How fucked-up am I, to be fantasizing about my ex-boyfriend’s brother’s touch while getting fingered by said ex-boyfriend? I suck in a sharp gasp. Too fucked-up. A lost cause. A moan threatens to escape as I feel the intrusion of Adrian’s finger. My body tenses. I’m so close. So deliciously close— A pair of hands pulls me away. “What the fuck!” Adrian yells as I’m yanked from his grasp. “Shh,” a familiar voice whispers in my ear, his breath hot against my skin. “If you come, it’ll be on my fingers, not my brother’s.”
