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I deepened the kiss, and he released a low moan. I took the opportunity to place my tongue in his mouth, tangling it with his. His hands moved to my ass, cupping it, and I instinctively rocked against him. Licks of pleasure burned my veins, setting me aflame. I could feel him growing hard, his cock pressing against my stomach and twitching beneath his sleep shorts.
A throat cleared behind me, and Declan and I pulled apart. His cheeks were colored, and I knew mine were as well, but not for the reasons he may have been thinking.
I was...turned on at the thought of Fallon watching us kiss. Watching me gyrate my hips against Declan’s leg subconsciously. Hearing my moans, my pleas, my need for my men.
Feeling wanton and needy, desperate, I turned on the bed and pressed my lips to Fallon’s. He didn’t seem to care that I was just kissing Declan, his brother. He didn’t seem to care that I had kissed all the members of his team.
No, Fallon grabbed the back of my head, fingers tangling in my hair, and kissed me like I was his and his alone. Those lips of his dominated me, seared me. They were rough and brutal, everything I expected from our team leader. There was no denying the possessiveness of his kiss, his hands, his legs tangling with my own.
I washis.
His hands kneaded my breasts, and I was practically trembling beneath his ministrations.
Another pair of lips moved to my neck, and I mewled at the dual sensations.
“You like that?” Fallon whispered hotly against my lips. He pulled back so he could stare into my eyes. Gauge my reaction.
All I could do was nod with a helpless whimper. I had been without Declan and Fallon for far too long. I needed him, needed them, in a way that left me trembling.
“I need you.” I turned so I could face Declan. He was sitting up on the bed, his shirt off and the sculpted planes of his chest on display. His breathing was heavy, chest rising and falling as his eyes desperately took me in. “I need both of you. I love you both so much.” My voice cracked with emotion, with the rawness of my feelings.
Declan’s eyes darkened at my admission, and before I realized what was happening, he had me pressed down on the bed, his lean body covering mine.
He kissed me harshly, enthusiastically, as one hand grabbed both my wrists and held them over my head.
When he pulled away, both of our faces were flushed red and our lips were swollen. Declan closed his eyes, lashes fluttering over his high cheekbones, before he reopened them and stared down at me with something akin to determination.
“I love you.” His voice was raspy, but there was no denying the words. The words he had spoken aloud. For me. Only me.
Tears branded my vision, but I ignored them, freeing my hands from his and pulling him back to me. He came willingly, eagerly, his body fitting perfectly against mine.
No more words needed to be spoken as I used the heels of my feet to take off his shorts. My mouth watered when I realized he had gone commando beneath the loose fitting basketball shorts.
I wanted to memorize him. See every curve and dip of his delectable body. Feel him. Taste him. Kiss the scars on his chest.
Before I could do anything, Declan ripped my shirt straight down the middle. He made a move to do the same thing to my bra, but I put a restraining hand on his bicep.
“Bras are fucking expensive,” I told him, arching my back so I could reach behind me and unhook the lacy white fabric.
“It’s the apocalypse, sweetheart,” Fallon said gruffly, but there was no denying the amusement in his voice. “You don’t have to pay for bras anymore.” He leaned closer so his teeth caught on my earlobe. Nibbling once, he added, “I’ll steal you every fucking bra in the world.”
Awww. If that wasn’t the most romantic thing I had ever heard.
Slipping the straps off my shoulders, I raised my hips so Declan could pull off my shorts and panties. Soon, I was bare to them.
I was sure they had seen dozens of other girls before, but they both looked at me as if I was the only girl in the world. As if I didn’t have scars, some of them still hideously raised and a dark red color, marring my stomach. As if I was loved and treasured and the only thing they needed in life.
“Do either of you have…?” I trailed off, cheeks pinking. I’d had sex before, but never with someone I truly cared about. Never with someone I loved. While I wanted to feel them inside me, skin to skin, I knew we weren’t ready to bring a child into this world.
Not yet.
Fallon chuckled and reached into the bedside table drawer, grabbing out a condom.
Something like jealousy pierced me.
“How many girls do you bring up here?” The jealous remark escaped before I could stop it.
Fallon surprised me by laughing.
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