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hadn’t brought any proper pajamas. She was going to have to sleep in
her sweatshirt and hope that Ethan could keep her warm. She was pretty sure he
was up to the task.
    He
sat on the side of the bed when she returned, his knees between the two beds,
his expression unreadable, though his gaze followed her. When she would go
around the bed to the opposite side, away from Zach, he caught her hand and
drew her to him, between his parted knees. She frowned down at him as he held
both her hands between their bodies, but he gave her no clue about his
intention. She wanted to glance over her shoulder at Zach, who sat against his
headboard, but didn’t want to look away from Ethan.
    Finally,
Ethan placed her hands on his shoulders and slid his hands around her waist,
beneath her sweatshirt, as he drew her close and angled his head up to kiss
her. She lowered her mouth to his as he stroked her spine with his fingertips,
and discovered this was no gentle good night kiss. Her pulse pounded as his
lips molded to hers, as his tongue swept along her lower lip before delving
into her mouth, as he lifted the sweatshirt to bare her breasts.
    Heat
shot to her pussy, and she pressed her suddenly-weak knees to the insides of
his thighs. He was going to let Zach watch. Jesus, the idea had her cunt
melting hot and she wanted to do it now, now, now. She broke the kiss long
enough to strip off her sweatshirt and toss it on the bed behind him before she
cupped his head in her hands and dragged his mouth back to hers. He coasted his
hands up over her breasts, flicking the nipples, rubbing his thumbs over them
until they were aching points, before he dropped his hands to her waistband. He
unhooked her jeans with ease, but she was too impatient to wait for him to push
them down. She backed away long enough to strip them off herself, leaving them
puddled in the narrow space between the two beds. When she moved close again,
Ethan closed his mouth over her breast, sucking hard on her nipple as his hands
rested on her hips.
    She
could barely catch her breath as excitement pulsed through her, swelling her
cunt, her breasts aching, her skin tingling. She couldn’t believe she was naked
in a room with two men. Any of the wild things she’d done before—the time she’d
fucked her high school sweetheart on the roof of her house when she was
seventeen came to mind—didn’t match this level of crazy.
    She
heard the rustle of fabric behind her on the other bed, and the sound of flesh
on flesh. Zach was touching himself. She wanted to watch, but didn’t take her
attention from Ethan. She had the feeling this was some kind of test and she
wanted to pass it more than anything in the world.
    Another
rustle, a creak of the other mattress, and fingertips caressed her ass. Not
Ethan. Zach had moved from his bed and was touching her ass as Ethan sucked her
breast. The sound that emerged from her throat startled her as she pushed her
hips toward Ethan. He released her breast and looked up at her.
    “Get
naked,” she managed, feeling empty and hot and mindless. “God, Ethan, now.”
    He
set her away from him—toward Zach, whose fingertips trailed up her spine before
he pressed his lips against the small of her back, his stubble scraping the
sensitive skin. Her legs quivered from the pulse of pleasure that shot through
her. She barely realized that Ethan had shucked his sweats until he lifted his
shirt over his head and closed his hands over her waist to pull her to him.
    Shamelessly,
she rubbed her stomach against his thrusting cock, then pressed her hands to
his shoulders, urging him back to the bed. “I want to be on top.”
    “I
want you to suck me.”
    Those
words from his lips surprised her, and she smiled. She eased down on the edge
of the bed between his legs, conscious of Zach behind her, watching her ass, no
doubt seeing how wet she was, smelling her. She lifted her hips higher, showing
herself to him. He cursed, and the rhythm of his hand on his own