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A million thoughts race through my head as we barrel through the door of Mitch’s bedroom. Mitch’s excitement is contagious and electrifying as he follows us into the room and slams the door shut behind him.

I’ve been in this room many times before, but the sight of Mitch’s neatly made bed waiting for us to make a mess of it fills me with excitement. I bite my bottom lip and allow Mitch’s excitement to take over my body and become my own.

“You’re not fucking with me, right?” Mitch asks cautiously.

“Well, I mean, that’s kind of the plan,” Ian says, dropping me gently to my feet, my skirt riding up, flashing Mitch my ass.

I can tell Ian is nervous, too, but he hides it well behind that ever-present smile of his, which I’ve learned tonight is just a mask. It's much like my own but at opposite ends of the spectrum. I push people away, and he clings onto them for dear life. Mitch creates a perfect bridge between our conflicting personalities—a perfect harmony of hearts and hunger.

"What made you change your mind?” Mitch asks, walking up to me slowly.

I tear my eyes from the bed before speaking, “We had a little chat.”

Mitch eyes every inch of my face, studying me for any sign of hesitation. “And you're sure?”

The concern in his eyes sets my skin ablaze.

“Ian was very…persuasive,” I say, a blush creeping over my cheeks.

Mitch’s eyes dart up behind me before he reaches his hand out and grabs Ian’s shirt, pulling him close and closing the distance between their lips over my shoulder.

I let out an audible gasp at the sight of their tongues twisting together with a front-row view.

Not thirty minutes ago, watching them devour each other like this would have ruined me. But watching them now sets my soul on fire with a want I can’t quite explain. I watch in awe as their lips collide, and I realize I’m no longer feeling nervous about what’s to come but excruciatingly turned on.

Mitch steps back, spins me around to face Ian, and commands, “Prove it. Prove this is what you want.”

I lick my lips in anticipation of Ian taking them, but he doesn’t. His eyes linger on Mitch, then on me, as he takes a deep breath and sinks his hands into the pockets of his faded jeans.

A moment of panic passes by in a blur, and I desperately remind myself they want me here; this isn’t some elaborate prank or attempt at degradation. These men surrounding me are not the ghosts from my past here to haunt me. I take a deep breath, and the realization hits me that Mitch wasn’t commanding Ian…the command is meant for me.

In the parking lot, Ian gave me a suspicion that they had talked about me plenty. I’m the only one here with anything to prove about wanting to do this.

I step closer to Ian, who stands tall with a cocky-ass smile on his handsome face. His five o’clock shadow is more pronounced in the dim light of Mitch’s bedroom. I place my hands on his biceps, pop up on my tippy toes, and hover my lips so close to his that our noses brush against each other. He breathes me in, and I linger as butterflies take flight in my stomach. Before my mind can wander into unwanted territories of doubt and self-depreciation, I close the distance and kiss him.

I’m kissing Ian Summers. It’s a small kiss. Not the kind of kiss you would expect from someone about to be fucked by two best friends, but it’s the best my nerves will allow at the moment.

I pull away to calm my shaky legs, but as soon as our eyes meet, the fire I saw in Mitch’s eyes ignites in Ian's, and his hand wraps around the back of my neck, pulling me into him. His lips crash into mine with a hunger that was missing from his advances in the parking lot.

The Ian that existed outside is nowhere to be found in this man full of lips, teeth, tongue, and hands. Oh God, his hands. One moment, they’re running up my side, and the next, they're up my shirt, cupping my breasts through my beer-soaked bra, on my throat squeezing ever so gently, gripping fists of my hair, tugging me closer as if that were even possible.

I whimper under the demand of his touch, a furious hunger building in my belly. My already wet panties aren’t going to be able to contain my arousal much longer.

“Fuck,” Mitch growls from behind me as he watches Ian consume me whole.

I arch my back into Ian, greedy for his touch, but he gently breaks the kiss, leaving me breathless.

He places his forehead on mine, and I take the opportunity to breathe him in. His shaky breaths. His trembling hands. A hardness pressing against my belly.

“How long have you wanted to do that?” Mitch asks, a sense of awe in his tone.

“Six months and four days,” Ian replies, breathlessly. “The first moment I laid eyes on you,” he confirms for me. He’s not smiling, though. The look on his face is almost painful.

They say that before you die, your entire life flashes before your eyes. The way Ian is looking at me makes every shitty moment I’ve put him through, for no reason other than my own shitty attitude, play out in front of me.

“I’m sorry,” I say softly.

“For what?” Ian asks, brushing my hair behind my shoulders.

“Being a bitch,” I say, unable to find anything more eloquent to say.

“Stop being so fucking nice to me,” Ian says with a hint of a smile. “It’s creeping me out.”

“Be careful what you wish for.” I lean forward and dart my tongue out, quickly licking his bottom lip before pulling it between my teeth. I bite down with just enough pressure to cause a growl to hum from deep within his chest.

“Holy shit! This is really happening?” Mitch says, bouncing up and down on the balls of his feet. His eyes dart between us as if we’re going to explode.

“Roxy and I were talking,” Ian starts, his hands resting on my shoulders, massaging them gently, “and it turns out a large part of why she was so against this at first was because she thought there may be some unfriendly competition between us for your dick.”

Mitch’s eyes lose focus as he works hard to connect the dots.

“Oh fuck!” he says, the excitement draining from his face. His eyes go wide as realization hits him hard. “Because of your dad’s...”

“It’s just, you both have so much history and—” I begin to explain, immediately jumping on the defensive, but Mitch places his hand over my mouth before I can finish, pressing me backward against Ian’s chest.

“Don’t think for one second that I would have chosen Ian over you.” A gush of air fills Ian’s lungs behind me, but he doesn’t say a word. “Or that I would have chosen you over Ian,” he adds, shooting Ian a reassuring nod.

I narrow my eyes in confusion.

“It was going to be both of you or neither of you,” Mitch finally confesses. “Do you understand, now?”

I nod under his hand as the painful edge of his voice hits me in the gut. He drops his hand, freeing me to speak, but I’m utterly speechless.

“I love you both with the entirety of my soul and if you think I’m letting either of you go, you haven’t been paying attention,” Mitch says seriously. “I wasn’t kidding when I said I would be insufferable about this. I will throw the world’s largest fucking temper tantrum to get what I want from the two of you.”

“So what you’re saying is that I made it entirely too easy for you?” I tease, a smirk playing on my lips as I run my hands up Mitch’s chest, feeling the contours of his muscles beneath his shirt. “Maybe I should hold out for a while longer. I kind of want to see this temper tantrum you’re threatening,” I say, grinning wickedly. I can’t help but push him. The thought of Mitch losing his shit over us is too enticing to resist.

Happily taking the bait, Mitch growls low in his throat, “Suit yourself, sweetheart, but I should warn you that you’re not leaving this room until cum is buried in every hole of this perfect little body.”

“Sounds kinky,” I tease as I arch my back, pressing my ass against Ian’s growing erection.

“You’re such a fucking brat,” Ian groans. A small laugh escapes his lips as he wraps his arms around me, grinding his erection against my ass and pulling me against his chest.

His lips and teeth find my neck with ease, and he bites down gently on my tender flesh. I let out a soft whimper, allowing my head to fall back against his shoulder to provide him better access.

“Good boy,” Mitch praises Ian. “Mark your territory. Show her who she fucking belongs to now,” Mitch commands, his voice raw with desire.

Ian’s teeth sink into the sensitive spot where my neck meets my shoulder, biting down hard enough to cause a gasped moan to escape my throat as pleasure and pain branch out from my neck and overcome my senses.

Mitch steps closer, his hands reaching for my breasts, cupping them through the flimsy fabric of my shirt.

“I know what you like. You both know what I like.” Mitch’s voice is thick with lust, his hands squeezing my tits roughly, and my breath hitches under his grip. “The two of you need to learn each other this time.”

This time.

My heart lurches at the thought of this being our new arrangement.

I take a deep breath to force myself to calm down, but my thoughts race for control of my emotions. Would there even be a next time? After this, would they even want me anymore? What if Mitch realizes that this isn’t what he wants, that I’m not what he wants? What if Ian discovers that this isn’t anything more than wanting to hate fuck the angry chick at work?

What if I’m a phase they need to get out of their system?

You like to be used, bent over, and fucked within an inch of your sanity, then discarded…

Ian’s words play back like a warning. Even if it’s not their intention to use me, what if that’s what it comes down to? What if I’m the awakening they need to accept that they are meant to be together?

What if? What if? What if? God, I wish I could turn my brain off.

Mitch must sense the shift in my mind, his hand tipping my chin up to pull my focus on him as Ian licks at the bite marks he peppered down my neck.

“Spill it,” he says, apprehensive but supportive.

I tear my eyes from his, unwilling to watch the realization of my fears manifest in them. “What if…”

Mitch’s hand returns to my mouth, rougher than the last, gripping my cheeks and pulling me towards him. I moan as his fingers dig into my cheeks.

“We’re not doing this, Roxy,” Mitch growls, shaking his head. “Not today. Not ever. You need to get out of your head. There is no ‘what if’. You’re here because we want you. You belong to us now. No more self-doubt. No more second-guessing. No more what-ifs. Roxy, let yourself go. For the love of God, let yourself just fucking exist in your own skin, for us if not for you.”

I let out a breath of air as he slides his hand from my mouth to my cheek, feeling the weight of his words settle on my shoulders like a comfort blanket, nestling around me and making me feel like I finally found home. Maybe this is precisely what I’ve been so desperately searching for all these years. Not one, but two hearts to push me to explore the depths of my boundaries, who can see the real me under layers of self-deprecation and a mountain of self-doubt.

“Let us take care of you,” Ian says softly in my ear.

I suck in my bottom lip and nod my head.

Mitch spins me around to Ian, who claims my lips with his own. His tongue slides over Mitch’s finger that rests on my chin before invading my mouth. Our kiss barely breaks when Mitch forces me to face him, and he takes his turn to claim my mouth.

He steps back and licks his lips. His eyes are heavy as he looks me over, then looks to Ian. “I can’t believe I get to have both of you,” Mitch says with awe but quickly gets into the fine details of our filthy adventure. “My boundaries are the same as usual. I own you motherfuckers, and you tolerate me,” Mitch says with a smug smile.

A thought blossoms in my mind as I focus my attention on Mitch, tilting my chin high in an act of defiance. It is an act, after all. There isn’t a defiant bone in my body when it comes to him, but if we’re going to do this, I want to make sure these guys fuck me up well and proper. Tonight, Roxy gets what she wants too, and what I want is for this himbo motherfucker to turn on the sadist that I know lives within him and, in tandem with his best friend, fucks me senseless.

What better way to get the night started than to be a complete fucking brat? I can sense the suggestion of a smile quivering on the edges of Mitch’s lips, but he manages to keep it at bay. I can practically see the spark of electricity running through him.

“Really?” Mitch says, gripping my hair tightly with his free hand and pulling my head back. “You want to play it like that, huh?” He growls.

I bite my bottom lip in reply, my nerves too pent up to speak.

“You’re too fucking good to me. You know that.” Mitch tightens his grip on my hair and, without breaking eye contact with me, uses his free hand to reach out for Ian. “What do you say, buddy? You want to help me put this brat in her place?”

Mitch’s words strike me like a bolt of lightning, shooting electricity through me straight to my pussy. A shiver races down my spine, and my desire intensifies, with their eyes swallowing me up.

“Fuck, yes,” Ian groans.