“So, you… You still want to be with me?”
“Always,” he promised. “We want to be with you. Both of us.”
My heart fluttered. Surely, I hadn’t heard him correctly. “Both of you?” My question was little more than a squeak.
He nodded. “Both of us. Marco and me.”
“But I can’t… That’s not…” I stammered, unable to form a coherent sentence. I couldn’t even formulate a coherent thought. I was suddenly far too hot in Joseph’s arms.
“I told you I was right about her.” Marco’s voice rumbled over me, drawing my attention like a magnet. “Look at that pretty blush.”
He stood in the doorway, watching me intently.
Joseph’s fingers trailed over my heated cheek, and electricity danced across my skin. My body hummed with awareness. I could feel Marco’s presence as keenly as I could feel Joseph’s physical touch.
“You were right,” Joseph agreed with him. “I should have listened.”
My head was spinning, and I felt oddly disconnected from my thoughts. Everything was surreal, as though this was a strange dream.
“But I cheated on you,” I told Joseph on a pained whisper.
“It’s not like that with Marco and me.” He was bizarrely calm. “I’m happy that you opened up to Marco.”
I stared at him, disbelieving. I must have drifted off, after all, because this couldn’t be reality.
“Kiss her, Joseph,” Marco commanded. “She doesn’t believe you. Show her how you feel.”
My gaze redirected to Joseph, gauging his reaction to being ordered around by Marco in this strange way.
Joseph’s aquamarine eyes burned with lust, and he leaned in to capture my lips with his.
Definitely a dream, I decided. There was no way Joseph would forgive me for cheating on him with Marco, and he certainly wouldn’t kiss me like I was the most precious thing in his world. He held me carefully, cradling me in his arms as his mouth caressed mine.
I decided to relax into the pleasant fantasy my mind had conjured. I tipped my head back, welcoming him to claim me more deeply. When his tongue swept into my mouth, I moaned in relief.
He doesn’t hate me. At least, this dream version of Joseph didn’t hate me.
A big hand closed around mine.
Marco. I recognized the feel of him now: his palms were slightly rougher than Joseph’s, his fingers thicker.
He used his gentle grip on my hand to guide my touch. My palm rasped against jeans, and I gasped into Joseph’s mouth. I was familiar with this, too: the feel of his hard cock straining toward me.
“Feel how much he wants you,” Marco said. “Feel how much he wants this. How much he wants us. Together. All of us.”
Joseph’s cock jerked beneath my hand, and he groaned against me. His fist tangled in my hair, and his teeth nipped at my lower lip, lighting up my nerve endings with a little hit of pain.
“That’s it,” Marco urged, his voice like dark velvet. “Stop treating her like she’s made of glass. She can take it. She can take both of us.”
I shuddered in Joseph’s arms, erotic tension rolling through me with visceral force. My pussy was wet and throbbing for attention, and he’d barely touched me.
They’d barely touched me.
Oh, god.
They were both touching me. Joseph and Marco.
And this didn’t feel like a dream.
This was wrong. Marco shouldn’t be here. I was supposed to belong to Joseph.
But Marco didn’t give me time to think about protesting.
“I want to see her,” he said. “All of her. Show me our girl, Joseph.”
Joseph’s hold on me shifted, and he guided me down onto my back. As soon as he broke our kiss, my thoughts became a little more rational. If I wasn’t dreaming, then I had to stop this. I had to stop them. I couldn’t betray Joseph. Not again.
I propped up on my elbows, bracing myself to scoot away.
Marco’s hands closed around my shoulders at the same time as Joseph’s hands gripped my bare thighs, and they both pushed me back down.
A part of my mind told me to struggle, to do what was right. But my body went oddly supple, my muscles melting under their firm touch. My eyes practically rolled back in my head as pleasure rushed through me. My heart pounded in my chest, and my pussy wept with my arousal. I’d never imagined it was possible to be this turned on. I ached deep inside, craving more.
“Relax, princess,” Marco cooed. “Let Joseph make you feel good. I want him to show me what you like.”
“Hold her wrists,” Joseph told him. “She loves that.”
Marco chuckled. “Of course she does.”
They were talking about me, discussing me. It should have been insulting, but their rapt attention made me squirm. They stared down at me like I was the most fascinating thing they’d ever seen. Two sets of intense eyes studied me: depthless black and stunning blue.
Marco released my shoulders so he could capture my wrists. His long fingers encircled them fully, and he drew my arms over my head. He squeezed slightly as he pinned my hands against the pillow, reinforcing his control over me.