“You want my brother, huh?”
I swallow. “Yes.”
Kade removes his boxers, lining himself up at my entrance from behind, his hands gripping my hips and pulling me back until I open for him.
“Well, now that we know the truth, that you want both of us,” he says between licks and sucks of my neck. “The question is can you handle both of us?”
I gasp, my pussy so wet and swollen I nearly come just from his words in my ear.
“Only one way to find out,” Jarrett says from where he towers over me.
And as his brother slides inside me, filling me from behind, I gasp.
And Jarrett slides his cock inside my wide-open mouth.
I moan around the fullness, both in my mouth and in my pussy, heart racing so fast I’m sure I’ll pass out or have a heart attack at any moment.
I can barely breathe, all thought lost as Jarrett groans, his head falling back. “Fuck yes, Jess, suck my cock.”
I moan again, taking him in deeper, and Kade groans behind me, kissing my shoulders. “She’s so fucking tight, brother.”
“Yeah?” Jarrett asks. “You should feel her mouth.”
“Not until I make her come,” Kade says, and as if on a mission, he wraps one hand around me to rub my clit.
“Oh, God,” I mouth around Jarrett’s cock, still as smooth and big as I remembered.
“You like that?” Jarrett asks. “You like when my brother rubs your clit?”
“Yes,” I pant, taking Jarrett’s cock in my hand as I let my head fall back. “I’m going to… Oh fuck… Oh fuck!”
My orgasm is a volcano, hot and all-consuming, erupting from the very core of me and covering every inch of my body in its wake. I writhe in my sheets with my eyes squeezed shut, heart racing, shallow breaths racking my chest as I fly apart.
And when I open my eyes, it’s early dawn, the sun barely rising over the city.
And I’m alone in my bed.
I let out a long gasp when my orgasm recedes, my body trembling, and I lie there for just a split second before I rip my covers back and scurry up to sit against the headboard.
I blink, over and over, my chest still heaving as I let myself come down from the wet dream.
A dream.
That’s all it was.
“Fuck me,” I say, letting my head fall back to hit the headboard. It all felt so real…
And that’s the fucking issue.
It felt real, and I wanted it. I wanted Kade. I wanted Jarrett.
I wanted them both at the same time.
“Jesus fucking Christ, Jess, what is wrong with you?!”
I run my hands back through my hair, still catching my breath. I stay there for a long while, until the sun starts shining directly into my room, and then I peel myself out of my damp sheets and waltz my still-swollen pussy into the shower.
The water is too hot, but I let it sear my skin as I stand under the showerhead. Then, I turn it all the way cold, sucking in a gasp and fighting the urge to jump out.
You deserve this, bitch.
I fall onto the tile floor, leaning my back against the corner and letting the water rain down over me.
I just told Kade I love him. And I do. I do love him. I love how caring he is, and how fucking goofy he is, and how he captured my heart when I didn’t even think I still had a heart to give.
And of course, I still have feelings for Jarrett. With how we ended, how could I not?
But enough is enough.
I have to let go of this fantasy.
A threesome dream? Really, Jess?
I shake my head at myself, but don’t make any moves to get off the shower floor.
No, I’m going to stay here, for as long as it takes to drop this fantasy of Jarrett. He was my past. What we had was real, that’s true. And maybe we would always love each other, just like we texted when we broke up.
But he broke up with me.
And I moved on.
And Kade has my heart now.
That’s all there is to it. Jarrett and I are done. We’re over.
And when I shut the shower off, I let the last bit of him that I was holding onto wash down the drain with the icy cold water.
EVERY GIRL HAS THIS unique feeling when they know they look fine as hell.
Sure, there are days when I’m in my sweatpants and a t-shirt with my hair in a messy bun and I’m like aww, I’m kind of cute right now. And there are days when my business casual outfit at work is color coordinated and fresh. And sure, there are nights when I go out with the girls, hair curled and lashes on, when all the looks from guys — and girls — as we pass lets me know I nailed the outfit.