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Bridget and Mark both stilled as Matt’s fingers advanced on her pussy. They barely took a breath when Matt ran a single finger along the slit between her legs. Then Bridget gasped, her hips thrusting slightly, seeking more.

Matt looked at their girl and winked. “She’s soaking wet, Mark.”

Mark chuckled. “I trust you know what you’re doing down there.”

His brother’s gaze drifted to Mark’s face rather than Bridget’s. Mark had never seen such pure, genuine happiness there. Then he realized he felt the same way.

“Tell you what, bro. You let me worry about the below the waist regions. By the way, are you going to sit there all night or were you planning on hopping in?”

Bridget giggled at Matt’s joke. “I love being with you two. I’m sure there’s something wrong with that, but I’ll be damned if I can make myself care.”

Matt winked at her. “There’s nothing wrong with this.”

Matt touched her once more, his finger stroking her clit until Bridget was writhing uncontrollably in Mark’s lap. Her ass continued to brush against his cock until Mark thought he’d lose it right then and there.

“Please,” she pleaded.

“Please what?” Matt asked. “Please this?” He thrust two fingers into Bridget’s pussy. Her head reared back roughly against Mark’s shoulder.

Unable to watch and not be a part any longer, Mark shifted slightly to one side. Twisting Bridget’s face just enough that Matt could continue his ministrations, Mark gripped her hair and claimed her lips. She didn’t resist, didn’t try to pull away. Her breathing was heavy as Matt continued to fuck her with his fingers.

Mark thrust his tongue into her mouth, relishing the spicy combination of curry and red wine on her lips. She was delicious.

Retaining his grip on her hair with one hand, his other drifted down to explore the one place neither he nor Matt had reached yet. He cupped one of her firm, full breasts. Bridget gasped and tried to break the kiss, searching for air. Mark couldn’t let her go. He pulled her lips back to his, pushing his tongue into the wet, warm cavern.

Bridget responded instantly, returning his kiss. Her trembling body and soft groans told him she was enjoying the interlude. Twice, she gasped. Mark was tempted to peek at what his brother was doing that she liked so much, but he couldn’t force himself to release her lips to do so.

After several moments of touching, kissing and groaning, Bridget pulled away.

“God,” she cried. “I can’t take much more. I think, I can’t, I’m going to?—”

Each unfinished thought was interrupted by a gasp or a shiver. Neither Mark nor Matt needed to be told what was going on.

Matt continued to thrust his fingers inside her. “I want to see you come, Bridget. I want to feel it on my fingers.”

Bridget reached down, her fingers digging into Mark’s thighs. “I think that’s inevitable.”

Mark shifted, so she was completely reclined against his chest once more. He gathered her close, taking her breasts in both hands, cupping them, squeezing and teasing her tight nipples.

Matt pulled his fingers out for a moment. “Think you can take three?” He didn’t wait for an answer; rather, he upped the ante and resumed the play.

Bridget bucked hard and Mark tightened his grip. She was likely to squirm herself right off the couch.

“Oh my God,” she said loudly. Mark grinned. The three of them were wearing more clothes than they’d shed and it was still the hottest sexual encounter of his life.

“Can’t. Stop.” Bridget’s hips moved faster, trying to claim more of Matt’s fingers. His brother increased the pace, the power.

“So. Good.” The words seemed pulled from her chest and then she went stiff, her body reverberating as if struck. Her fingers tightened against his thighs and Mark knew he’d wear her bruises there tomorrow.

Matt slowed his motions as Bridget’s orgasm hovered. Time seemed to stand still for a split second—all of them frozen in this amazing place. It was just long enough for Mark to understand the importance of what was happening. He’d turned a corner, found a new path, and there was no way in hell he was going back now.

Then all the air seeped out of Bridget’s body. She was replete, spent, sated.

Matt pulled his fingers away as Bridget lay lifeless against Mark.

“I think she fell asleep,” Matt whispered.

Mark twisted his head enough that he could see Bridget’s face. Sure enough, her eyes were closed.