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Easton undid his belt and dragged the zipper down,closer so that I could reach him “Take it out”

I obeyed, self-conscious under Aaron’s gaze as I worked Easton’s jeans and underwear down, then ran hs and over his cock It was already stiffening I wrappedas it quickly went froid

“Jesus,” Aaronyou are”

“She can take it all” My husband’s hand closed on the back of ently pulled “Show him, Elle Show him hoell you suck my cock”

I felt different when I woke up It was a very si after my first period Older More worldly Like I had secret access to an elite club that had finally accepted me as a member

I rolled onto ht side of Easton’s makeshift fort had fallen, and I could see a water stain on the joint of the ceiling bea concern Had it been there before? I propped up on one elbow and tugged at the wall of the fort, trying to get a better look If we had a leak, so help me…

“Hey” Easton ducked under the sheet and grinned at olf shirt a little crooked on his frame

I reached over and straightened his collar, folding it into place and returning his s”

He leaned forward and planted a kiss ondown my fort?”

“I wanted to get to it before Wayland did” I scooted to the edge of the bed “You know hiainst any white blankets, sheets, or towels—one that worked hirandmother wore a white wrap to last year’s Christ-o-warred it off her body, and was pouncing on it like he was giving CPR when I came around the corner and found the scene Wayland was put in his crate and Grand out of pure spite

He pulled a belt froh the top of his shorts “I’ to brew some coffee and see if Aaron is up”

“Okay” I glanced around for further evidence froh the s, the bathroo around me—it seemed crazy that this room had been the same place where Easton’s best friend had stood naked, his dick in hand, waiting to take his turn on me

Easton stood at the side of the bed, his gaze on ers in yourself,” he ordered “Show him hoet you are”

I flicked aze to Aaron and slowly ran one hand down s I pushed a finger in, then a second, opening ht fit around my knuckles His eyes followed the motion, and his breath shortened as he stroked his cock in rhythed “Please”

What had we been thinking? We weren’t those kind of couples We were the forget-trash-day couple The ones who snuck a flask into football games and didn’t send Christmas cards The kind who paid property taxes late and booked concert tickets early, and argued over parking spots and coupon usage and whether celebrity hall passes were allowed We were Easton and Elle—not…eingers Not those creepy people who pressured their friends to join them in the bedroom I knew those sorts of people My first boss in real estate had been that sort of person