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“Come, sweetheart,” Heath encouraged, ignoring how much the bite marks he left behind on her breasts created a fire in his gut. Ignoring the intense clenching of her core around his throbbing cock. Ignoring the fact Dayne’s knuckles had turned white while holding onto Cara and his willpower.

Heath didn’t need to feel the way Cara’s inner walls rippled around him when she came. Or the way sheexploded, soaking his cock. Her loud wail was enough evidence.

He drove up and into her once more, then waited for the waves of her orgasm to pass as well as the threat of his own. Once they subsided, he tossed the vibrator aside and began to fuck her again. Slower this time, for his own self-preservation.

“I have to move now,” Dayne warned.

They found a rhythm that worked and made it easier for all three. Heath pushed forward every time Dayne pulled back slightly. Dayne thrusted as deep as possible whenever Heath retreated enough to give him more room.

They worked like a well-oiled machine. A cohesive unit.

A team.

Lovers. Partners…

Was it becoming more?

Did he want more?

Did they?

Shit.

“I can’t hold out anymore,” Heath warned Dayne, who responded through clenched teeth, “You and me both.”

Cara wasn’t helping either of them when she insisted, “Fill me up. Both of you. Come inside me. Make me yours.”

Didn’t she know she was theirs already? That she belonged to them inside and out?

Heath would do anything to keep her happy and satisfied. To keep a smile on her face. To hear her tinkling laughter when he or Dayne said something funny, ridiculous, or even dumb.

He’d do anything to keep her coming back for more. To keep her returning to them. And only them. He was damn sure Dayne would agree.

The cocky player was gone. The dedicated lover had taken his place.

Cara wasn’t the only one in this equation that Heath didn’t want to lose.

What hedidlose was his load when, with a grunt, he filled her cunt at the same time Dayne filled her ass.

His hips continued to twitch as his balls emptied deep inside her.

They remained where they were and took a moment to recover, to catch their breaths, to think about what just happened.

The only woman Heath hadn’t worn a condom with previously was his ex. And as for his male partners…he hoped Dayne would be open to being the first.

To him, coming inside them was the same as claiming them, as marking both of them as his.

After he slipped from Cara, Heath urged Dayne, “Continue to hold her there.” He wanted to keep the cum inside her as long as possible.

When Dayne requested a towel so he could pull out and not leave a mess behind on the bed, Heath headed to the bathroom to get one. On his way back, he grabbed the inflatable wedge they sometimes used during sex. Once Dayne pulled free of Cara, they placed the triangular pillow under her hips, lifting them.

Heath leaned in closer and drew a finger through her folds to check out his handiwork, then he did the same where Dayne had made his deposit.

Cara lifted her head. “Are you inspecting me down there?”

Heath lifted his own. “Why not? Do you know how hot that is, not only knowing, but seeing our cum inside you?”

Now on his way to the bathroom to clean up, Dayne threw over his shoulder, “Wait until we both fill herpussy.”