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“Buddy? You want something?” Aiden sounds normal, unrattled.

Soren says nothing as he crosses the room, settling on the edge of the bed. I wait for him to speak or, more likely, to shout at us for what we’re doing. It’s the surprise of my life when he pulls back the sheets and settles on his side, scooting back until his ass presses to my front, molding against me perfectly.

I wrap my arm around him on instinct, my hand on his abdomen.

He…doesn’t want to yell. Or fuck?

He’s here to sleep. We snuggle together with me in the middle, warm and sated. Finished, Aiden pulls out of me and settles.

My heart flattens into a steady rhythm. This is the kind of thing people work toward all their life. How can I ever go back now?

Chapter 28

Soren

Their fucking kept me up for over an hour until I did something about it.

I listened to it through the walls, the slap of the headboard against the wall, and lucky for Aiden he didn’t send it through the wood.

Lesson learned from personal experience there.

Or maybe those two didn’t go as hard as Jenny Zimmerman and I did that one summer, although they certainly went multiple times. And I marked every single time Gilli came.

Aiden got her off three times.

There’s a certain tone to her screams when she’s coming versus being fucked.

I was on my back staring at the ceiling, jolted awake with every low moan and grunt and yell of pleasure. Not that I begrudge Aiden anything.

I had her first, and I did it right. I know what Gilli wants and I know how Aiden feels about her, how much he’s craved her. Not to mention we’re no strangers to sharing girls.

So no, I wasn’t jealous.

Until I couldn’t deal with feeling left out and went in tosnuggle. I fell hard into sleep without shame, waking up only when the first silvery gray light of morning crept through the curtains.

And I’ve had enough of waiting.

I’m already hard, my sweatpants tented and my heart racing. Waking up with a boner sucks if you’ve got no one to suck it or fuck it.

Luckily for me I’ve got both.

Gilli lies between us, still sleeping soundly. Aiden’s arm is over her waist, with his hand possessively at her throat. And the damn man is awake, too.

He glances over at me with sleepy eyes and flashes me a smile. “Morning.”

Desire spikes through me when Gilli twitches in her sleep. Aiden doesn’t hold my stare for long, but the exchange between us in one gaze says more than most people have in an hour-long conversation.

Gilli has no idea what she does to me. But she’s about to find out.

I wait for the flash of guilt to rise again, the disgust at fucking my stepsister raw and making her mine. But the memory of her soft body and bare pussy only gets me harder. The way she smells, the way she feels, all of it.

Why am I so attracted to a girl I’ve actively avoided for the last decade? Did getting to know her change everything for me?

I’m going to make her mine again. My cock is practically leaking as I shift to my side.

Gilli takes a deep breath, her nostrils flaring, but the shifting mattress isn’t enough to wake her up. My heart pounds as I compose myself, staring at her and the way her features relax in sleep. Imagining what kinds of sounds she’ll make as she starts to wake up.

I meet Aiden’s eyes and his smile is full, causing deep wrinkles around his eyes.