I’d had with them to the one I had today and to the possibilities of what’s next.
I study Sean as he punches in the gate code and the car slowly makes its way down the driveway.
“You didn’t do anything wrong,” he finally speaks up. He meets my stare. It’s full of the same surety Dominic kissed me with before he left.
They truly aren’t judging me—something about that eases a bit of the tension in my shoulders.
But why? Why aren’t they judging me? Why don’t they see me differently?
I remain mute as Sean parks and slides me over to him on the bench seat.
“Tell me anything.”
“I don’t know what to say.”
“Own it, fucking own it,” he says adamantly. “Own it and don’t let you or anyone else make you feel like it was wrong.” He presses a finger to my temple. “It’s going to take some time for you to make peace with it, but fucking own it, Cecelia.”
“It was ...” I try to mask the shake in my voice.
“Incredible,” he answers for me. All I can do is nod. He chuckles at my expression. “I’m a bastard for saying it, but I see your mind is blown.”
