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  Our cum.

  What the hell was I thinking? What the hell were we thinking?

  She opens her eyes and looks at me with flushed pink cheeks, her face radiant. Then she takes her index finger, wipes it along a droplet of cum near her chin and… puts it in her fucking mouth.

  I think I could come again watching her suck her finger clean.

  It's like a switch was flipped in her or something – timid, hesitant, self-conscious Grace is gone and in her place is a shit-sure-of-herself vixen.

  Noah and I reach for her hands and pull her to her feet.

  Then she pauses, a flicker of doubt in her eyes. "That was…" Her voice trails off.

  “Fucking hot,” Noah says quickly.

  “Really fucking hot,” I agree, kissing Grace tenderly on the lips. I’m afraid that the expression that just passed across her face means she's thinking about what just happened, that she's regretting it, and that she's about to run screaming out of the kitchen. I'd do just about anything in the world to keep her from doing that. “We should get you cleaned up.”

  "Let's get you to the shower," Noah suggests.

  I just came, yet my cock twitches at the suggestion of getting into the shower with Grace, even if it’s with Noah at the same time. I don’t care how I have to have this girl. I just want her, even if I have to share her. “We can definitely take care of you in the shower.”

  I slide one arm behind Grace's back and the other under her knees, picking her up before she can protest – or Noah can pick her up himself. She feels so tiny in my arms.

  “I’m perfectly capable of walking down the hallway,” she argues.

  “I know. I’m just concerned you’re going to have second thoughts and take off out of here, and I don’t want that to happen before we get you in the shower.”

  “It’s for your own good,” Noah chimes in, walking ahead of us toward his room.

  “For my own good?”

  “We made you a mess, we need to clean you up,” he explains.

  “We really, really made you a mess,” I agree.

  “So the shower is solely for my benefit, huh?" Grace's face is close to mine and I just want to kiss her again and again.

  “A hundred percent,” Noah assures her. “We don’t have any untoward intentions, do we, Aiden?”

  “I don’t know what untoward means, but if Noah is suggesting I’m not going to try to put my penis in you the first chance I get, you should know he doesn’t speak for me. Because I’m going to. So don’t drop the soap.”

  Grace slaps my chest playfully. “Has anyone ever told you that you're a pig?"

  Noah snorts. I ignore him because, well, I can’t really get mad at anything right now, not after Grace’s lips were just wrapped around my cock. In fact, I'm practically fucking whistling as I walk.

  “In the shower, I’ll show you just how much of a pig I can be,” I reply, my voice exaggeratedly seductive.

  Grace wrinkles her nose. “I’m not sure what that means, but it sounds terrible.”

  Noah groans. “Seriously, dude. I never realized how little game you actually have.”

  “Good thing I have a big dick.”

  Grace can’t even hide the way she blushes when I say it.

  “You are a big dick,” Noah says.

  I carry Grace inside the master suite – Noah’s master suite – and into the giant shower. When I set her down on her feet inside on the marble tile, I bump into Noah and for a second, it's probably the most uncomfortable and awkward situation in human history, even if there is a naked girl standing right in front of us.

  After all, Noah is my best friend in the world. And yeah, I’ve seen him naked more times than I can count in locker rooms, but that doesn’t mean I want to see him naked in any other context. Or that I want to see him fuck a woman. Or that I want him to watch me fuck a woman.

  Or that I want a woman to give us blowjobs at the same time.

  But I really, really want Grace.

  And what happened in the kitchen a few minutes ago wasn’t all that awkward when it was happening. Watching Noah put his mouth between Grace’s legs should have made me jealous as hell, except it didn’t.

  In fact, something about watching them together turned me on.

  I don’t know what the hell that means.

  I don’t have time to think about it, though, because just then Grace slips a little on the wet tile in the shower, letting out a little shriek as she slides into me. I react quickly, grabbing her arm to hold her up. When she laughs, she falls against my chest and my arms slip around her back like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

  The instant she touches me, I’m hard again. It’s like I’m a teenage boy and she’s the first girl I’ve ever crushed on. It’s embarrassing as hell how much I want this woman.

  Grace looks up at me, her hands on my chest, her green eyes wide and bright. When I press my lips to hers, she opens for me. Her tongue seeks out mine, almost like she's suddenly uncertain, even though she just had my cock between her lips. The fact that she’s hesitating makes her more endearing.

  I'm floating on a damn cloud. So much so that I don't even mind when Noah kisses her. Or when his hands cup her breasts. We’re so competitive about everything in the fucking world, yet somehow we stand here with Grace in the shower, soaping her wet body like this is a damn team effort.

  “I think I’m probably clean now,” Grace whispers as I run my hands over her breasts again.

  “Are you sure? We should be certain,” I tell her. “Like… right here, for example. Definitely want to make sure.” I slide my fingers between her legs where she’s warm and already so slick. This time, I'm in front of her. This time, I get to see her expression change – the way her eyes get heavy, the way she bites on her lip as I slowly probe her with my fingers.

  Behind her, Noah runs his hands down her hips and over her ass. "What about here, Grace?" he asks. I can't see what he's doing, but her eyes widen just a little. "Such a tight little asshole. Has anyone been here before?”

  “No." She doesn't speak the word. She moans it, and her pussy tightens around my fingers, her response to his touch immediate. I thrust inside her with my fingers, stroking her as Noah presses his fingers against her asshole. As I build momentum, she grips my biceps tightly for support.

  “No one has been inside you,” Noah says. “Which one of us is going to take your sweet, tight little virgin hole?”

  "I… I'm not sure," she whispers, her eyes searching mine. "Which one of you wants it?”

  Noah chuckles under his breath. "I guarantee you, both of us want it.” I watch as he presses his cock against her ass cheek, and a surge of jealousy rushes through me.

  “If you think for a second that you’re going to take it now - ” I growl.

  "I'm so close," Grace begs, her voice soft, a reminder to keep my focus on her pleasure. She reaches for my cock, distracting me from arguing with Noah by running her hand down my length as she whimpers. I press my fingertips against the textured spot inside her, provoking a long moan.

  "Come on my fingers, sugar," I tell her. "Come on my fingers and then you’re going to come on my cock.”

  “And on mine,” Noah interrupts.

  “But, first mine.”

  “Oh my God. Fucking. Stop. Arguing.” Grace gasps the words, letting go of my cock and gripping my arms as she comes hard, her words lost in her moans. Her muscles clench down on me so tightly, I swear my damn fingers are about to break off, but I stroke her and stroke her until she finally calms down, the large convulsions turning into gentle flutters.

  The first thing Noah says when Grace stops moaning is: "Fine. No arguing." He waits only seconds after I slip my fingers from between her legs before he spins her around to face the shower wall, pulling Grace's hands above her head and placing her palms flat on the marble. The water from the shower runs over her naked body, falling down her skin in little rivers. “But you’re mine. I mean ours. And we are going to take