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"Gimme," I beg. "Please, please, need it. Need your cock, need your come—"

His mouth drops open, and oh Jesus.

He pulses inside me so powerfully it triggers another sharp climax. His hot load floods me, and I love it. I love being his wet hole, his baby girl, his come dump. I dig my nails into his skin and tighten my legs around him, lost in ecstasy.

Until the sound of a closing door wakes me.

I snap my eyes open. Deandre doesn't seem fazed. He just keeps on enjoying his orgasm, slowly moving his hips in small, gentle thrusts. His come leaks out around his cock, dripping down the crack of my ass.

And there I am. Spread open and speared and full of another man's release while he'sstill coming inside me.

From across the room, I meet Cayden's eyes.

And they're not jealous.

They're not jealous at all.

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"Istill don't understand how none of this, like, bothers you."

I'm lying on my back in Cayden's bed, staring up at the ceiling. His head rests pillowed on my thigh. I idly run my fingers through his soft, sandy hair, occasionally dipping to scratch them through his beard. It's calming. Soothing.

But my head is still kind of a mess.

Turning his head to look at me, he shrugs. "Why should it?"

"I don't know. Male pride? Caveman instincts? I've just never heard of this kind of thing working out before."

If anything, society feeds us all the idea that one man and one woman is the only way to go. Obviously, that's not entirely true. I know a decent number of happy gay and lesbian couples, too—but that's the key word. Couples.

Groups? Much less groups of guys, all sharing one girl?

I remain skeptical to say the least.

I can't deny the evidence, though. Cayden literally walked in on me getting fucked by another guy, and he just smiled and waited patiently for us to finish. Deandre eventually pulled out, then turned around to wave at Cayden, his dick still out, my legsspread and my used pussy on display, and everybody wasfine with it. I got cleaned up and dressed, and we all went back to work without so much as having a conversation about it.

At dinner, Adam kissed me, and Sergio gave me a little backrub while we were watching TV, and now I'm here, in Cayden's room, naked and recovering from another round of fantastic sex, and everything seems…normal. Too normal?

"Look," he says, shifting his head off my lap. He lies on his side, braced on one elbow and regards me. "I know it's unconventional, but we all talked it over. We're fine with it."

"When exactly did this talk happen?"

"Originally? In Afghanistan. I mean, we were just shooting the shit, you know? But then when these guys agreed to move up here and help me get the business going again, we made a pact. We'd never let anything come between us." He chuckles, smiling crookedly. "Well, except maybe literally…"

I swat at him, but I don't really mean it. "Focus."

He strokes a hand up my thigh, gaze dark. "Believe me. I am very, very much focusing."

A shiver hums through me, but I brush the low thrum of arousal aside. "Focus on something other than sex."

He pouts. "Well, that's no fun."

"Try. For me."

His gaze softens. "For you? Anything."

A different kind of heat warms me, less sexual and more emotional. This guy is just so sweet sometimes.