Chapter 18: Three

Emmett's hands settled on my hips from behind.

I was still sitting on Dex, full of him, and I felt Emmett's chest press warm against my back.

"Tell me what you want," Emmett said into my hair.

"Lube," I said. "In the bedside drawer. Dex put it there when he made the bed."

"I did not," said Dex.

"You did. I saw you."

"Okay, I did."

Emmett laughed against my neck, and the drawer slid open.

He worked me open with slick fingers, slowly, one and then two, while Dex held still under me and kissed my mouth.

I gasped into Dex's lips.

"More," I said.

"Not yet."

"Emmett."

"I'm being careful, Diana."

"Don't be careful."

He gave me a third finger, and I rocked back onto his hand, shaking, making a noise I had never made in my father's house.

"There," Emmett said roughly. "Say when."

"Now. Please."

He pushed into me from behind, an inch at a time, while Dex was still inside me.

It was too much.

It was exactly enough.

I cried out and dropped my forehead onto Dex's chest, and both of them swore at once.

"Breathe," Dex said. "Look at me, honey."

"I'm looking."

"Good girl."

They began to move, slowly, then together.

Dex thrust up while Emmett pulled back, and then the other way.

There was no part of me that wasn't filled and held.

I clawed at Dex's shoulders.

Emmett's teeth were on my shoulder blade.

"Harder," I said. "Both of you. Fuck me."

They did.

The bed slammed against the wall, and the pear tree scraped the glass, and I screamed their names with no wall to hide behind and no father upstairs.

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