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We have to break our kiss just so I can take it off, but it’s worth the temporary loss of her lips on mine. Because when she kisses me again, we’re skin to skin.

I have no fucking idea where this is going or what kind of game we’re playing. But for Talia, I’ll keep playing as long as Mack allows it. Even if I have no idea what the rules are.

Chapter 30

Sharing

TALIA

For a second there, I was sure Macklin would kick Becks out of the room.

Instead, here I am, caught between the two men I can’t stop thinking about. The two men I can’t stop wanting, no matter how wrong that is.

The thing is that nothing has ever felt as right as having their arms around me, their mouths on me.

And the best part of it is that I have all the power here.

Macklin has been telling me that with his eyes every time we’ve crossed a line. He finally whispers it to me after helping me out of my jersey. His jersey.

“Becks and I will do anything you want, baby. Is that what you want? Both of us here to make you feel good, together?”

I nod and turn around to kiss his brother.

Macklin’s support makes me feel more confident, bolder. And before the kiss can get too deep, I lift Becks’s shirt to expose his ripped, muscular chest.

He gets the hint and pulls his t-shirt over his head the rest of the way. The second that obstacle is gone, his mouth is back on mine. His smooth, warm skin feels like heaven against mine; our chests are smashed together, my nipples reduced to two aching points, straining against the lace of my bra.

As Beck kisses me deeper, Macklin’s lips trail down the back of my neck, tracing the fabric of my bra.

Macklin says I can have what I want, and I’m not ashamed that I want more.

More of their solid bodies against me, more of their mouths on me. Up until last night, I had been barely touched by a man, and sex is still quite new. But I feel safe with them. I trust them not to ever hurt me, at least physically.

“This ok, baby?” Mack whispers, touching the clasp of my bra.

“Yeah.” I turn to respond, still keeping my arms around Becks’s neck.

When my bra slides down my arms, Becks’s blue eyes trail the movement.

Macklin has seen all of me, but with Becks, I’m in uncharted waters.

For a second, that familiar fear of inadequacy makes me want to cover my chest with my arms.

The way he looks at me, though, is all the reassurance I need.

“Fuck, Talia.” He murmurs after a long moment. “You’re perfect.”

His lips find mine again, but this kiss is quick and teasing. Becks’s mouth travels down my throat, past my collarbone, and then he hesitates.

He lifts those bright blue eyes to look at me, asking for my permission.

I nod and Becks kisses the swell of my chest, cupping my tits in his big, slightly rough hands.

“Fuck,” Macklin rasps out as he watches his brother close his lips over one of my nipples. “You look so hot while Becks kisses your tits, baby. Does it feel good?”

“So good.” I close my eyes, leaning against Macklin’s strong chest.

His solid body behind me makes me feel safe and protected, and I dare more.