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Our mouths meet in a hungry kiss as I lower myself into his lap. The angle is weird, so I can’t see what I’m doing, but he clutches my hips and lifts me until I’m positioned right over his cock. He’s so hard and swollen; I know he needs this as badly as I do.

“That’s it. Fuck, you’re tight.” Caleb’s voice is a harsh, broken pant as I sink all the way down and squeeze my inner muscles. His fingers return to sliding over my clit as I find my rhythm.

Grayson, who apparently doesn’t have a modest bone in his body, pulls out his thick erection and begins sliding his fist up and down over it. My gaze drifts over to him.

The sight is hot…borderline obscene.

His cock is perfect—longer than Caleb’s and just as thick. With a look of longing, he watches me move in deep, quick thrusts on Caleb’s lap, my breasts bouncing. His eyes are hooded with arousal, and creamy fluid leaks from his tip.

A wicked thought flashes through my mind: I wonder what it would feel like to fuck them both at the same time.

“You good, man?” Caleb asks.

“She’s fucking perfect,” Grayson replies, his voice filled with desire. “Keep rubbing that clit…”

“Absolutely,” Caleb grunts, his thumb making hot circles over my slick pussy as he pumps in and out in a lazy rhythm. “Can he play with your nipples, baby, while I fuck this perfect pussy?”

I moan something that sounds a lot like a yes, and Grayson doesn’t waste any time. He abandons his cock, bringing both hands up to cup my breasts, pressing them together and enjoying their weight in his hands.

He curses under his breath. Then one hand goes back to stroking his cock while the other pinches my nipples. Sensation riots through me. With Caleb’s impressive cock deep inside, his fingers sliding over my clit, and Grayson rubbing my nipples, I’m already on the edge of coming.

“You can help him out if you want…”

I’m not quite sure what Caleb means, so I don’t say anything.

“One sec,” Caleb says, noticing my silence.

Before I can ask what’s happening, he lifts me off him.

I miss his cock immediately.

He helps me onto all fours on the bench seat—naked between them.

My face is toward Grayson, who’s still jerking off in long, smooth strokes, while my ass is toward Caleb, who caresses one hand lovingly over the round globe of my butt cheek.

Without warning, he pulls me back onto his cock.

I moan and shudder as he fills me completely.

Grayson kisses me while Caleb palms my ass, running his warm hand along my spine.

I can’t think, can’t focus on anything but the pleasure flooding through me.

I lean down and align my mouth with Grayson’s cock, teasing the length of him with my tongue.

“Rilee…” he groans.

His calloused fingertip grazes my cheek as I lower my mouth, trying to take as much of him as I can. He tastes masculine and clean, groaning loudly when I swirl my tongue around the wide head of his dick.

A long, low sound of pleasure pours out of him. “Goddamn…”

“Good?” Caleb asks, his voice rough.

“So fucking perfect,” Grayson replies.

He strokes my hair, and I barely last two minutes before I’m coming in a wet gush all over Caleb’s impressive length.

“Fuck,” Caleb groans. He grips my hips and buries himself deep, his body giving one final jerk as he lets go. With a shudder, he leans over me to kiss the spot between my shoulder blades.

A calloused finger grazes my cheek—Grayson’s silent warning that he’s close.

I don’t heed his warning, swallowing down a salty taste as he curses and moans.

“Fuck, Ri,” Grayson groans.

It takes me a moment to realize several things at once.

One, I just had my first threesome. Two, the rain has stopped. And three, traffic is now zipping past us.

Caleb finds my leggings and shirt, helping me into them while both guys quickly pull up their jeans and tuck themselves away.

“Well, that was probably the world’s most intense rainstorm, right?” I say, trying to ease the tension. I have no idea what any of this means or where things might stand between us now.

Caleb pulls back onto the road and wraps an arm around me, tucking me close to his side. “You okay?”

I nod and give him a small smile. I think so. To be honest, I’m not even sure how to feel right now.

Grayson gives me a mischievous look. “Sure you’re okay, Ri?”

I lean over and give him a small kiss.

I’m conflicted on the drive back. I’d always been the good girl—doing what was expected of me day after day, year after year. And now look where that had gotten me: under a mountain of stress, homeless, and with more student loan debt than I can handle.

Apparently, when an opportunity for a little fun comes my way, I’m powerless to say no. But now I’m terrified that I’ve somehow angered Caleb or Grayson.

Even though they’re both being oddly calm about this.

Caleb’s hand rests on my knee, while Grayson’s thumb strokes the inside of my wrist.

When we return to the house, Grayson hugs me and fist bumps Caleb before heading to his room.

Caleb is quiet as we enter.

I decide the best course of action is to make myself scarce. I grab my Pharmacology textbook and head for my room.

Caleb’s firm grip on my elbow stops me in my tracks. I turn to face him.

“What’s going on? Are you okay?”

I nod, unable to find my voice.

His eyes narrow. “Why are you being so quiet? Are you sure you’re alright?”

I shrug. “I just don’t want you to be mad.”

“Mad?” He blinks, surprise creasing his brow. “Why would I be mad? You have no idea how sexy you looked riding me with your mouth full of Grayson’s cock.”

For a moment, I’m speechless. Finally, I find my voice. “I know I only have a few months here until I graduate, but I like you, Caleb. I just didn’t know that this was part of the deal…”

Caleb lifts one shoulder, appearing casual. “To be honest, I didn’t either, but there was always a spark of interest between you two. I figured I could fight it, or we could all enjoy ourselves.”

I nearly sag with relief.

“I can’t believe you thought I’d be mad at you.” He kisses the top of my head and gives me a soft look. Then he speaks the words that go straight to my heart. “I’m always going to look after you, Ri. Always . And I’m always going to give you what you need.”

The subtext is clear—even if what I need is to be fucked six ways from Sunday by two hot hockey players. His words are overwhelming, as is the rush of emotion swelling inside me.

“Thank you, Caleb. I don’t deserve that.”

“Of course you do. You deserve the world.”

He doesn’t even seem real. He wants to give me the world and doesn’t expect much in return.

I’m not sure what I did to deserve him, but I’m immensely grateful. When he wraps me in a giant hug, I rest my head on his chest and remind myself that it would be very, very stupid to fall for him when I’m leaving so soon.