Page 85 of Temptation
I threw the condom to the ground and fisted his cock, running my thumb over the swollen head.
“No, please,” Dylan cried out.
“Faster, Moonshine,” Ash instructed. “Make it good for him. Make it good for our boy.”
I increased the pressure on his base and stroked up and down in the rhythm of Ash’s thrusts. Dylan moaned, whimpered, and cried out every time Ash bottomed out and then slid back again.
“Come for me, darling,” Ash commanded. “Come for me.”
On cue, Dylan roared, his cum covering my hand as I pumped him. Ash joined him, his entire body shaking from the strain. I continued stroking Dylan until he fell face-first to the bed. His body trembled and his dick slowly softened until I stopped altogether.
Ash collapsed on top of him and turned his head to look at me. A smile graced his face, and I leaned down toward him. “Give me a kiss, Moonshine.”
I pressed my lips against his forehead first, then his temple, and finally against his lips. He smelled like sex, like lust, like violence mixed with love, and I never loved him more than I did now.
* * *
I wantedto lie in that bed for hours on end, with Dylan in front of me and Ash behind me, but I knew that there were more important things that we needed to do. Hell, the things we came here to do until all three of us got distracted.
Ash lazily drew circles on my hip, while my hand laid over Dylan, pressed to his rock-hard abs. He fell asleep shortly after I wiggled my way in between the two of them, and I could feel the dried cum on his skin.
We all needed a long shower.
Dylan didn’t say a word as I hugged him, but I could feel the tension coming back to his body. I knew that what happened wouldn’t sit well with him because of everything Judah filled his mind with, but he would come around.
He had to. I refused to give either of them up.
“Moonshine,” Ash murmured against my hair, his dick rubbing against my ass. “Do you hate me now?”
The question came out of nowhere, and without thinking, I turned around and threw my leg over his.
“Ash,” I started. “I could never hate you. I tried.” I smiled. “I tried so hard, but I couldn’t, because you live here.” I pulled his hand and pressed his palm against my heart. “Don’t look at me like that.” I frowned.
“Like what?”
“Like you’re guilty.”
“But I’m… I’m not—”
“What? Straight?” I asked and pressed a kiss to his jaw. “I don’t give a fuck.”
“But he’s—”
“He’s ours, Ash. Did you really think I would hate you for giving me what I wanted?”
His eyes slammed into mine, the clarity finally there. “You wanted this?”
I nodded. “I did. That night in the catacombs, I wanted to march down there and kill that girl with you.” He grinned at my statement. “I wanted to pull you up, to have you with us, but you were too busy getting your dick sucked by a random chick.”
“You were jealous,” he stated. “My little moonshine was jealous.”
“Don’t flatter yourself.” I huffed. “I just didn’t like her, that’s all.” But we both knew I was lying. My whole body burned with jealousy, but I knew I didn’t have the right to do anything.
I broke up with him. I left him in that library after he told me he loved me.
“Ash,” I mumbled. “I shouldn’t have left that night.”
“It’s okay.” His fingers went through the loose strands of my hair.
