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Miles and I groaned, the combined sound filtering through the peaceful evening.

Miles released her tit. “Fuck, baby girl. You like toys?” She nodded as he switched sides, this time nipping at the side of her breast hard enough to leave a small mark. “You were made for us, Aspen. Everything about you was crafted perfectly for us. Now turn around and sink down onto my cock.” Cupping her face, he held her steady, staring up into her hooded gaze. “I’ll try to be as gentle as I can be, baby, but I’m no gentleman, and I’m fucking aching to be inside you.”

When she turned, I took her face between my hands and sealed my lips to hers, following her down as Miles slowly lowered her back to his lap. I knew the moment he pushed inside her pussy because they both moaned, Aspen’s mouth opening, allowing me the chance to slip my tongue in to tangle with hers.

Miles’s rasped curses filled the area. Standing tall, I looked down at where they were connected, almost coming right then at the way her perfect pussy was stuffed full of his cock.

“How does she feel?” I grunted while tugging at my dick.

“Tight,” he said through clenched teeth. “She’s fucking strangling me in the best way possible.”

Gripping Aspen’s chin, I tipped her flushed face up to mine. “How does he feel, sweetheart?”

“I can’t… it’s too much,” she gasped.

“But you’re taking him so well,” I praised, which had her preening. Our girl had a praise kink—noted. That was more of Miles’s area, but I’d do anything if she liked it. “You ready for one more cock to fill you up?”

Instead of answering, her jaw went slack and her lips popped open.

“Fucking hell,” I muttered. “I might not last long,” I said, more to Miles than her.

“Even with this damn thing on, I’m already close. She’s heaven.” His hands came up and grasped both breasts, pinching her already-abused nipples between two fingers. “Ah, shit. Do that again, baby girl. Squeeze me.”

Gaze locked on her parted lips, I stepped closer, guiding my dick into her waiting mouth. The first feel of her hot breath had a shiver racing down my spine. I slipped in farther and her lips closed around me, tongue lightly tracing the underside of my shaft.

Inhaling deeply to keep from exploding, I tipped my head back to stare up at the faintly lit sky. In and out, I fucked her hot mouth, pushing deeper with every thrust until she gagged around me. But it was when she started to move, bouncing up and down on Miles’s cock, that her groans and pleas vibrated along my shaft and did me in.

Biting my lower lip, I gazed down at her as I threaded both hands into her hair, holding her steady.

“Swallow for me, sweetheart. I want to feel that throat working around my cock while I come down it.”

Sinking all the way until her nose brushed my taut abs, I cursed loud enough to be heard back in Anchor Bay as she did just as I asked. The feel of her throat constricting around me, tightening around my sensitive head, had me bursting. In and out in quick thrusts, I fucked her mouth through my orgasm.

Completely spent, I stumbled back, my still-semihard cock slipping from her lips. With me out of her mouth, Miles kicked it up a notch, lifting her higher than before only to slam her down on his dick while he lifted his hips. Up and down he fucked her rough, Aspen’s cries of pleasure enough to stir my dick despite having just come harder than ever.

With a harsh curse, he slammed her down, his fingers slipping between her folds to pinch her clit. She came with a scream that slowly faded into a silent one, her mouth still hanging open as she collapsed back against Miles.

The two shifted in the chair with their combined labored breathing.

I stared at them, committing the moment to memory because I knew it was when our lives officially changed.

And we would never, ever be the same.

18

MILES

Something had changed deep inside me.

It was as if the dam broke, split wide open, and all the pent-up anger, pain, and fear were now freely flowing through my veins, infecting me yet not. I’d kept so much held back for so long, not wanting those dark, twisted feelings to affect my daily life. Even if that life was spent barely surviving.

Then the cure I never expected, the demolisher of my well-constructed barrier to those locked-up feelings, appeared in a perfect little package.

Aspen Carter.

Fist to my chest, I rubbed at the building ache at being away from her, even if it was only a few feet. I stared at the small tent she and Aiden had disappeared into just minutes earlier. The desperate need to be in there with them was a band around my chest, making it harder and harder to take a full breath.

For the first time in forever, I didn’t want to be alone, didn’t want to fight all the shit in my mind without someone there holding me, comforting me through it. It was fucking embarrassing how deeply I needed something as small as a hug, a simple touch, anything from her to remind me she was there.