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"That's it," I breathed as he pumped into me again and again.
"God Paige, your pussy is squeezing my dick like a mother-fucker," he rasped. I could once again feel his rhythm change as Cain was thrusting into him.
The cadence of our fucking had changed and the only way I could describe it was that it was truly a team effort. Cain rocked into Eli, who rocked into me, and I bucked my hips back in the same rhythm, which was quickly causing a sexual frenzy for all of us.
Eli ravaged my lips with his as the pleasure elevated into a crescendo of raw passion and fury.
"Oh God," I moaned as I felt my muscles constrict around him, my core had a pulse as the contractions milked him fluidly.
"Fuucck," he growled loudly, as his cock throbbed like a heartbeat and his climax emptied inside of me.
From somewhere in the sensual fog of our orgasms, I heard Cain moan deeply, and felt Eli shudder as our trifecta was brought perfectly to fruition.
I had never felt anything quite as intense or as magical as what I'd just felt with these men.
And it totally rocked.
chapter 20
(Cain)
I awoke realizing that I was all tangled up in Eli, which wasn't all that unusual, but I could've fucking sworn that Paige had fallen asleep between us last night. We'd all fallen asleep tangled up in one another's limbs, butt naked and exhausted but fulfilled—all of us. That much I knew for certain.
I've got to say that I was fucking surprised when I'd walked into our room yesterday afternoon and saw what was starting to happen with Eli and Paige. I was not only surprised, I was pleased as fuck. It had been a tough week for all of us, but my instincts had been right.
I hadn't been sure just how comfortable my partner was going to be taking a walk back over to the other side. I mean, hell, it wasn't as if he hadn't been there plenty of times before, but something about his high school romance, and brief marriage to Greta, an exchange student from Sweden, that he'd knocked up during their senior year in high school, had changed all of that.
It wasn't as if Greta had even been his first.
Hell, he'd shared with our counselor that he'd fucked the whole varsity cheer squad during his junior year in high school; a couple of them at the same time he'd even bragged.
But Eli came from good people. He and his brothers were cowboys for Chrissake—growing up on a horse ranch in Wyoming. The only difference between Eli and his brothers was that Eli's boots had to be designer. That was just how my man rolled.
He had told me that, even in junior high school, he'd been attracted to both sexes, but he'd decided he was only going to pursue chicks. And pursue he had.
But when Greta got knocked up, the dude wanted to do the right thing, and he said at that point, he knew any desires he had for the male gender had to be retired permanently, because he planned on making a life with her and their kid.
So, both of them being eighteen years of age had taken off to find a JP and they had eloped.
Of course
, as soon as Greta's sponsor, Youth for Understanding, found out about the situation, her knocked-up ass was put on a plane back to Sweden. It was something about her violating the terms of her student visa, and she was put on home country restriction, meaning she couldn't apply for a U.S. residency visa for another two years.
I guess Eli had e-mailed her like crazy, but her e-mail account had been closed. He tried writing to her as well, but the letters were returned to him unopened.
The marriage was annulled and he had never heard a thing from her again. It bugged him, knowing that somewhere on the planet, he had a kid that he'd never see or know. He had some trust issues after that where females were concerned.
But last night, it was apparent that Paige and Eli were down with each other. Like nothing I'd ever fucking imagined. It'd been pretty intense, but intense was good, right? I was just bothered by the fact that she'd left our bed sometime during the night.
I was worried that she was having second thoughts, and I knew that I couldn't handle losing her, especially since she was under my skin to stay.
I quietly extricated myself from Eli and grabbed my boxers from the floor, shrugging them on.
I went to her room and fuck if the door wasn't shut. That didn't stop me from opening it and letting myself in. Her bed was empty, but she'd slept in it, I could tell.
"What? You don't knock?" I heard her ask, coming out of her bathroom wearing a towel around her body, and her hair wrapped in another. She was sporting a sexy little grin, so I knew that she wasn't really pissed at me.
"Why knock?" I asked her with a shrug. "I've memorized every inch of your body, so there's really nothing to hide from me, is there?" I didn't give her a chance to respond. "What I'd like to know is why you're in here instead of with us in our room."
