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Chapter Twenty-Five

Savannah

The bed shifts, and I stir, barely opening my eyes. Troy’s getting up. I blink at the dim light filtering through the curtains and sit up, squinting at him. “Where’re you going?”

He stops mid-step, turning to me with that easy smirk. “Checking on Noah,” he says, nodding toward the crib by the wall.

I glance at the small bundle sleeping peacefully. My chest tightens, but not in a bad way. It’s still so new—this life, these moments. “Need help?” I whisper.

“Nah, sleep, baby.” His voice is low and firm, a command wrapped in care.

Jamie’s arm tightens around my waist. “You heard him,” he murmurs, voice rough with sleep. “Sleep.”

“Shh,” Jared adds from my other side, sliding closer. His hand brushes my arm, soothing, grounding.

I smile, letting them cocoon me back into the mattress. Their warmth, their steady breaths—it’s enough to pull me under again.

***

The next thing I feel is warmth—soft and deliberate—trailing along my neck, down my shoulder. Lips.

“Mmm.” I stretch, groggy. “What’re you doing?”

Troy’s voice is close, husky. “Waking you up.”

I blink, meeting his mischievous grin. “Where’s Noah?”

“With Jamie,” he says, already pushing the covers down. “Don’t worry. I’ve got other priorities right now.”

“Troy…”

“I need you,” he cuts in, rolling on top of me. His weight pins me in the best way, and I gasp as his hips settle against mine.

“You’re insatiable,” I murmur, but I’m already tilting my head back, giving in as the thick head of his cock slides into me.

Pleasure ricochets through me.

“Oh God,” I moan.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he groans, moving against me, slow shallow thrusts that have me wanting more.

The door clicks open, and I glance over Troy’s shoulder to see Jared stepping out of the bathroom, towel slung low on his hips. His hair’s still damp, droplets sliding down his chest.

Jared quirks a brow. “Can I get a turn? I’ve gotta head to the office.”

I laugh, the sound turning into a moan as Troy thrusts harder. “Give me ten minutes,” Troy grits out, not even looking back.

Jared smirks, walking over. He leans down, kissing me soft and slow, his hand tangling in my hair. “Take your time,” he murmurs, brushing his thumb along my jaw. “I know how good she feels.”

Troy’s rhythm stutters, and I cry out, my hands clutching his shoulders. “That’s it,” he says, voice rough. “Come for me, baby.”

Jared keeps stroking my hair, his lips brushing my temple. “Good girl,” he whispers, his words melting into my skin as Troy pushes me over the edge.

“Yes,” I throw my head back letting the orgasm wash over me. Someone is kissing my neck but I am too wrung out to keep track of who is who.

Troy thrusts me into the mattress, pounding harder and harder.

“Mine, mine, mine,” he growls as his thumb slides to where we are. Jared holds my head up. “Open your eyes Savannah. See how stretched you are for him,” he says.

I look down mesmerized by how Troy’s cock thrusts in and out of me.

“Does it feel good?” Jared asks me.

I nod.

“Fuck me,” Troy says rubbing my clit in fast little motions. I feel myself contract once and then he is coming, his eyes closed, his teeth gritted.

My own orgasm has me barely upright, but Jared holds me up still. Then after Troy is done, he slides off me, kissing my cheek and jaw. I can feel the wetness and his come slide down my thighs, but I am too distracted by how Jared is turning my head to capture my lips roughly.

“You did so good for me. You are so sexy,” Troy says, kissing my neck.

Jared’s weight presses me into the mattress as he flips me over, his hands firm but careful, like he’s handling something precious. I can hear Troy’s low chuckle behind me, but I don’t dare look until I feel Jared settling over me, his presence commanding every inch of my attention.

Just as I turn my face to the side, I catch Jamie entering the room, Noah cradled in his arms. My stomach twists in panic.

“Jamie!” I hiss, my voice sharper than I mean for it to be.

“Shh,” he says, voice calm, but his grin is anything but. “The baby’s sleeping, Savannah.” He rocks Noah gently, the picture of casual ease, though there’s no mistaking the heat in his gaze when it flicks over me and Jared.

Troy leans forward, resting his chin on my shoulder. “Think he can join us in a few?” His voice is teasing, but there’s a wicked edge to it.

I shake my head, but Jamie only smirks before heading out with Noah. I catch the soft click of the door closing behind him, leaving me alone again with Troy and Jared.

“Can I hold you?” Troy murmurs, pulling me out of my spiraling thoughts. “I want you in my arms as he fucks you.”

There’s no hesitation. I move to his lap, his hands guiding me easily. His warmth surrounds me, his arms a fortress against everything else. Jared adjusts himself behind me, his touch strong and sure as he kneads my lower back and ass.

Then he pushes me forward so I can put all my weight on Troy, as he runs his cock over my cunt. It makes a wet messy sound.

“Ready baby?” He asks.

I nod into Troy’s neck.

Troy cradles me close, one hand sliding up my back while the other moves to stroke my hair. He kisses me deeply, and I melt into him, every nerve in my body alive. His lips find their way to my neck, his stubble grazing my skin, and I shudder as he moves lower, his mouth capturing one sensitive nipple. He tugs at it and I feel the sensation all the way to my toes.

Then Jared’s cock is inside me. I feel full and stretched and used in the best way ever.

“He made such a mess of you,” Jared growls as he pulls out and then pushes back in. Then he repeats the motion.

“You make me come so hard,” Troy says.

“I can feel her dripping down my cock,” Jared says before pushing in deeper.

“Fuck!” I cry out.

“Perfect,” Jared mutters behind me, his voice thick.

The tension between us builds with every kiss, every touch. My senses blur, and the room feels electric as they work in perfect tandem, pulling every ounce of pleasure from me.

“Look at me,” Troy whispers, tipping my chin up. His eyes are soft, and for a moment, the heat between us feels like something far deeper.

Jared’s hands trail down my sides, anchoring me even as my body threatens to spiral out of control. I let them guide me, let the overwhelming rhythm of their touches wash over me. My breaths come faster, and I feel the world tilt as I let go entirely, surrendering to them both.

They don’t stop, not until I’m trembling in their arms, boneless and utterly undone. Troy holds me close, his lips pressing a soft kiss to my temple, while Jared strokes soothing circles over my back as he chases his own orgasm.

It takes a few more thrusts before he is cursing and coming inside me.

I can barely catch my breath as he pulls out, the sound almost obscene. Troy rubs on my clit begging me to squeeze the come out of me. I am panting, breathless as I feel the mess they made inside me slip out.

“You’re amazing,” Jared says softly, his voice grounding me.

Troy hums in agreement. “Perfect.”

For a long moment, none of us move. The quiet hum of the room wraps around us, the only sound is the steady rhythm of our breaths.

Jared pulls his shirt over his head, his movements quick and efficient. His hair’s still a mess, sticking up in places, but he doesn’t seem to care.

Just as he’s fastening his belt, Jamie strolls into the room, looking far too smug for someone who didn’t just get laid.

Jamie gives Jared a once-over, then me, sprawled on the bed with nothing but the sheet covering me. “Too bad I missed the show,” he says, smirking.

Jared rolls his eyes. “Next time, don’t take so long.”

“Next time?” Jamie grins like the cat that got the cream. “You’re assuming there’ll be a next time.”

I laugh, pushing myself up on my elbows. “Pretty sure there will be.”

Jared just shakes his head, grabbing his jacket. “I’m out. Try not to wreck her too much, Jamie.”

Jamie laughs, plopping down beside me as Jared heads for the door. Troy’s already in the hall dressing up as he watches Noah, who’s babbling like he’s got the world’s biggest story to tell.

“Give me our son,” Troy says, his voice soft but firm. Jamie hands him over. Jared walks past them, giving Noah’s little head a quick pat before disappearing down the stairs.

Troy peeks back into the room. “You good, sweetheart?”

I smile, stretching a little under the sheet. “Perfect.”

“Good,” he says, and then he’s gone, leaving me with Jamie, who’s watching me like I’m dessert.

“How about a shower?” he asks, his voice low and tempting.

I open my mouth to answer, but he’s already moving, scooping me up like I weigh nothing.

“Jamie!” I squeal, but he’s grinning like he’s enjoying this way too much.

“Relax. You’ll love it,” he says, carrying me into the bathroom.