“I want you both,” I admit. “I want you at the same time.” “You know I’m clean,” Jake says, his hand slipping inside the stretchy fabric of my halter top to cup my breast. He weighs it in his hand, kissing my neck and flicking my nipple until I’m arching against him. He pauses, his hand on my tit, and looks over my shoulder at his best friend. “Cay? You clean?” Caleb gives us a curt nod. “You broken over there?” Jake teases. Caleb shakes his head. “No.” Jake huffs a laugh. “Well, I’m not leaving this room until she comes. So, get over here and help me, or get out.” As if to prove his
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