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But after three orgasms, she pulls us up, catches both of us in her gaze and says, "Now take me. Come inside. Don't make me wait any longer!"

My engorged cock leaps at the idea of stuffing her to the hilt, each of us feeling that exquisite sensation of merely a wall of muscle and flesh between us. Knowing that none of us could be any closer, Dillon and I pass a look between us before positioning our hips to her entrances.

My nose is buried in her mahogany hair now, the scent of lilac fills my nostrils as I kiss the back of her neck hungrily. Dillon's kissing her lips which have fallen open in pleasure, as she whimpers sweetly between us.

"Dillon...Emmet," she says softly, barely audibly.

"Yes, Bella," Dillon answers.

"This is amazing," she groans. "I've never felt so close to anyone before."

"Me neither," he murmurs, reaching between his legs to position himself for entry.

My hands trail along her smooth, flexing legs. She drapes her knee over his hip, opening herself for him.

“That's it, that's perfect,” I whisper against her neck, licking the mist of sweat from her hairline, reaching around to tease her pert, hard nipples between my fingers.

My hands drift down so I'm holding the back of her thigh, angling her hip for him. He glances at me, connecting with me again so that we are all together all at once.

Just as he reaches her sweet, tight pussy, I begin nudging at her back entrance, wetting the tip of my cock liberally with saliva so that it slides easily between her full, ripe cheeks.

She moans deeply, shuddering, stiff for just a moment and then relaxing. Dillon enters her gingerly, just testing her, just breaching her and teasing himself too. He likes to savor the moment, to wait for her to want him more, to push herself onto him.

And she does. Her hip swivel as she moans, and she begins pulsing, grasping at him with her sex, drawing him deeper. I feel her grasping at me too, opening up, allowing me to enter her from behind.

Her hand drifts over my hip as she pulls me, silently begging me to plunge deeper into her, but I go slow as I can, waiting until I feel her muscles relax. She’s so tight I know I'm the first one to ever explore her, that we're the only ones to ever open her up this way.

She was made for this. We were all made for this. We rock together, each finding our own pleasure, each using the others to leverage our desires until we all climax, clenching and grunting, wringing every drop from each other, then falling in a heap.

Chapter 33

Bella

When I roll over in the morning, groggy and still half inside the dream, I’m surprised to find my fingers sliding along the empty bedsheets. I'm alone, but it feels weird. I expected to wake up in their arms, pressed between them again, nestled in that warm, safe space.

Which is... insane, I remind myself. “Safe” is probably the last word I should be using to describe that space. But I keep getting pulled into their gravity. Something comes over me when I’m around them. A throbbing, gnawing hunger. I know I said I didn’t want to get really involved but… it feels too good.

That’s it. It just feels good. A nice benefit of the job and nothing more, I remind myself. A risk-free fantasy to live out, no matter how temporary it might be.

I hear my cell phone jingling in my purse as I roll back over and try to piece together getting home. Obviously, it happened, because here I am. When and how it happened, is a little harder to figure out.

Squinting until the numbers on my alarm clock become clear, I realize it's one in the afternoon. And then it all comes back to me, clear as crystal.

We made love — I mean, had sex — over and over. Really good stuff. Crazy like we were starving for it. Once I felt it… I couldn’t get enough. How have I waited this long? I guess I was scared. I never thought two men would push me over the edge into becoming what I am now, a non-virgin… But it’s an amazing feeling. It’s delicious, a full-body satisfaction. As long as I don’t allow myself to get emotionally involved, it should be fine. That’s what a safe space is.

I trail my hand over my body, remembering, as my insides clench in a sudden, dreamy way, echoing the pleasure of the night before.

At some point we were exhausted, and they fell asleep on either side of me, their arms draped over my middle while I slept on my side, curving myself to fit between their bodies, feeling myself almost snap snugly into place.

Soon they were snoring, and the sound filled the air beneath the heavy, lux

urious blankets. It reminded me of a lion’s den or a wolf’s den, or some other kind of communal habitat. Perfectly wonderful.

I slept until dawn, and when I woke we all seemed to wake up at the same time. Dillon pushed my hair off my forehead and kissed it tenderly while Emmet squeezed my shoulder and nibbled the back of my neck. I slid to the foot of the bed and off, pulling my dress slowly around me and tying it, not really in any hurry, as Emmet summoned his driver for me.

We kissed each other goodbye and I left their building, riding in the back seat of the chauffeured car along practically deserted city streets, watching the sun turn everything pink and then bronze. A beautiful Chicago morning, after a beautiful Chicago evening.

Sometimes it really is like a fairytale.