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I n a serious break from character, Anna made no moves to start cleaning things up after the mess they’d made. The mess she’d made him make. Cuddling with him for minutes, she stared at the incredible mess with wide eyes. Liam didn’t mind. Kissing the top of Anna’s head, he happily held the beautiful woman in his arms for as long as she liked.

“You… look like you could go again,” Anna noted, staring at his cock, which was only semi-flaccid at this point. “Or should we wait? I know men need breaks afterward.”

Liam’s heart, which had only just returned to a normal pace, suddenly lurched back into a sprint. He’d figured this would be a one-and-done situation, at least for the day. Even now, a part of him still saw Anna as prim and proper, not the kind of woman who looked at a cock covered in cum and then asked when the next round could begin.

“I’m pretty quick when it comes to recovering, so you could probably revive me without too much difficulty. If that’s what you want.”

Shifting, Anna turned her brilliant eyes up. “Is that what you want?”

With her perceptiveness, she could surely feel his heart’s thunderous answer, yet she awaited his verbal response all the same.

“I’d never say no to another round, not after how good you made me feel,” he said, which caused Anna to adorn a small smile. “Just ensure I have enough time for you. I want to spend some time with your breasts again.”

Blushing fiercely, Anna nodded. “There’s time for it. At least an hour or two.”

“I hope it’s two,” he whispered, kissing her as her hand began a second round of blissful activity.

He came twice when all was said and done, and Anna hit double digits. After making more of a mess of him with her soft, slick hand, they spent a decent amount of time cleaning him up. Left in a state where Anna needed to grab him some help for the cleanup, Liam stared at the ceiling while he waited. What was it about this apartment that earned him such luck? Ever since he’d first visited, his entire world had pivoted into a dreamland.

A certain redhead would claim that she was wholly responsible, and he supposed he’d be hard-pressed to deny it. Still, it almost felt supernatural, or at least fantastical, how far he’d come from that day he’d first sat down on this very couch.

And he still had much further to go. More he wanted to do, see, experience. Soon, Fiji. And then summer break. And then, and then, and then. How would this all look in a year? The hopefulness he felt within the deepest part of his soul, not laden with anxiety or worry, left him feeling giddy.

Anna soon returned, and they cleaned him up well enough for him to sit and stand. Once his mess was solved, he grabbed Anna by the hand and pulled her to her bedroom.

“Hey, Sammy,” he said, nodding at the grey sloth he’d purchased for Anna for Christmas. As he’d discovered, it was more of a sleep aid than anything else, though its results had been mixed. Stress kept Anna awake in bed for far longer than she would like. Stress about her situation. Stress caused by her father.

Determined to exhaust her thoroughly so she might fall asleep quickly once she returned to this bed tonight, Liam reintroduced his hands and mouth to Anna’s sensitive breasts. After her first gasping climax, with her permission, he sent a few wet fingers toward her sex. That sped things up, though he didn’t intend to rush anything. If they had an hour or two, he intended to use that time fully.

Nevertheless, under dual assault, Anna’s lusty cries grew in intensity and frequency, as did her euphoric writhing. Rushing her hands through his hair as he sucked on one of her pert nipples, she cried out his name, bucking her hips up as the pleasure rippling through her overcame all coherent thought.

Afterward, Liam allowed her to catch her breath, admiring the heat emanating from her body into his face.

“Again?” he asked.

“Please,” Anna croaked, face flushed.

Unlike Tess and Avril, Anna had a breaking point. A point where her body, not used to what was happening to it, reached overstimulation. Even with some tiny breaks allowing her to catch her breath, she finally gasped a request for relief, not further stimulation.

It then became his turn to care for her. First, he checked if she felt alright, then nodded once she explained that she simply needed to stop here. Nodding understandably, Liam spent the next few minutes cuddling with Anna, whispering about how wonderful the day had so far been. Eventually, once Anna revealed that her throat was particularly parched, they straightened their clothes and headed toward the kitchen.

It ended up lining up with Avril’s arrival fortuitously, as the two of them were in the process of hydrating after well over an hour spent in Anna’s bedroom when she finally arrived. Both their ears perked up when they heard someone unlock the front door, then open it. He and Anna shared a look.

Close. They’d been close to being discovered. Anna’s blush revealed that she was very aware of this fact. That Avril had nearly returned at a time when she would have heard muffled cries of pleasure coming from the other side of Anna’s door.

Close still meant safe, for the most part.

“I’ll go say hello, buy you another minute or two,” Liam whispered, kissing the corner of Anna’s mouth. He nodded toward the glass of water in her hand. “Finish that up.”

She nodded and let him go into the living room, where the woman who somehow mixed altruism and self-interest with effortless ease stood in all her ravishing beauty.

Among all the women he knew, even among the four gorgeous women who would soon be traveling to Fiji with him, the woman financing that trip wielded her sex appeal with the most ease. Victoria and Tess were hardly lacking in that department, and he knew his jaw would hit the sand when he saw them in their bikinis on the beach, but Avril Knight had to wear that crown. She was magnetic, and she pulled that off effortlessly, too. That was part of why he had to give her his vote, in fact.

Avril appeared perpetually ready for a photoshoot, risqué more often than not. The sexy redhead, a handful of years older than him, could simply exist and demand attention. She was tall and lovely, phenomenally curvaceous, shaped to enthrall anyone who laid eyes on her. It wasn’t fair. But when had Avril Knight ever been concerned with fairness?

On top of her eternal beauty, she exuded playful confidence as her default, to such degrees that it nearly qualified as an active pheromone. Indeed, she made him want to draw in close right now. Any curl of her lips stole hearts; any batting of her long eyelashes, behind which emeralds gleamed, could weaken knees. A simple stretch could still a hundred breaths, and earning her attention felt almost euphoric.

“Hey,” Avril said, giving him her attention, a curl of the lips, and batted eyelashes. “Where’s my roommate? You haven’t handcuffed her anywhere, have you?”

When it came to defense, there was none. So, Tess was right. The only way to survive Avril’s smoldering beauty was with offense. There was no other recourse outside of fleeing. And leaving Avril’s side was about the last thing he wanted to do.

“She’s in the kitchen, unrestrained,” he said, adding that last part when the curl of Avril’s lips increased. “I’m sure she’ll be right behind me.”

“Hmm, I’m sure,” Avril said, eyeing him. She couldn’t know just how much they’d done, yet her brilliant green gaze implied that she could ballpark what had happened while she was away. That was another part of her that disrupted his cool; it always felt like she knew more than she was letting on. He’d made the grave mistake of underestimating her intelligence in the past. It would never happen again.

“She will be,” he repeated, stepping closer to Avril. Close enough to see the faded freckles spackled across the bridge of her nose. Liam had an eventual plan to count them all. Probably with a kiss in between each tally.

Acting as though he meant to kiss her, he deviated at the final moment and picked up a box of chocolates from the nearby chair. “Happy Valentine’s Day,” he said, handing it to her.

“Someone’s feeling themselves,” Avril chortled, though she accepted his gift readily. After looking over it and noticing Anna’s box on the coffee table, Avril smirked. “Did you get a good discount for the three?”

“Four, actually,” Liam said, feeling like he’d found the high ground needed for an opening salvo.

“Four? Who—Victoria?”

“That’s right.”

Avril looked him up and down as if she saw an entirely different person in front of her. “So greedy.”

“Because I bought everyone gifts?”

“Because you want to feel Victoria’s big tits against you,” Avril retorted, prodding him in the ribs. “I bet you got a long hug for this gift, huh? Well, I won’t hold it against you. They’re impossible to resist.”

Liam blushed. Just like that, his high ground collapsed into a mudslide, depositing him into Avril’s sights. And as always, she showed no mercy.

“They’re even nicer when you hold them in your hands. So bouncy, so absorbent.”

Knowing that he needed to find some way to retreat, Liam glanced toward the kitchen, hoping that Anna would emerge from it, as an allied army did at the last possible moment in a movie. But she didn’t, and his hopeful look kept him from reacting in time to Avril’s next assault. The one that crushed him.

Shifting into him, tossing her box of chocolates back into the chair it’d come from, arms wrapping around his neck, Avril thrust her mouth against his. Liam fell back a step, but Avril stayed with him, pressing her big tits into his chest as her tongue swept into his mouth and robbed him of the capacity to think. This battle was hers. Knowing this, Liam clutched her shapely ass and changed his mind. He’d like Anna to stay away a little longer.

Fortunately, their kiss ended before a gasp could interrupt it. Eyes glimmering triumphantly, Avril released him, then swatted away his hands when he didn’t immediately do the same. Grinning, she tapped his lips with her forefinger.

“Prepare for far, far more of that when we get to our destination,” she whispered, only to raise her voice before he could reply. “If my roommate will come out here and say her goodbyes, so we can get going!”

That, finally, caused Anna to emerge from the kitchen. She seemed mostly recomposed, though who knew what Avril made of her as she joined them in the living room. Avril didn’t say, which was almost worse than her making a bold statement or two.

“Did he like your paella?” Avril asked.

Anna nodded. “Very much. Thank you for trying it earlier.”

“We’ve got leftovers aplenty, I bet.” Avril nodded at him. “Help us clear some of ‘em out tonight, alright?”

“Sure,” he said.

Avril nodded again, this time at Anna. “Okay, now give your boyfriend a lovey-dovey kiss before I steal him away for the next few hours.”

There it was. Anna blushed, though she also glared at her best friend for the remark. Naturally, Avril seemed unperturbed.

“Come on, I know you wanna. I know you want to, too,” Avril said, flicking Liam on the arm. “It’s gotta become natural, eventually. I’m not going to cover my eyes or leave the room every time you two want to lock lips. We’re all adults here, aren’t we?”

Neither of them replied, so Avril kept filling the silence.

“Have you two forgotten how to kiss? But I’m sure it was happening plenty while I was gone. Is it like when you say a word too many times in a row and start to feel like it’s not a real word anymore? Here, look.”

And then Avril grabbed him by the arm, pulled him forward, and propelled her lips toward him.

For his part, Liam froze, trapped in one of the few unpleasant memories he’d experienced in the past few months. The last time this had occurred, it had nearly spiraled into a disaster. The last time this had occurred, Tess had done the impossible, lecturing Avril into feeling apologetic. Her selfishness had inflicted pain upon Anna. In response, Avril had promised to do better, be a better friend.

So, what the hell was she doing?

Something about now was different. Deep down, Liam understood that. This wasn’t last time. Avril wasn’t the type of woman to act callous, not when it came to Anna. So, even as Liam’s eyes widened out of shock, he felt like there must be more to what was happening here. This wasn’t just a replay of events.

Starting with Avril’s destination. Acting as though she’d been planning to kiss him on the lips, the devious woman deviated at the last possible second. Her lips brushed against his, yet ultimately landed on his cheek, kissing it in an almost—for Avril—chaste manner.

That, of course, meant that they could both expect a devilish smile to take root when she pulled her mouth back. Only for her to shock them a second time. After releasing him and pulling back, Avril folded her arms, no smile to be found.

“See?” she said, looking at her best friend. Expectantly, anticipatorily. “Simple. Easy as that.”

In response, Anna pushed Avril. Not hard, not filled with fury, but with enough insistence to back her up a step. Glaring at her best friend for a moment more, Anna turned to Liam. Expectantly, anticipatorily.

Liam swallowed, staring into Anna’s stunning eyes. Behind her, Avril now took up that devilish smile. She gestured for him to hurry things up.

Mystified though he was, Liam went with the flow. Reuniting with Anna’s lips, he breathed her in. This kiss lasted far longer than he anticipated, with Anna unknowingly mimicking Avril when she wrapped her arms around his neck. A good ten to fifteen seconds passed before it finally ended, and Anna, arms still around his neck, threw a “there, are you happy?” glare at her best friend, who had shifted around them to get a better view of the action.

One corner of Avril’s mouth remained raised as she answered Anna’s stare with a nod. It didn’t seem to soothe Anna’s… annoyance? Liam wasn’t sure what was going on in her head. This was a far cry from how she’d acted the last time Avril had kissed him in front of her.

He supposed it was a good thing, all things considered. How couldn’t he see this as a good thing? Barring any unforeseen consequences, he’d just felt the lips of two of the most beautiful women alive back-to-back. It was like a dream, fantastical. Those same thoughts reemerged within his mind.

“Stop kissing him in front of me,” Anna said, tightening her stare.

Avril rubbed her arms, acting as if she’d been waiting out in the cold the entire time he’d been here. “It was just a peck on the cheek. Can’t I have one more before I’m thrust back into the cold? For warmth?”

“It’s not that cold out today,” Anna said, refusing to relent before Avril’s playful pouting.

“To me it is,” Avril grumbled.

With a roll of the eyes, Anna finally released him. Yet, Avril didn’t step into the vacant space. Was that meaningful? Anna wasn’t livid with Avril for kissing him in front of her, but Avril was willing to obey Anna and not kiss him again. Was that the new order of things?

Liam remained unbalanced by the whole situation. It had stopped being a secret that he was involved with both women long ago, though it was rarely addressed—and certainly not when they were all together. He’d expected that to be the way of things. Yeah, Avril was okay with being flirtatious and forward, but Anna wasn’t.

And yet, Anna’s glare was already fading. As if, outside of Avril being so cavalier about kissing him, she wasn’t all that upset. Which seemed to suggest that the women had reached some sort of understanding about displaying their affection in front of one another.

If that was the case, this change felt more like a colossal leap than a small step.

I guess it makes sense, he thought, only to correct himself a moment later. No, no, it didn’t. It still didn’t make sense. Instead, it was somewhat—and somewhat was doing a lot of heavy lifting in the phrase—understandable.

Anna and Avril lived together. They saw each other and presumably talked to one another every day. They were best friends, after all. Meanwhile, he was away most of the week, only getting a handful of hours with them at a time. There wasn’t any way for him to stay fully abreast of what happened in this apartment while he was a city over.

But man, I wish I’d been a fly on the wall for that chat. If it did happen.

It might have. It might not have. Was it Avril who’d broached the subject? How? And how had Anna first taken it? Liam felt himself beginning to spiral, consumed by curiosity.

“Ready to go, Liam?” Avril asked.

He started, snapping back to reality. Anna and Avril looked at him, and he realized that although he’d heard Avril’s question, he’d stayed silent for a few too many seconds following it.

“Uh, yeah, I’m ready. Where are we going?”

“Like I’d ever tell you that,” the beautiful redhead said, spinning about. “Now, come on.” As she departed, him in tow, she glanced toward Anna. “We’ll be back around six or seven. You can kiss him again then.”

But until then, he’s all mine, her smile seemed to imply.