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I stood staring at Cade, my mouth hanging open, hearing his words but not processing them. Behind him, in the kitchen, Caleb leaned against the doorway, watching and listening.

“So, what do you think, Al?” Cade prompted and my attention snapped back to him.

“I… I don’t think I know what you’re really asking me.” I stuttered pathetically.

But I knew. I knew exactly what Cade meant. I just didn’t know what my answer was. I’d always thought I’d have a normal relationship, eventually. With one man. Only one person who turned my head, only one person I shared my body with. I had never meant for any of this and there was no way I could choose between them.

I should choose Cade, of course. Not his brother. I had never meant to fall in love with Caleb. He had tricked me. He was almost the opposite of what Cade was, but he completed him. Without Caleb, I doubted Cade was the same. They needed each other as much as I did.

“He’s asking if you can love us both, kitten? He’s asking if you’ll let us share you?”

“I dunno that I can? What if I decide I like one of you over the other? What would we do then?”

“We work it out,” Cade offered. “Or you take a break from one of us for a while. But I’ll still not pressurise you to choose one over the other of us.”

Caleb straightened up from where he leaned, the floor creaking under his feet as he stalked towards us. His eyes were dark, the darkest green I’d ever seen on him, the hazel undertones consuming, strong, intense.

“Let us remind you why you should choose both of us, kitten.” He growled, a voice almost as dark as the look in his eyes.

Reaching out, he grabbed the fabric of my towel, pulling it from where I gripped it, ripping it loose, the movement spinning me entirely around, disorientated. And now I stood naked between them, Caleb in front of me, Cade behind. Caleb closed the last bit of space between us, pushing his hand roughly into my wet hair, forcing his mouth to mine, his tongue inside me. His fingers slid over my skin, shivers and heat sending contradicting messages to my brain. As contradicting as the thoughts racing through my head and the things these men were asking of me.

Caleb’s hand dipped lower, tracing over the side of my breast, feeling over my rib cage. When he reached the sensitive spot over my hips, my skin convulsed, sending millions of electrified pulses through my body, cascading over my skin and jolting between my legs. His tongue stroked at my mouth, his fingers stroked across the very top of my thigh, dipping towards my pussy.

“Open your legs, Al,” Cade’s voice purred from behind me.

I stepped wider, Caleb’s hand filling the spot eagerly, trailing over my mound and pushing between my folds.

His lips stopped on my mouth. “I love it when you’re wet for us, kitten.” He whispered against me, and then I felt him push a finger inside, a sudden heat filling me from the bottom up.

I moaned involuntarily, my body reacting to him instantly, and he pushed in another, stroking and twisting. The pressure built mercilessly slowly, heat prickling against every nerve ending. Behind me, the floorboards creaked. Caleb glanced away, nodding at someone other than me and pulling his fingers from me. I wanted to complain. A flutter of defiance in my stomach, but the fingers that stroked over the back of my legs distracted from the disappointment that had crept through me.

And then in front of me, Caleb dropped to his knees, hooking my leg up and pulling it over his shoulder. Now, my pussy was right there in front of him, and with Cade behind me, there was no way to back away.

“You alright if I eat our girl out, brother?” He asked, looking round me. “I’m fucking starving.”

“Go ahead, let me hold her still for you.” Cade’s words whispered against my back, every hair on my body prickling and the heaviest ache forming deep between my legs.

Cade’s fingers wound round my hair, grabbing a handful and twisting it sharply. Then he pulled hard, yanking my head backwards, tiny pricks of pain erupting inside of me. And now those hot, fiery electrified tingles cascaded up and down my skin, meeting in the middle and ricocheting.

Between my legs Caleb buried his face, swiping his tongue agonisingly slowly over my entrance, pausing for a second, before moving up to my clit, flicking the end of my nub with his tongue and making me shudder, reactively pulling away from him.

“Hold her still for me brother,” Caleb instructing, his words vibrating against me, sending me into another shuddering mess.

Cade tightened his grip on my hair, his other hand stroking up my side. I wriggled again as Caleb’s tongue swiped and dipped. The hand from behind tightened round my waist, holding onto me, leather cold and rough at my back. And now, at my neck, Cade’s lips kissed and plucked at my flesh, assaulting the skin at the side of my neck. He licked over my vein, stopping where my pulse bounded.

“I’m going to mark her for us, brother,” he whispered, the tickle of breath igniting the skin he’d just grazed over, my body shuddering, my hips pushing forwards into Caleb’s face.

Cade teased at my neck, teeth grazing, nip-kissing over the same spot, and then he covered it with his lips, sucking against me, my skin prickling and throbbing, and heating under his mouth. I think I whimpered, because between my legs Caleb growled, deep and hard, the guttural sound vibrating right into my pussy, where his tongue plunged.

My insides screamed, my blood reaching boiling point, pulsing and throbbing through every artery, retreating through bruised veins and pulsing out inside me again and again. And at my pussy, Caleb didn’t stop, his tongue dipping, his lips plucking, moving to my clit and sucking and licking ferociously. My hips moved as I tried to escape the pressure and push into it, my body not knowing whether it should run or use every bit of his mouth and tongue.

Caleb paused, his breath hot on my entrance, the air rushing to the spot freezing and tingling. “I want you to ride my face, kitten.” His lips moved against mine. “I want you to lose yourself on me. Understand?”

It was a command, not a request. I murmured something in response, but as soon as the vowels had mobilised from my mouth, Caleb’s lips started their torture once more. He covered my clit with his mouth, his fingers sinking inside of me, filling me, crooking at the very top and hitting me hard, deep, deep inside.

I shouted out, Cade’s hand dropping from my hair and feeling round in front of me to my nipples, swirling over hardened, tingling peaks.

“Oh. God,” I whimpered.

“Say his name, Al.” Cade murmured against my neck.

Caleb sucked against my clit, prompting me once more.

“Fuck! Caleb,” I hissed, gritting my teeth, fingers pumping and swirling inside, Caleb’s mouth and tongue swiping over me, and Cade’s fingers pinching and twisting at my nipples.

My hips moved back and forth, riding the fingers inside my pussy, Cade’s hand guiding my hips down onto Caleb’s face.

“Caleb,” my words were no longer a shout, just whispered gibberish, blood no longer getting to my brain.

Cade’s fingers tightened and Caleb’s pumped harder and harder, his tongue swirling around my clit, my body rocking into him, my mound hitting his face. Inside me heat swirled, pressure building. Then suddenly Caleb pulled his fingers out, replacing them with his mouth and tongue, and now I rode his face, my hips moving over him, unable to focus on his tongue or Cade’s fingers, everything becoming a blur, red and black swirling in front of my eyes.

I cried out some names, but I didn’t know whose they were. Garbled words, my brain unable to make the right sounds. And then my legs wobbled, my muscles twitching, exhausted, sated. Cade held onto me, my exhausted body struggling to stay upright, as Caleb forced the last bit of my orgasm out onto his tongue.

He stood, rising to meet my eyes, his face glistening. My vision still swirling with darkness. My legs wobbling and my body swaying.

“Hold her for me, Caleb.” Cade’s words seemed to be so far away, he moved behind me, a zip unzipping, a rustle of fabric, and a heavy clump as he kicked his bike leathers over to one side, his jacket and t-shirt landing quickly on top of the pile.

And now the skin against mine was warm and smooth. He pushed a leg between mine, kicking my feet apart, the back of his hand fumbling over my swollen pussy, everything extra sensitive from Caleb. The head of his cock brushed against me, Cade sliding the tip through the wetness that covered my pussy and my thighs. I shuddered, whimpering pathetically, the pull of tiredness now consumed by the embers in my stomach, burning, rebuilding.

Cade pushed forwards, forcing his cock into my swollen pussy, filling me much more than Caleb’s fingers, pushing engorged tissues out the way, just for him. I wobbled; my brain not able to comprehend what was happening. Exhaustion, intrusion, heat, and intangible pleasure. Caleb tilted my chin up, fixing his gaze on mine.

“I want to see you getting fucked by my brother, kitten. Open those eyes.”

I forced my eyelids open, Cade drawing in and out of me behind, Caleb holding me up for him, forcing my face to his. His thumb ran over my lip, smoothing at the skin. Cade pumped faster, grunting and gasping behind me.

“Fuck,” Cade’s voice rumbled into the air, mixing with the heavy breaths from our chests. “You’re going to make me come so hard, little Al. Fuck.”

His hips rocked into my arse as his hand snaked around to the front of me, tugging at my hip, pulling me onto him as he thrust hard from behind. On my lips Caleb trailed his fingers, pushing them into my mouth, hooking them inside me so now I was filled full of them both.

“Taste yourself, Alice. Taste how fucking delicious you are.”

And I sucked and licked at his fingers, moaning suddenly when Cade’s fingers swirled over my clit. He pumped harder now, his grunts growing louder, the movement pushing my mouth down onto Caleb’s fingers.

“Good girl, kitten,” Caleb coaxed. “Come for Cade. Come for us.”

I opened my mouth as the next spasm of helplessness erupted deep in my core, my pussy clenching around Cade, my legs wobbling like warm jelly. Caleb took his fingers from my mouth, slipping his arm undermine, holding me on my feet as Cade fucked hard from behind me. My gasps joined his grunts, a carnal orchestra of voices. And then my body shook, my brain shutting down, a thick blackness swarming, Caleb’s face fading to black. If my eyes were open, I couldn’t tell. I could only hear Cade’s low growl as he came inside me, the last shallow thrusts as he emptied into me. And then I fell forward, exhausted into Caleb’s arms.

“Bedtime, kitten.” Caleb’s voice was low in the darkness. “Your room or mine?” he asked Cade, who was just teasing his cock from my battered pussy.

“Mine’s closer.”

Caleb turned to me slightly, scooping an arm under my legs and lifting me off the floor. I melted into him, too tired to even let my eyes open yet. I hugged his neck, my body still pulsing from the orgasm fading away, floorboards creaking somewhere in the flat. And then he lowered me, the mattress soft and forgiving under my back, the bedclothes cool against the heat burning up off my skin. I squinted as the bed dipped on one side, Cade sliding his naked body in with me, clean sheets, aftershave and the musky, warm scent of sex swirling around my tired brain.

Caleb rustled behind me, as Cade tugged my body to his chest, and I lay my cheek down onto his skin. The covers lifted, a chilly draught and then the warm touch of skin at my back.

“So, then,” Caleb’s words tickled my ear. “Who’re you gonna choose?”

“You know I can’t,” I whispered, so, so tired. “You two play dirty.”

“Oh, you wanna see dirty, Al,” Cade grumbled from in front, his fingertips stroking over the back of my hand, where it draped listlessly over his stomach. “We can show you dirty, babe.”