Broken Compass

Then again, what’s new? We’re the tight fit experts.

Pushing a second finger inside, I open her up with slow, deep strokes, scissoring my fingers, stroking until she’s pushing back and whimpering.

Let’s do this. I meet Nate’s eyes over her shoulder.

He nods, his face serious, his gaze hooded and hazy with arousal. He lifts her leg a little higher and guides his cock into her.

“Oh crap…” She’s tensing up, arching back against me.

“Okay?” Nate manages, his jaw clenched tight. He sinks a bit deeper, and I feel him inside her where my fingers are resting. “Fuck, so tight.”

She whines deep in her throat. “West…”

I pull my fingers out and replace them with my cock. I go slow, so fucking slow. It’s excruciating and suddenly I’m on the verge of shooting my load.

The pressure is unbelievable. And dammit, yeah, I feel Nate’s cock inside her pussy, pressing up against mine through the thin wall between her pussy and her ass.

Holy shit. Nate is moving already, rocking, thrusting inside her, his eyes closing even as his mouth crashes on hers.

I fuck her ass doing my best to hold back, take it slow. It won’t last. She has my dick in a vise, and every thrust of Nate’s cock inside her pussy rubs against my dick, shooting sparks right through me.

Fuck, fuck, I need to come. I’m fucking her, fucking her at the same time as Nate, and I lean back to see where my dick is sinking into her body. Across from me, he pulls back, too, looks down where his cock is buried in her pussy, and groans.

“West.” Syd turns her head and I kiss her. She moans in my mouth, her hips bucking. Her body tenses, bows back, and she clamps down on my cock as she comes. I swallow her wail and hold on to her writhing body.

Nate gasps and jerks, his cock spasming against mine, and that’s it. My balls tighten, my dick swells painfully and then bursts, shooting load after load.

So much pleasure.

So fucking good.

It wipes me out, makes my limbs heavy, sweeps my mind clean. I ride it until it ebbs, all that pleasure, all the relief, until I can’t any more.

Pulling out, I haul her against my chest, grab Nate’s hand and drape his arm over her waist, and drop into dreamless sleep.

Chapter Forty-Four

Sydney

Music drags me out of sleep. I was in so deep, even though I blink my eyes and rub them to get the grit out of them, I’m still inside the dream where I’m holding Kash in my arms, with Nate and West beside us.

How much did I have to drink last night with Gigi? I remember having cocktails at the bar, finding a dealer, talking to him. I remember the dealer getting angry and then… a guy with wolf eyes punched the dealer in the face and told me to be more careful.

Only problem is, I still haven’t found the pusher I’m looking for. It’s a guy they call The Eel, and he’s just like one, always slipping out of my hands.

And then I came home and oh God… the sex. With the guys. Holy cannoli. Did we really do that? Did Nate get inside me? And West at the same time?

Oh yeah, we did. I feel it as I sit up gingerly. My nether regions feel abused. My pussy and my ass throb and feel tender as I maneuver myself to the edge of the bed, trying to not wake up my boys. The ache inside me reminds me of what we did and brings a smile to my face.

The music comes again.

A phone ringtone. Not mine.

“That’s… mine,” Nate mumbles, his voice full of gravel, lifting his head from the pillow. “I got it.” He grabs the phone from the nightstand, slams it to his ear. “What?”

“What’s going on?” West grates from behind me. “Syd?”

“Phone call,” I whisper.