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CONWAY

I wasn’t expecting this. Not today. I’ve thought a lot about what I’d want my first time with Grace to be like, if I was lucky enough to be with her. None of my fantasies involved watching Corbin fill her first.

But now, seeing her come apart, feeling their heat and lust, seeing my cousin release all the weight he’s been carrying, I know I was wrong. This is what it should be like between all of us. Free and open. Unselfish and dedicated to her pleasure.

I’m so hard, it’s painful, and so ready to make this woman mine I can barely think straight.

Corbin pulls back, gazing down at Grace, blinking rapidly like he can’t believe what’s happened.

It’s the first time he’s been with anyone since Sadie passed, so he must be overwhelmed and a little unsure.

Maybe it’s good I’m here to break the intensity of this experience for him.

Maybe he needs me here as much as Grace seems to want me.

I lean in to kiss her, swallowing her moans as she curls towards me.

My mind swirls with all the ways I can make her mine.

Me on top. Her in my lap. From behind. Any would bring us both the pleasure we crave, but what will teach her what to expect from me and from this life?

What does Grace need to feel safe and happy?

I could ask her, but in my experience, most people don’t know how to ask for what they need, especially in bed.

Grace is confident and independent, but deep down, she wants to be owned.

I can smell it on her. That hunger. That craving to submit and let go of all the stress and strain of a life like hers.

“I’ve been holding back,” I say, voice low and rough. “Trying not to expect too much or want you too hard.”

Her brow furrows. “Conway…”

“I can’t anymore,” I cut in. My hand finds hers where it rests on the bed, fingers curling tight. “I need you to know how deep this runs. I need you to feel it.”

She blinks once, twice, like her heart’s racing too. “Then show me.”

God help me.

I kiss her like I’ve been starving, tugging her into my lap until her legs wrap around my waist, and her core is hot and slick over my dick.

It’s like all the time I’ve been holding back has snapped loose inside me, and any restraint I hoped to have crumbles to ash.

Her mouth opens with a soft gasp, and her fingers dig into my flesh, dragging me closer, full of hunger and heat.

I kiss her until we’re both breathless. Her legs wrap around my waist, and the way she moves, arching her back and rolling her hips, lights a fuse in my blood. Her skin is warm and smooth, and I want to memorize every inch of her with my work-roughened palms.

“Jesus, Grace,” I whisper, looking at her like she’s the last good thing left in the world. “You’re gonna ruin me.”

She pulls me down and whispers, “Let me.”

I take my time with her at first, with slow hands and soft bites, discovering all the places I’ve dreamed about touching that are now laid bare under my palms. Her nails scrape down my back, and she whispers my name like it’s precious. “Conway. Please.” Her begging makes my dick kick.

When I slide inside her, it’s more than physical penetration.

It runs soul-deep. She’s so wet with her arousal and Corbin’s cum that I’m fully seated in one thrust. The top of my head pounds with the urge to rut, to claim, to own; to saddle and break this woman like I break the wayward horses in the paddock.

She gasps, clutching at me, and I still, forehead to hers, letting the weight of the moment hit.

“You know what this is, Gracie? This is me choosing you. All of you. Is this you choosing me?”

Her eyes shine in the dark. “Don’t stop.”

It isn’t a clear answer, but I’m too far gone to question it.

While Corbin watches, I move inside Grace. We’re made for this. We’re breath and sweat and raw need. Every thrust, every groan, every whispered word is a promise: I’m here. I’m yours. I’m not going anywhere.

I roll us until I’m looming over her, pressing her wrists into the mattress, pinning her with my hands and my cock. I thrust hard and deep. “Feel. This,” I grit out. “Feel. How. Hard. I. Need. To. Fuck. You.”

She groans with each punctuated slam of my hips into her clit.

Corbin moves closer, taking her hands, holding her down so I’m free to rub her clit. His eyes meet mine, burning with heat and intensity, a confirmation that this is right, and necessary and every fucking thing we need.

She’s a mess between her legs, her pretty little clit straining for more attention. I slick my thumb in tight circles as I pump into her, my eyes glued between her legs, where she’s spread wide around my girth.

“This what you need, Gracie? Two cowboys taking you apart piece by piece. Making you filthy and raw?”

“Yes,” she gasps.

“What do you want, Grace? Tell me. ”

“Harder,” she groans. “Fuck me harder, Conway. Make me feel it… today and tomorrow.”

Goddamn. My hips snap, my whole body turning feral.

I pound into her so deep it hurts, and her eyes roll as Corbin bends to kiss her panting mouth.

I force her legs over my shoulders, folding her in two with the force of my thrusts, so close to coming that my vision flashes light and dark, and my balls draw closer.

“Come, Gracie,” I growl. “Let me feel this sweet pussy milk my cock.”

“Fuck,” she groans. “Fuck, Conway… Corbin… oh.”

“It’s okay, Grace. You can do it, sweetheart. You can give it all up for us.” Corbin grips her breast, pinching her sweet nipple, and that’s all it takes.

And when she falls apart below me, trembling and gasping, I follow. Completely undone, spilling inside her like a river breaking its banks. “That’s it. That’s it, girl. Take it. Fucking, take it all.”

She pulls me down on top of her, and I go willingly, pressing her into the mattress, feeling her heart galloping against my chest.

I stay wrapped around her, face pressed to her hair, heart pounding like I’ve just survived a stampede.

Corbin embraces her from behind, wrapping his arm around her middle, anchoring her between us.

It doesn’t feel wrong to share this woman with my cousin.

If anything, knowing that he’s as invested in this as I am makes my feelings for Grace more intense.

He sees what I see. He feels what I feel. It can’t be wrong.

Grace turns in my arms, eyes wide and a little dazed.

“That felt…” She exhales in a rush, and I know exactly what she means without her needing to say the words.

I close my eyes, burying my face in her neck, and breathe her in.

This, right here? This is it.

This is all I want.

No matter what it takes, we have to make her understand that this is forever.