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AURORA
This has to be a dream.
Ethan smells of brisk winter air and raw masculinity. I thread my fingers through his thick waves. He’s had it cut. It’s shorter on the sides and tamer on top. I trace his strong jawline, finding scratchy stubble.
His lips stretch into a smile over mine. “You checking me out, baby?”
“I liked the beard.”
He flicks his thumb over my hard nipple. “It’ll grow back.”
Jax places open-mouthed kisses along my neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin, and a shiver runs down my spine.
Ethan’s rough palm traces my curves and moves between my legs. His fingers glide through my slit. “Always so fucking wet.”
“You’re welcome,” Jackson replies, a smile in his voice.
“At least you do something right,” Ethan returns, quick with his comeback.
Jax's response is a silent chuckle and a bite to my shoulder.
There’s nothing but kissing, rubbing, soft moans, and heavy breaths after that. Ethan alternates between circling my clit and fingering me while Jax cups my breasts and pinches my nipples.
The thought of taking them both has desire stirring low in my belly.
I trail my hand over Ethan’s defined chest and abs to stroke his thick cock over his boxers. “Take these off,” I whisper and push back against Jackson’s erection. “Both of you.”
Jax doesn’t hesitate and strips without another word.
Ethan does the same, asking, “You want both of us?”
My answer is immediate. “Always.”
“You tell me anytime if you need to stop, okay?”
I nod, and his hand moves to my throat, bringing me in for a hard kiss, our tongues entwining.
He pulls away and slaps my ass. “Be a good girl and face Jax for me.”
I remove my shirt and flip onto my other side. Jackson grabs my chin and kisses me desperately, as if he’s been waiting all night. I encircle his neck and tangle my fingers in his hair.
He raises my leg high on his waist, and in a single, smooth motion, he thrusts into me with a husky, “Fuck.”
The bed dips, Ethan moves behind me, and then a slick finger penetrates my ass.
Jax never stops fucking me, teasing me, kissing me, the pleasure mounting as Ethan stretches me, preparing me to take him. One finger becomes two becomes three, and with Jackson sliding in and out of me and circling my clit, my orgasm climbs faster than ever.
I dig my nails into the hard muscle of Ethan’s hip. “If you keep doing that, I’m going to come.”
Fingers are replaced with the cold, wet tip of his cock, and I freeze.
“Just relax, baby.” He clutches my throat and slowly presses into me. “I got you.”
The head breaks through the tight ring, and I suck in a sharp gasp, clenching around Jax.
He releases a throaty groan. “Goddamn. You’re crushing me.”