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iPad guy’s head snaps up. He peers at me through a pair of nerdy glasses that give off a professor-meets-superhero-in-disguise vibe, assessing me from head to toe thoroughly enough that my cheeks flush. He’s slimmer than his friend, but lean and sinewy
in a way that tells me he’s fast. And strong. He’s probably got exceptional endurance, too…
“Joey,” she chides. “You’re good. We just got here, and I’m not in a rush to get home. I won’t leave without you. Pinky promise. Go fuck shit up and have fun. But if the rumors are true about Nicholas Lockewood”—she waggles her brows—“you’re gonna need more than thirty minutes.”
“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours,” he murmurs, tracing the waistband of my jeans until his fingers stop below my navel. Deftly, he undoes the button. Then he pulls back and searches my face. “Yeah?”
I swear to god my pussy clenches. I fucking love a man who understands consent.
“Locke,” I scold. “Stop fucking around and lick it like a good boy. I want to come, then I need to see what you’re packing.”
“Decker’s nuts,” he grunts. He doesn’t wait for a response before spreading my folds open and going back in for more. I grip his hair and pull him off my cunt. “Decker’s nuts?” What the hell is that supposed to mean? “Cap’s a health food freak,”
Emo Boy: My cock’s been rock-hard just from the memory of you on your knees. I need to see you again ASAP.
“She’ll be fine,” Decker mutters, scowling at his phone. He’s trying to come off as unaffected, but I know him too well. He’s twisted up because he can’t figure her out—there’s no easy answer in this situation. There’s very little he can’t control. But apparently, Joey Meyer is an exception. “She’ll
be more of a nuisance than anything,” he adds.
“I won’t argue with that. No social media presence and a complete immunity to Decker’s charms. You really aren’t like most girls I know…”
He shoots me a confused look. “I’m not putting it anywhere. I’m going to eat it.”
“Kylian. Good of you to finally join us. Although you probably could have left your groupie upstairs.”
“I don’t do in between well, Jo. And I don’t always notice subtlety. So if you need me to pick when it comes to you…”
“Hot.” He captures my mouth, pressing a searing kiss to my lips. Then he pulls back for one second, adding, “So fucking hot,”
“Fuck, baby. You taste just as good as you look.” His words are muffled as he continues to lick and nip the delicate skin along my neck. “There’s no fucking question about how I feel about you, Jo. Hot. Hot. Hot.” He peppers kisses all over as he makes his declaration, then sucks the delicate flesh of my neck into his mouth.
“Hey…” He tilts my chin up, then cups one cheek with the same hand. “I’m not judging you. I’m fucking glad you came to me rather than unravel at the party. But last night, you weren’t okay. And I wasn’t sure how you’d feel in the morning. I wasn’t about to be the asshole rubbing my dick on you while you were in a vulnerable position.”
“This is us. Whatever you want us to be.”
“I’m a quick learner,” he quips. “You said you weren’t sure where things stand between us, so now I’ll make it abundantly clear as often as possible.”
Biting back a laugh, I tug on the case again. “This would be my vibrator.” Kylian’s mouth falls open, but he doesn’t loosen his grip.
“Seriously. How? I thought vibrators were like, twelve inches long? And usually purple or pink?”
“Unless the Thumper is intended for more than one person to use simultaneously.” Another cock of an eyebrow. A heavy, heated pause. And then— “Should we try it?” I’m nodding before I fully process the question. Leaning back on the bedroom door, parting my legs slightly, aching for him to try.
“Holy shit,” he murmurs, raising his arms to brace himself against the door on either side of my head. “Holy. Shit,” he hisses when he rocks his hips forward and presses into me harder. My thoughts exactly.
He growls in approval. “That’s it. Suck it. Suck it like the needy girl you are and let me see you.”
“Fuck. I’m right there, too. Let go for me, Jo. Show me how good I make you feel. Show me how good you can be for me.”
“We’re coming!” Kylian calls back. My eyes practically bug
But her story’s not mine to tell. And she may never tell it, either, if the only way she can move forward is to leave what happened in the past. So I’ll stay quiet. Keep the secrets I shouldn’t have uncovered in the first place. Reserve judgment for how she manages, for how she’s survived.
“Says the neurodivergent nerd who spent all of seventh grade wearing a tail,” Locke quips without missing a beat. Neurodivergent? Frowning, I dart a look at Kylian, but rather than glowering like I expect, he’s grinning as he swallows and points past me toward his friend.
“I’m not going to hurt you. Just do as I say, Josephine. Roll over and lay flat on your stomach.”
He squeezes my neck in response. “Can you just let someone do something nice for you for once?” he grits out. “You need sleep. I need sleep. I’m not stopping until you’re out.”
I’m close to unconsciousness when he whispers, so quietly I almost don’t make out the words, “You’re okay, Josephine. You can go back to hating me in the morning, but tonight, I’ve got you.”
We’re smack-dab in the middle of the bed. Cuddling at the fifty-yard line.
They each look like they could eat me alive, albeit with very different intentions. Dominance. Heat. Anger. Desire.
Finally, I shift on the bench and face him. “No Cap,” I assure him with a smirk. Literally. Figuratively. In all the ways. His grin is so wide, it lifts his glasses, and that single dimple appears.
“You look really fucking hot in my jersey,” he murmurs with a quick squeeze of my thigh.
“Josephine. Where are my nuts?”
“Oh. Oh. You’re not talking about sugar confections, are you?”
She nods, then we count together: “One, two, three.” “50 First Dates.” “Forgetting Sarah Marshall.” “What?” “Seriously?” “No!”
Joey bursts into a fit of giggles. “Your favorite movie is 50 First Dates? Are you serious?” “It’s an incredible story!” I defend. She clutches her stomach and gasps for breath. “It’s just like every other”—another laugh slips out—“Adam Sandler movie ever made!” She tosses her head back. “But set in a tropical location!”
“Stay with me, Josephine.”
“I want you. He wants you. The only question now is, what do you want?”
“I want you, Nicholas Lockewood. I want you so bad I ache. I want you buried deep inside me. I want you to make me forget my own name.”
“Look at that perfect fucking fit,” he grunts, fixated on his cock as I take him on another thrust. “Look how pretty you look riding me like you own me.”
“I’m not a one-time kind of girl,” I assure him, leaning lower to seal my promise with a kiss.
“Based on my research, most females don’t have a refractory period. Is that the case for you?”
“I bet your clit’s so swollen and tender now. Engorged and needy and ready for me.”
“Baby, tasting him on you makes this even hotter. Stop worrying and let me work. No more talking. Unless you want to scream my name or tell me you’re coming.”
He hums against my center. “You’re so needy. Such a filthy, needy girl, getting fucked by my best friend, then coming up here begging for me to give you more.”
Kylian pauses and sits back on his knees, but his fingers remain firmly on their target. “Say it again,” he demands. “Daddy,” I whimper without overthinking. “Please, Daddy. I need you.” He whistles. “Yep. That’ll do it. New kink unlocked.” Then he dives back down between my legs, closes his mouth around my pussy and clit, and sucks so hard I buck up and almost dislodge him.
“Just because I sit on the sidelines at the games doesn’t mean I’m not going to play to win in the bedroom, Jo.”
