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  "Pizzazz?" I ask.

  "Well?" Aiden looks at me expectantly. "Are you going to model it for us?"

  Yep, these are the guys I just might be falling for – the ones who buy patriotic butt plugs to celebrate Independence Day.

  I just might be this crazy.

  My eyes on Aiden, I strut over to the bed, my hips swaying exaggeratedly. Then I get on all fours, right there on the bed in their high school bedroom, and I arch my back and put my ass in the air.

  I'm definitely losing my mind.

  Noah growls as he joins me, standing on the side of the bed near my head and guiding his cock to my mouth. The familiar taste of him sends heat rushing to my core, and when I hear the sound of a condom wrapper tearing and feel Aiden on the bed behind me, I think I might just come from the anticipation of him.

  But Aiden doesn't slide his cock inside me – not yet. He teases me, his fingers sliding over my wet pussy as he reaches between my legs to rub my clit. The gesture sends arousal rushing through my entire body. A shock of cold, the wetness from the lubricant on the plug, makes me shiver and the initial pang of pain as he works it into my asshole is quickly eclipsed by pleasure as he pushes it inside.

  Noah grins, pulling out of my mouth. "That is fucking ridiculous."

  I turn my head over my shoulder to see glittery star-spangled streamers behind me, like a sparkly, red white and blue tail. When Aiden lightly smacks them, they catch the light, sending red, white, and blue shimmers through the room. "I can't believe I'm wearing this."

  "It's festive," Aiden says, but I quickly forget about any festivity as he pushes his cock against my wet entrance. I forget all about the star-spangled butt plug as Aiden's cock slides inside my pussy and I wrap my lips around Noah's dick.

  Then there's nothing else in the world except the nearly-overwhelming sensation of being filled by these two men.

  I push my hips back, meeting Aiden stroke for stroke as he fucks me, pushing the butt plug into my ass harder and harder as his movements become more forceful. Noah grips my hair on both sides, thrusting his cock into my mouth in rhythm with Aiden's strokes.

  The only thing I can focus on is wave after wave of intensifying pleasure as they bring me higher and higher. All I can feel is them taking me, claiming every part of me as theirs. I'm lost in them, absolutely lost as Noah murmurs to me how much he loves my sweet little mouth and Aiden tells me how warm and tight I am and how he can't wait to be inside my ass.

  It's the thought of him coming inside my ass that nearly pushes me over the edge. Soon I'm moaning, the sound muted by Noah's cock. Noah gives me a quick warning before his cock spasms and he floods my mouth with his cum. I swallow every last drop as Aiden groans, thrusting into me over and over as he comes. His grip on my ass cheeks is tight as he pumps harder, pushing the butt plug inside me all the way to the hilt and triggering my orgasm.

  I come hard, the intensity so completely overwhelming that I don't even realize the butt plug is playing music until I begin to come down, my chest heaving as I try to catch my breath.

  I don't even realize what music it is for another second. That's how far gone I am.

  When I realize what it is, my eyes go wide.

  It's Hail to the Chief.

  I turn to look over my shoulder at Aiden, who gives me a sheepish grin as he feverishly tries to push a button on the plug to turn it off. "I just came while Hail to the Chief played?! I don't want to be reminded of my father when you're fucking me!"

  Oh my God. I'm horrified.

  "Ohhhhhh. Gross. I totally didn't mean to do that," Aiden says. He's examining my ass now with an intensity usually reserved for surgeons. "I don't … this button isn't working."

  The butt plug continues to blare out the synthesized version of the song.

  Noah is laughing, the sound erupting from deep in his chest, and if I weren't so incredibly humiliated by the fact that it's that song, I'd love the warm sound of his laughter. "Hail to the Chief," he roars, his hand going his mouth. "How the hell did you find that?"

  Aiden finally finds the off button. "At a sex shop."

  "I'm sorry I'm laughing," he says, doubled over. "I just can't stop. That is just… holy shit, why are you even with us?"

  "I'm starting to wonder that myself," I joke as Aiden slaps me lightly on the ass. "It's probably because you have big dicks."

  "Mine's bigger," Aiden says.

  39

  Grace

  I refused to attend the Fourth of July celebration at the White House and didn't go on the blind date set up by my mother. It's the first time I've dared to defy them even a little bit. I know that's pathetic, at twenty-six years old, but I've always been the conscientious and dutiful daughter, doing my part to support my father's illustrious career.

  My father called to give me a lecture about loyalty to the family – and to my country. "Not coming to the July Fourth celebration was a slap in the face to us – to me, personally. How can the country be united, if we're not united? You know that I still have great things left to do, things that will help people. That's why I need you to be onboard a hundred percent."

  "A hundred percent," I echoed. I wondered if my father had always sounded so self-righteous and if his desire for power had always been so transparent. Did I just miss it, all of these years?

  But I didn't defy him. I didn't tell him what I wanted to say, that I couldn't always put his campaign – his presidency – first. That I wanted my own life.

  Instead, I played the dutiful daughter.

  The daughter who's too afraid to rock the boat and stand up to her parents.

  My mother called to tell me that she needed me to be committed to the campaign. Instead of trying to guilt me into compliance, though, she went straight for the jugular: "We'll make sure the board of directors votes to remove you from your position with our foundation."

  Their foundation. That's what she called it, and for the first time, I realized that she's right. It's my family's foundation, not mine. I might have put in blood, sweat, and tears, but it's theirs. How sad is that? I've convinced myself that I'm a grownup, doing something important, but I'm still just a kid, blindly obeying orders.

  Yet I didn't tell her to go fuck herself the way I should have. I chickened out. Instead, I simply told her that I wasn't going out with the suitor she had selected and she could find a different way of publicly redeeming me.

  That's as much rebellion as I had in me.

  Then I went to Noah and Aiden. I put all of the outside bullshit out of my head and went to the only people I feel like I can be myself with.

  When I'm not working, I've been spending virtually every waking minute with Noah and Aiden. We don't go anywhere because we can't. Instead, we hole up in one of our houses hanging out, reading the newspaper (I discovered that Noah loves newspapers as much as I do, but on his tablet), or watching movies (Aiden secretly loves romantic comedies).

  And we talk. We talk about inconsequential things and our favorite things and I slowly divulge more about my parents and how hard it was to grow up in the public eye. We talk about music and our favorite TV shows and movies and books, and I learn that Noah does the crossword in the newspaper every Sunday morning and that Aiden geeks out on model planes and cars.

  We talk about all of the little things, but the little things are important. It's the sum of those little things that fill in the blanks about someone, that help you know who they are and where they come from and where they're going.

  And I find myself wanting to know all of those things about Noah and Aiden.

  When I knock on their door tonight, Aiden gives me a look like he's hiding something and he's more than pleased with himself.

  “What are you up to? You look very… smug.”

  “God, you can’t keep a secret,” Noah calls as he walks into the living room.

  “I didn’t spoil it."

  “If you’re about to gift me another sex toy, I’m going to slap you.”

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