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AMELIA

I can’t remember the last time I felt so well rested since having Lyla. It’s been barely four days since I moved in with Dane, Tripp, and Richie, and things have been more than eventful. I have an interview next week, at a boutique on main street, and I’m hoping it pans out. It’s only part-time, but at this rate, I’ll take anything as long as it’s close and it pays enough for me to have my own place.

Though the more time I spend with the boys, the more I have to admit that I like having them around.

The other night, Richard and I connected in a way I didn’t think was possible with anyone, let alone him. His honesty was more than just endearing. Listening to him talk about his divorce, his understanding of that loneliness, that strange transition between what you knew and the unknown…

I had never felt like someone understood me so well, especially someone who barely knows me. But I felt that. I felt his honesty and his understanding, and in return we crossed some unknown line. He opened his heart to me, and I did the same.

It felt right.

And I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t still thinking about the sex we had.

It’s a bit confusing, but I can’t deny I liked it. Hearing him talk like that. I didn’t think I’d be into it, but I was willing to try because he made me feel like it was okay to try. But good lord…

I don’t know much about kinks, but I wouldn’t mind doing that again…

But I also know it’s not entirely the kink that’s confusing. It’s the fact that while I feel safe knowing Richard can’t actually give me another baby…that doesn’t mean Dane can’t. Which brings up a whole litany of questions and thought trails I’m not sure I want to go down yet.

I hadn’t planned on having Lyla, and while I don’t regret having her, our situation isn’t ideal. I’m not opposed to the idea of having another baby—when my life is a little less chaotic—but do I want to have another baby with my ex’s brother?

The fact that I can’t say no is…startling. Dangerous.

For so many reasons.

Dane hasn’t brought up what happened, and I’m thankful. He also hasn’t tried to seduce me or anything, and he’s been more than respectable in front of his brothers.

Tripp doesn’t seem to care who’s in the room. He kisses me like no one’s watching, even though Richie and Dane are always around when he does.

I revel in the silence of afternoon nap time. Since practice is in the afternoon, most of my mornings and early afternoon are spent playing with and caring for Lyla. Richie goes to the gym, works on the car. Dane is more of a homebody. He’s always around doing something. Reading. Cleaning. Cooking. And he spends almost as much time with Lyla as me. Watching him with her settles something inside of me.

He’s patient. Kind. Loving.

Would it be so bad if somehow…

No. Do not think like that, Amelia! You can not handle another baby right now. You can barely handle yourself and the one you have.

I let out a sigh as the water rushes down my skin. The warmth is welcome and I take my time, knowing these little moments are precious. Soon enough, Lyla will wake up and it will be nonstop until she’s fed and put to bed.

I’m so lost in my thoughts, I barely hear the door open.

“Fresh towels,” Dane announces. “Straight from the dryer.”

I can’t help but smile, taking in the sight of him through the frosted glass of the bathroom shower. Thankfully, the boys haven’t made a fuss over my taking over the main bathroom.

I catch his gaze as he looks at me, then looks away just as fast. Something tells me he’s still ruminating over what happened. He hasn’t touched me since. He’s kissed me, a few times, but it’s like he’s afraid to do much more.

I don’t know how much more of this I can take, so I decide to make a move. He’s either going to run or he’s going to settle.

“Come here, Dane,” I say softly.

“What’s up?” he asks as he approaches the shower door. I don’t miss the way his gaze roves over me through the glass.

It’s now or never, Amelia.

“I could use your help,” I say. “Getting those hard to reach spots.”

He chews his lip, the glass refracting his image like a Picasso painting. Splitting him into shards of contemplation. For a moment, I think he’s going to walk away. Ignore my plea.

But he doesn’t.

“Are you sure?” he asks, his voice soft.

“I’m sure,” I say. “I promise I won’t bite.”

That gets a little chuckle out of him. I see him remove his shirt through the glass, and I watch with anticipation. The ripples of his image surround me as he undresses himself, slowly. When he opens the shower door, I have to suck in a breath.

Not because he’s hot as hell naked—which he is—but because the way he looks at me makes my entire body heat with desire.

Dane Rose looks at me like I’m some divine goddess, some dream come to life.

It’s more than endearing—it’s also immensely empowering. I want to be the woman Dane Rose sees when he looks at me. Because underneath his sweet gaze, I feel like an awkward bird. Drenched as the water pours down on me, eyes wide and chest heaving.

He takes two steps toward me, his voice husky. “What exactly do you need help with, Mia?” he asks. The water splashes off of him, some droplets hanging on to his dark hair. He gazes down at me.

“Um…” I blink, trying to remember how to speak. “You can start with this,” I say, casually grabbing the bottle of shampoo. He smirks at me as he takes it, popping it open. The overpowering orange and clove scent fills the space.

“Alright, turn around,” he says, his voice commanding and smooth. I don’t think twice about obeying him. I turn, giving him my back, and a moment later, I feel his hands massaging my scalp. My eyes fall shut and I let out a moan. “Feels good, I take it?” he asks with humor.

“Mhmm,” I purr.

His fingers massage and lather the shampoo in my hair in a rhythmic fashion, the edges of his fingertips brushing against the skin of my neck. He pulls lightly, making my head tilt back. I can’t help but look up at him from this angle.

“Rinse,” he says with a half smile. The water rushes down my hair, down my spine. He grabs the shower gel as I rinse through my hair, lathering it up between his hands. His touch is soft as he trails his soapy hands over my collarbone, down my shoulders. Across my breasts. He moves with precision, his fingertips teasing every inch of me. They massage my breasts, trace lines over my hips.

I stop for a moment when he reaches my hips and stomach, when his fingers brush over my stomach. They rest there for a moment, and all I can feel is the steady rise and fall of his chest behind me.

His lips find my neck and he gently kisses me. “I’m sorry,” he says softly.

And suddenly, all my concerns fade away. Because the way he says the words feels so undeniably raw. I get the feeling Dane has said them many times, to many people. Which saddens me.

“I should have?—”

“No, we both are at fault, Dane,” I tell him. His hands still rest on my stomach and he pulls me tight against him. I feel his hardness and chuckle. “You’re not all that easy to resist, you know,” I tease him.

He lets out a surprised, soft laugh. “I’ll take that as a compliment,” he says.

“I’m on the pill,” I blurt out. “But…I haven’t been able to get the prescription transferred over yet.” The air leaves my lungs in a whoosh. “You know, since I moved back.”

His steady breath against me is like a warm fire. Combined with the hot water, his touch, his hardness…

I have to remember to breathe.

He holds me tight. “If you need help getting everything set up?—”

I close my eyes and let out a breath. Dane Rose deserves the biggest gold star there is. Always wanting to help. Always wanting to give me what I need.

“I can do it, I just…needed you to know I wasn’t trying to trap you or?—”

He turns me around, forcing me to look at him. “I would never think you’re trying to trap me,” he says. “Amelia, I’m not going to stand here and tell you I regret what we did, because you know I don’t. And I don’t think you do either.”

The look on his face is one I know well. Hope.

“Dane…”

“So I’m going to say this once, and that’s going to be it, okay?”

I tense. “Okay…”

“I want what you want, Amelia. I’m here to support you. ” He leans forward, the water clinging to his eyelashes, his dark hair. He gazes down at me. “If you don’t want to have sex, we won’t. If you want to wait until you’re back on the pill, that’s fine. I can wait. But if it would happen…” His gaze is steady, warm. “I promise, Amelia, I would not desert you.” He kisses my cheek softly, his lips just below my ear. The touch sends a shiver down my spine.

“Or our baby.”

His words settle on me like a warm blanket, and I feel them in my soul.

I know he wouldn’t. I know Dane would do everything he could to make me feel safe. Loved. And maybe that’s why I break.

Because knowing Dane has my back, no matter what happens, truly knowing that…

How could I resist a man who bares his soul like that? Who wants to put me first like that?

“Okay,” I say, my voice clear and steady.

“Okay?” I nod. He gives me a smile. “You’re driving the puck on this one, Amelia. But I promise I’ll help you hit the goal, no matter what it is, okay?”

I pull him to my lips, kissing him with a softness that soon transforms into something so much more.

Dane kisses me with passion. It’s deep, unsettling as it is exciting and overwhelming.

He kisses me like I am the air he breathes, and I’m not sure any woman could resist that.

My hands trail over his skin, feeling every muscle and every dip and curve. I commit the labyrinth of his body to memory. It’s a maze I don’t think I’ll tire of. When my hands find his cock, he breaks away with a grin.

“You said I’m driving, right?” I ask, slipping my thumb over his slit.

He nods, fire in his eyes. “Whatever you want, Amelia. I’m yours.” His words are solid, unwavering. “Take whatever you want.” His lips find mine and that passion ignites me. “Whenever you want. I won’t stop you.”

He wraps the ends of my hair around his wrists and pulls. It hurts, but not in a bad way. It forces me to look up. Directly into his deep, dark eyes.

And suddenly all the apprehension I held before disappears. Because when I look at Dane Rose, I can’t help but feel like to him, I am his world.

How could a woman resist that?

I slowly build my rhythm, holding his gaze with mine. I don’t miss the shudder in his body, the heat in his eyes, or the shaky moan that escapes him.

And I realize he is completely at my mercy. It’s strange, because I’ve never really thought of myself a dominant person. I’ve never felt like the kind of woman who takes charge in the bedroom. Who asks for things. Who takes things.

But seeing Dane shudder, seeing his obvious desire for me and knowing how badly he wants to please me, it’s…

Well, it’s something, that’s for sure.

So I don’t think too much about what it is I want. I just let go, like Richie told me to.

I embrace what I want, and I want Dane. I want to watch him come undone. I fall to my knees easily, the water rushing around us. Dane looks down at me, his eyes heavy-lidded, mouth parted, chest heaving. His cock twitches in my hand, heavy and thick. I gaze up at him wordlessly before stroking him again, tearing my gaze away to appreciate the sight of him.

I swallow my nerves, hoping to God I don’t embarrass myself. I’ve never gone down on a guy this big before and I am a little nervous, but…

Oh, well.

I squeeze him just the slightest as I lean forward and lick his head. He hisses, sucking in a breath, and his body tenses. “Fuck, Amelia…”

I can’t help but grin as I watch him. He’s so responsive to me it’s insane. I’ve never had a man in my bed so eager before.

Dex knew he was good in bed. He was cocky as hell about it too. And while the sex wasn’t bad at all, he never shuddered at my touch. Never had to hold back.

Dexter Rose took the reins because it’s who he was.

But the man in front of me—who may look an awful lot like him—needs me to take the reins. And I’ve never felt as empowered as I do right now, knowing this delectable man is at my mercy.

I giggle as I stroke him again, slowly. Getting used to the feel of his smooth rigidity in my hand. “You’re not even in my mouth yet, Dane,” I tease him.

His head thuds against the shower wall. “I know, but if you keep touching me and squeezing me, I’m not going to make it into your mouth.”

His words thrill me in a way I don’t expect, and so I start to stroke him faster.

“Amelia…” His breaths are hard, heavy. And suddenly, Richard pops into my brain. Not him, per se, but the orders he gives me. The orders I’m glad to obey. I wonder if Dane would be able to adhere to commands the way I am?

So I clear my throat, my body thrumming with desire and nerves. “You can’t come until I tell you,” I say, testing out the words.

Dane lets out a strangled sound that borders on a whine and a moan. “Baby, I don’t know it I can hold it.”

I stroke him faster, watching as he groans, as his body tenses. His hips thrust forward almost regrettably.

He needs this. The friction. My touch.

To come.

“Not yet,” I say as I flick my tongue out and swipe it over his tip.

He whines. “Please…”

I’ve never had a man beg me before. Hearing Dane like this…it’s…

Well, it’s hotter than I expected it to be.

I suck his head into my mouth and he cries out in agony. “Oh fuck…”

And then I release him, going back to my slow strokes.

“Not yet,” I tell him.

His breaths are hard. “Please…” he begs. “Please let me come…”

My insides twist with heat and desire, and without thinking, I slide my fingers between my legs. I’m wet, and I know it’s not just from the shower. The water isn’t hot anymore. It’s warm. I have a feeling we’re going to be here until it runs cold.

“Not yet,” I tell him. I slide my fingers into my aching center while using my free hand to stroke him. He looks down at me with a hazy gaze of lust.

“Please, baby…” He bites his lip. “I need to. I’m so fucking hard it hurts right now.”

Something about his words only fuels me. I like knowing I do this to him. That I drive him mad with desire.

So I relent. I remove my hand from my core, grasping his cock as I guide him into my mouth slowly. I don’t want to choke and ruin the moment. That would be more than embarrassing. His head bounces off the tile as his hand finds my hair. He gently settles it at the back of my head and slowly thrusts into my mouth.

For a moment, we stay like that, neither of us moving. The only sound is the heavy patter of the shower, the heaviness of our breaths.

“Please make me come, Amelia,” he says, his voice so full of need it’s impossible to resist.

I start to move, building my rhythm and getting used to the feeling of suffocation. It’s strangely arousing. I focus on his moans, his contented sounds. His fingers sliding through my wet hair. His parted, perfect mouth.

I get lost in Dane and the beauty of him crumbling in front of me.

“I can’t hold it anymore, Amelia, I’m going to come,” he says, his voice strained. “Fuck, I’m?—”

“Come for me.” My voice is solid, much more confident than it was before.

Because that’s what Dane does to me. He makes me feel like I’m some goddess, like I deserve the worship he gives me.

I wrap my mouth around him and his hand fists my hair as he thrusts into my mouth, hard with a deep grunt, and within seconds I feel his warm, salty release filling my mouth.

“Fucking hell…” he sighs as his grip loosens and his eyes shut completely. I press my legs together, trying to quell my own desires.

I swallow him down, blinking as the lust-haze dissipates as I look at him.

He gazes down at me with a tired yet gratified expression. “Get up,” he says, trying to catch his breath.

I do as he asks without question, and within seconds his mouth is on mine and he’s pushing me against the tile wall. I gasp as he devours my mouth, and then I feel his hands sliding over my hips, his thumb brushing against my clit. Instinctively I grind myself forward and then I feel him slip not one, but two fingers inside me.

I choke out a groan as he continues to kiss me.

“You think I didn’t see you touching yourself while you had your fill of me, Amelia?”

Flick. Pump. Flick.

Suddenly words are difficult and I can’t remember how to speak. So I don’t.

I respond with a deep kiss, wrapping my arms around him as I throw my leg over his hip.

Flick. Pump. Flick.

“Come for me ,” he breathes against my mouth.

One more round of torturous fingers and I come undone. I dig my fingernails into his back as I moan in ecstasy. His mouth swallows my moans and I nearly collapse against the wall. The water is now cold, and I can’t help but smile. A soft laugh escapes my throat.

“What’s so funny?” he asks, his lips against my neck pulling into a grin I can feel all over.

“The water’s cold,” I say. “And I don’t think either of us are really clean.”

He laughs, and my heart feels so full I think I may explode.

Lyla’s wails cut through the air and he groans against my shoulder. “Someone’s awake,” he says as he shuts the water off.

I watch as he steps out of the shower. He holds his hand out to me and I take it, the cool air kissing my skin as I do so. He towel-dries my hair, working his way down my body with a smile as Lyla cries. It’s the strangest feeling of fullness. Feeling sated and content in so many ways. He smirks at me.

Almost like he feels it too.

Maybe he does.

“Take your time, Mia. I’ll get her.”

And with that, Dane Rose kisses my wet hair and heads out the door. Within moments, Lyla’s cries cease, and I can’t help but think that nothing has ever felt so right.

“This looks amazing, Amelia!” Dane says as I marvel at the exquisite plating of my dinner.

“It’s just barbeque chicken, nothing fancy,” I say with a shrug as he tosses the pan in the sink.

“Don’t be modest, your barbeque is top fucking notch,” Richard says as he shoves another forkful of meat into his mouth.

“It’s all in the sauce,” I say with a shrug. “It’s really not that hard.”

Dane asked me to join him and Richie at practice again, but I’d declined. Richard backed me up, telling Dane I needed some alone time to rest and get acclimated. I don’t think Dane understood entirely, but he relented, nonetheless, and I have to admit it was nice to just relax here without any distractions.

And three, hot, hunky hockey players who are all hell-bent on hitting my orgasm quota for the year in the span of a week are definitely…distracting.

I took the respite to call Sam. To spill the beans about everything that’s happened in the…last couple days. It feels like it’s been longer than four days, but in a way it feels like it’s been no time at all.

I thought my being here with Lyla would be a transition. That as soon as she was crying in the middle of the night, in the wee hours of the morning, and in the perils of afternoon, they’d tire pretty quickly.

But it’s been the opposite.

Last night I woke up to Lyla crying, and when I got to her room I found Dane with her in his arms, rocking her back and forth.

This morning, I overslept and woke up to find Richard trying his hardest to feed Lyla a bottle while Tripp kept insisting he was doing it wrong. I thought the man was going to blow his top off at Tripp, but he didn’t. Instead, he shoved Lyla and her bottle at Tripp, who seemed more than happy to help.

And then of course, Richard headed the the garage to work on my car.

I wish I could say it was awkward. But the more the days go on, the less awkward it feels.

While Richard is less likely to kiss me or touch me in front of his brothers, I’ve enjoyed our little garage dates. I’ve enjoyed talking to him while he works on the car. And the sex…

There’s a comfort there I can’t deny. I’m not sure if it’s the security of knowing I can’t get pregnant, or if it’s the thought of wanting to but knowing I won’t where Richard is concerned, or if it’s simply the ease of letting go and letting him run the show, but it’s more than cathartic.

It’s our little bubble. I love it. I love feeling like we’re the only ones who exist there.

Dane and Tripp seem to be in some kind of unspoken competition to see how many kisses they can land on me before I stop breathing. And while I spend more time with Dane than his brothers, due to him being around more, I can’t say I don’t enjoy the moments I get to steal with my “golden retriever” as Richie called him.

Tripp is like sunshine in a bottle, and I find myself laughing all the time when we’re together. He’s hilarious and always making both me and my daughter laugh.

And he’s surprisingly good with Lyla. His enthusiasm is not missed. There’s a lot for him to learn about taking care of a baby, but he’s interested. Authentically. It’s endearing and sweet, and I know it has nothing to do with trying to impress me or getting in my pants.

Though I have yet to get into Tripp’s pants.

Not that I don’t want to, it’s just…

He hasn’t made a move to push the issue, and I guess I haven’t either. I’ve been too preoccupied with applying for jobs, taking care of my daughter, and being swept off my feet by his brothers.

But I want to connect with Tripp. I want him the same way I want them, but our schedules aren’t exactly meshing. I see him mostly before he leaves for class. He’s gone most of the day between school and practice, and by the time he gets home, I’m heading to bed.

Still, it all feels good.

Richie, Dane, Tripp…they all feel good and right in so many different ways.

After everything that’s happened, who would have thought having three men lavish all their attention on me and my daughter would feel so good?

“You didn’t have to cook, you know,” Dane says with a grin as he stabs his chicken.

“I know,” I say as I sit next to him with a glass of wine. Lyla coos and squeals in her high chair. “But I wanted to. It’s the least I could do for you guys. I mean after everything you’ve done for me…”

“You might be giving Dane a run for his money on the dinner thing,” Richie says with a grin. “Especially with a sauce like this.” He laughs. “Spicy as fuck.”

“Language, Richie. There are children present,” Dane mutters.

I laugh. “It’s fine, I slip up sometimes too,” I say.

Richie rolls his eyes. “It’s spicy as heck,” he drawls, enunciating the words to embellish them with sarcasm.

I shake my head. These men are something else.

After dinner, Dane and Richie insist I relax in the living room. I busy myself with bathing Lyla and getting her put to bed while the two of them do the dishes, and when I’ve finally got her settled, it’s nearing eight. I debate having a shower and getting into my pajamas. I’m tired, but it’s also still early, and I think about Dane and Richard’s suggestion. So, I toss on some sweats and a clean shirt, and throw my hair up into a bun and head for the couch. It’s soft and warm and cozy as all hell. I flip through Netflix until I find a rom-com to watch, and a moment later Dane sits beside me. Richie follows suit, taking the spot opposite Dane.

I’m acutely aware of my proximity to them. While neither of them say anything, I can feel the tension. Richie wraps his arm around me without saying a word. Dane settles his hand on my thigh and also doesn’t say a word. My body heats like a flame as I settle into the cushions, trying to focus on the movie, but it’s hard.

“Are you comfortable?” Dane finally asks.

I turn to look at him. He’s raising one eyebrow at me.

“Because if you’re not?—”

“No, I am, it’s just—” I swallow, trying to find the words. “I don’t know how to do this. This whole…”

“Simple,” Richie says, pulling me closer. He tilts my chin up, capturing my gaze with his steely one. “You just do what feels right, baby girl.” I stare up at him, relishing the feel of his hand on my neck. Looking at him, I almost forget Dane is beside me. Until I feel his warm palm against my thigh.

“I don’t want either of you to feel uncomfortable,” I say, looking between the two of them.

“If I was uncomfortable, I wouldn’t be here,” Richie says sternly.

His words are heavy between us, and just as I think he’s going to let me go, he kisses me.

Hard.

Then he lets me go, pushing me off of him just the slightest.

“There, awkward bubble broken,” he says with a grin that’s as mischievous as it is sexy.

My heart is pounding in my chest. Richie hasn’t kissed me in front of either of his brothers.

This…this is a first.

And as my cheeks flush, my stomach twists.

“Your turn, Dane,” Richie says, turning the volume up on the television.

I turn my head to look at Dane, whose expression must mirror my own.

“Uh…”

“Unless you’re too chickenshit.” Richie shrugs, wrapping his arm around me tighter.

I don’t miss the glare from Dane or the way his shoulders tense. And just as I think he’s going to say something, he doesn’t. Instead, he grabs me, practically yanking me out of Richie’s arms into his lap, and kisses me. His hand finds my hair and his fingers slide through, gripping onto my locks as he practically shoves his tongue down my throat. I can’t help the groan that escapes my throat.

He’s never kissed me like this before. Like he’s got something to prove. Like he’s kissing me to win.

It should piss me off, but it doesn’t. Not one bit.

He lets go of me, and my breath comes in rapidly. “Wow,” I say, falling back into the couch cushions.

Dane casts a glare at Richie before settling back into the couch. “You were saying?” he says as he tugs me closer to him.

“Please.” Richie rolls his eyes. “You call that a kiss?” My heart is practically in my throat and my body suddenly feels very heated. “I’ve seen hotter kisses on the Hallmark Channel,” he gripes.

“Don’t knock the Hallmark Channel!” I smack Richie. “They have some cute movies!”

Richie laughs. “Mhmmm. So cute,” he says as he grabs me, pulling me into his lap. Dane’s jaw tenses, his eyes full of fire. “Yes, Dane. So cute ,” Richie taunts him. “So wholesome.”

“Fuck you, Richie!” Dane says.

Richie settles me into his lap and my cheeks heat from the motion. He looks up at me as I settle against him, his gaze holding mine steady. “Pretty sure Amelia would love to fuck me , wouldn’t you, Amelia?” His voice is dark, almost sinister. “I bet she’d fuck me right here on this fucking couch.”

He leans up and kisses me, his hands settling on my ass, and I can feel the grumble of Dane beside me like an earthquake.

“I—”

“Bet you’d let me fuck you and this pretty pussy right here, in front of cute little Dane, wouldn’t you?”

My mouth opens in shock and he laughs.

“Uh…”

“You don’t have to answer that,” Dane says with a grunt. “You know, since we’ve already fucked on this couch. He’s just jealous.”

“Jealous?” Richie bites out. “You think I’m jealous of you?” He scoffs.

“You talk a lot of talk, Richie,” Dane says.

“You think I wouldn’t fuck her right here while you watch? Maybe you’ll learn something, Dane.”

Dane throws the remote onto the table as he pulls me off of Richie, and everything is a blur.

“Stop, both of you!” I say in aggravation, but my cheeks feel flushed and my pussy is certainly in favor of the suggestion even if my brain is not.

“Sorry, Amelia,” Dane says, shooting Richie a glare as he crawls closer to me.

“I can’t handle this competition shit!” I hiss. “We agreed we needed to be open about if anything made us uncomfortable, right?” I ask.

Richie nods. “Are you uncomfortable right now?” he asks.

I shake my head. “No, I’m not. I’m only uncomfortable when you act like I’m your favorite toy and you can’t share.”

The words sink in and Richie grins devilishly, but I can see the sadness, the guilt in Dane’s eyes.

“Is that what you want, Amelia?” Richie grabs my chin, stroking my heated flesh. “You want us to share you?” His implications are crystal clear and I can’t deny the very word sends a jolt to my overactive pussy.

Seriously, when did I become so…so…

The word falls out of my mouth of its own volition.

“Yes.”

I meant that I want them to be able to share my attention, but before I can make such a distinction, Richie pulls me closer, sliding his expert hands underneath my shirt and tugging it up over my head in a matter of seconds.

“Well, I have no problem sharing you as long as I get to fill you up,” he says.

His lips find mine and I can’t help but groan. “Oh my God,” I say, and it’s only then I realize Dane is quiet. Too quiet.

Richie’s hands slide up my skin and he works to massage my breasts, and I look over to the side of me. I don’t miss the confusion in Dane’s gaze, or the prominent bulge in his pants.

I suck in a breath.

“You can leave if you’re uncomfortable,” Richie murmurs. “But I’m not going anywhere until my baby girl gets exactly what she deserves.”

Dane blinks as he adjusts himself. His voice is shaky as he catches my gaze. “What do you want, Amelia?” He asks the question as if he’s afraid of the answer.

“I want you,” I say honestly, reaching for him as Richard’s mouth travels up my neck. Dane grabs my hand and I pull him close. “I can’t explain it, I just?—”

“You want me?” he asks softly, his mouth inches from mine. “Right here? Right now?”

I nod as a flush of heat ransacks me and the truth of his words settles on me.

Yes. I do want him. I want him and I want Richie, and the thought makes me gasp for breath of my own. Richie’s hands slide over my ass as he breathes heavily against me.

“Yes,” I say, feeling the weight of my answer.

Dane leans forward, his lips brushing mine, and I relax almost instantly. He kisses me reverently as Richie’s mouth finds my breast, his teeth biting at my sensitive nipple.

“That’s a good girl, tell Daddy what you want,” Richie says, running his hands down my stomach until he slides his hands over my ass beneath my pants. He squeezes, pulling me against his hardness and the heat spreads within me.

Dane pulls back, his eyebrows furrowed, no doubt in judgment of Richard’s dark command.

“I w-want…” I swallow my nerves, looking at Dane. “You,” I say, biting my lip. “Both of you.”

Dane lets out a heavy breath as Richard slides my pants off with ease.

“Dirty little girl, aren’t you?” Richard says, his voice a soothing, dark temptation.

“You want us to fuck you? Pump you full of our cum?” Richard’s voice takes on a darkness that makes my eyes want to roll back in my head. Dirty talk is becoming my new favorite thing because this man is far too good at it.

I don’t miss the shaky breath Dane lets out as his gaze roves over my naked form in Richard’s lap. Richard thrusts his covered cock against me, and I groan.

“Y-yes,” I say, my cheeks flushed as I avoid Dane’s gaze.

Oh my God.

“You hear that, Dane?” Richard says shifting me off of his lap, upending me onto Dane. Dane catches me and I hear the shifting of Richie’s body, the unlatching of his belt and unzipping sound of his pants behind me. “I think our pretty little Amelia wants us both to make a mess of her.”

I watch as Dane looks from me to Richie, and I think for sure he’s going to run. A threesome itself is…out of the realm of my wheelhouse, and I’m betting it is for him too. Though from the way Richie seems to be talking, orchestrating…

I can surmise it’s not his first.

But I’m sure it’s a first for him to share a woman with his brother.

This is…fucked up on so many levels, but I can’t deny that the very thought has my pussy fluttering.

“Is that what you want, Amelia?” Dane asks, leaning forward as he removes his shirt. His chest and defined muscles catch the light of the television. My gaze roves over him, down to the prominent bulge in his pants.

Yes. I do want this. I want…them.

I nod. “Yes.”

My fingers rush to unzip his jeans, hastily removing them and freeing his cock.

Dane settles his hand on my hips and grabs me, practically slamming me down on top of him. His cock brushes my entrance and I shudder as Richard leans forward, pressing his back against me.

He pulls me off of Dane, brushing his cock against my ass. “You’re in control, baby girl,” he whispers in my ear. “Remember your safeword.”

I nod, looking up to capture Dane’s heated gaze. I lean forward, taking his mouth against my own and sliding myself over top of him easily.

“Do you want me to partake, baby girl, or do you want me to watch?” Richard’s voice cuts through the haze.

I turn, looking at him over my shoulder. “I don’t know,” I say honestly.

“We’ll start with watching, then,” Richard says, leaning back on the other end of the couch. I watch as he takes his cock in his hand, slowly stroking. “Show me how bad you want his cum. Show Daddy how you like to be filled.”

Dane raises one eyebrow at me and I can’t help but blush. It’s endearing and humorous, because I know he finds it odd or maybe even a little funny, hearing the words his brother speaks with such conviction, but he won’t say anything to break the haze of lust that’s formed.

Instead he looks up at me, sliding his hand into my hair, forcing me to look up at him as he brushes his cock against me. “Eyes on me, baby girl ,” he says with a smirk.

The words coming out of his mouth have me aghast. It’s one thing hearing Richard’s deep, smooth voice saying those dirty words. It’s another to hear Dane say them.

Holy hell, it’s hot.

“Show Daddy how much you love this dick.” Dane kisses me. “Show him how you take all of me.”

I can hear the sounds of Richard’s moans, the wet skin slapping of his fist as he strokes himself to the sight of us.

I slide myself over Dane, slowly, until he’s bottomed out. Bracing my hands on his shoulders, I suck in a breath as I try to focus. The sounds, the feelings, it’s all overwhelming.

“Fuck, Amelia…” Dane drops his head against my shoulder, his hands finding my ass and squeezing.

“Don’t tell me you’re going to come already,” Richard says.

“No,” Dane grits through his teeth as I start to move. Dane moves along with me, thrusting from below as I ride him.

“Play with her tits,” Richard instructs, and for a moment I think Dane is going to argue or tell him to fuck off, but he doesn’t. His hand finds my breasts, cupping them softly as he pinches my hardened nipples.

It’s different than how Richard touches me, that’s for sure.

“Are they wet?” Richard asks.

Dane pulls his fingers away, sliding them together. “A little,” he says. “Why?”

“Suck them,” Richard demands.

Dane looks up at me for a moment, and I nod. He uses one hand to cup my breast and draws it to his lips. His licks, sucks, and bites are softer than Richard’s. Not as if he’s afraid to hurt me, but more like he wants to take his time.

Dane is like slow dancing under the stars, and Richard is like grinding at a club.

Both feel amazing for different reasons.

I let out a deep moan as Richard’s voice elevates. “You like that, baby girl?” he asks.

“Yes,” I say.

“Do you want Daddy to come suck your tits too?”

I blink, not even thinking twice about my answer. “Yes.”

He grins, and a moment later he’s off the couch, coming to settle beside us. He nudges Dane over, who grunts in response, his tongue laving over my nipple as he continues to suck and lick me while thrusting into me from below.

A moment later, I feel Richard’s teeth on my other nipple, feel his hand on my back.

“Oh my God,” I say, the orgasm hitting me out of nowhere.

“Oh fuck, Amelia,” Dane hisses. “I’m going to come.”

Richard laughs, but it’s not judgmental. It’s amused. “That didn’t take long,” he says. “We need to work on your stamina.”

I can’t help the faint laugh that escapes me and a moment later I feel Dane still, his cock pulsing inside of me. Richard pulls me closer, the motion shifting me off of Dane. He pushes me down on the couch, across Dane’s lap, and spreads my legs wide.

I realize all at once, he’s staring at me.

Or rather, he’s staring at Dane’s cum. That is currently dripping out of me.

Before I can process what’s happening, I feel Richard crawling over me. Over us. His fingers find my pussy with ease and he pushes his brother’s cum back inside of me before capturing my gaze with his.

“You ready for Daddy’s cock, baby girl?” he growls. “Ready for me to fuck his cum into you where it belongs?”

“Jesus Christ, Richard!” Dane says, and I feel his hardness coming to life beneath me again.

“Yes,” I say, my voice a whisper.

“That’s my girl,” Richard says, and a moment later I feel him breaching me.

Dane settles against me, shifting my body so his knee isn’t digging into my back. His hand finds my hair and he strokes it, his cock twitching underneath me.

“I can take you,” I say as I look up at Dane. “If…you need to come again, I can?—”

I’ve never felt him move so quickly.

Richard curses as Dane shifts, welding himself against me. He doesn’t press inside of me, just settles beneath the spot where Richard’s stretching me. He makes no other movement, save for wrapping his arms around me, his fingers pulling and pinching my nipples.

“That’s it, baby girl, ride Daddy’s cock. Let him feel how I make you come.”

Richard’s words combined with Dane’s twitching cock and the overall feeling of fullness is what throws me over the edge.

My head falls back against Dane’s shoulder and he kisses me, muttering that he’s hit his peak into my mouth as Richard’s thrusts turn erratic and he growls out his release. My body feels stretched, hot, and limp. Euphoria blankets me.

“That’s my good, dirty little girl,” Richard whispers, pulling me from Dane to kiss me. I can feel his cum dripping out of me, and my head is hazy.

Dane strokes my hair as he kisses my head. “Tired,” he says, pulling me back against him.

“Mhmm…” I say as Richard vacates me. The deluge I feel is warm and somehow strangely comforting. Dane pulls me close and I hear the faint sound of Richard getting up. My eyes are heavy-lidded and I don’t open them until I feel a sensitive jolt of sensation on my pussy, and I realize Richard is wiping me up.

“So pretty with a cunt full of our cum,” he says before kissing me. Dane’s grip loosens and I realize he’s fallen asleep. His soft snores echo in my ears and he holds me tighter, even in sleep.

“You did good, baby girl,” Richard whispers. “Rest, okay?”

I nod, feeling suddenly exhausted. He gets up to move, and I grab him by the wrist.

“Stay,” I say. “Lyla’s sleeping, there’s…there’s no reason to leave. Just…stay with me.”

Richard gives me a half-hearted smile. “Whatever baby girl wants, she gets,” he says, settling next to me. He grabs the blanket from the back of the couch, covering us up with it. He throws his arm over my stomach, beneath Dane’s, and buries his face in my neck, and I think sleep has never sounded so good.

“Oh my God.”

I’m awoken to the sound of a familiar voice. Sunshine and sweetness.

Tripp.

I open my eyes, noticing Dane and Richie are still asleep, practically passed out on top of me. I meet Tripp’s gaze.

“Tripp…” I say, and he takes a step back. For a moment I think he’s going to cry or argue, or scream what the hell and wake up his brothers.

Or worse, yell at me.

This is the second time he’s walked in on me like this. Naked, in a compromising position. Post-sex.

I know he said he was okay with this, but…it’s one thing to say it, and another to see it.

And that’s when I notice the evident bulge in his pants, and the heavy breath he lets out before he tears off into the kitchen.