He matches my smirk with one of his own. “Sounds to me you have some positions in mind, Logan. Care to share?”
Between us, Wren is a blushing wreck, trying to hide her face in her hands. I lean closer to her and whisper, “What do you think? You up for it?” As I ask the questions, I can’t help but lick my lower lip in anticipation. My cock is raring to go, hard as ever, and I don’t need to glance at Reese’s to know his is, too.
Wren doesn’t say a word, but then again, she doesn’t have to.
I lift a hand to her face and draw a finger along her mouth. “So many pretty holes on you,” I murmur. “I can’t help but wonder what you’d look like when they’re full.”
If she wasn’t a blushing mess before, she definitely is one now. A fast way to get her to blush is to whip out some dirty talk. Clearly, it was severely lacking in her old relationship. Doesn’t matter now; she’s with me, and by fuck I’m going to make sure she gets used to it.
And if she never does? Then that’s a bonus for me, because I love the way she blushes, just like I love the way she looks up at me. That look of hers… she doesn’t know it, but that wide-eyed, innocent look could bring any man to his knees.
Still smirking, I tell Wren, “On your hands and knees for us, now.” The way I say it, I leave no room for argument, not like Ithink I’ll get any. She moves slowly, doing as I instructed, and I tell Reese, “Get behind her. Fill that sweet pussy up. I want this pretty mouth.”
The other man on the bed doesn’t need me to say it twice, nor does he tell me off for ordering him around. He positions himself behind her, draws his hands along her sides and down the smooth plane of her back, until those hands reach her ass.
I know exactly how she looks from behind. Hint: it’s the stuff of dreams. Wren might like to wear baggy clothes, but her bubble butt is spectacular.
I wait until Reese pushes inside her before I get into position in front of her face. She inhales sharply at the sudden cock inside her, but I don’t give her time to linger on it. I get her hair out of her face before I weave my fingers through the hair on the back of her head and get her into position.
“Open up for me,” I tell her. “Open up wide.”
Her lips part, and I push my cock past them, filling her mouth just like that. I throw my head back and moan when her tongue drags around the tip of my cock. Reese chooses the pace with which he fucks her from behind, and I match it so as to not overwhelm her completely.
It’s a different type of thing, working in unison with Reese when it comes to the girl between us, and that’s not necessarily a bad thing. For us, for two guys who kind of hated each other not so long ago…
I don’t think either of us thought we’d be here with her, but we are. We’re here, and though none of us can see the future, I think it’s obvious that Wren will lock us together in a way no other girl possibly could.
She’s ours.
Epilogue
Chapter Twenty-Six – Wren
Two weeks until fall semester starts. It’s crazy how much has changed, how much will change, and yet, at the same time, how much everything is staying the same. This fall semester isn’t going to start the same as last year’s: I’m not in search of a new roomie at the very last minute after finding my long-term boyfriend cheating on me with my ex-best friend.
Nope. But I am having a new roomie all the same.
Now that I’m back from summer break, it’s time to move all of my stuff into Logan’s place. Yep, he and I are going to be living together. It’s a crazy thing to think about.
I left a lot of my stuff in my room over the summer. I really only took my clothes and my laptop and tablet home, so there’s a surprising amount of stuff that needs moved. Logan is up for the challenge, but Sloane and Elias help, too. Logan already emptied out one of the rooms in his house, a room that will be mine. I doubt I’ll need my own bed, but it’s better to have it just in case.
Besides, a quiet place to study, away from Logan’s needy hands, is definitely something that’ll come in handy, especially during finals week.
The guys are busy bringing in the heavier stuff, the bigger furniture for my room, while Sloane and I take a little break outside. We sit stand in the shade of the garage near the trunk of the car, sipping on some lemonade. Sloane must’ve gotten her long hair cut short recently; it has that new, just-cut look, and now hangs near her shoulders. It’s a stern, fierce cut, all hard angles, but it fits.
“If you would’ve asked me last year if you’d be moving in with this guy, I would’ve laughed so hard,” she mutters. “Then again, if you would’ve asked me last summer if I would invite a girl Inever met to live with me, I would’ve laughed then, too.” She sighs. “It’s weird. I think I’m actually going to miss you.”
The way she says it makes it more than clear she’s surprised by that fact more than anything else, and I can’t help but laugh. A random person might’ve heard that and taken offense, but that’s just Sloane for you, and if there’s one person other than Logan and Reese I’ve come to know the past year, it’s her.
“I hear you,” I say, pausing when the late summer breeze blows around us. I take a small sip from the glass. Very tart lemonade, but that’s the best kind, if you ask me. “This isn’t where I thought I’d be junior year, that’s for sure.”
“Satisfied with your new choice of major?”
It takes me only a second to nod and say, “Yes.” I went ahead with psychology. I don’t know yet how far I want to take things, but the mind is a fascinating thing—something both of my boyfriends have taught me the past seven months.
“Good.” Sloane runs a hand through her now-short hair. “You never told me how it went, when you introduced Logan and Reese to your parents.”
I think back to that particular day. It was, in a single word, awkward. Awkward because I didn’t exactly warn my parents about the whole two boyfriends thing until they both strolled through the door. I kind of… jumped the truth on them. Didn’t want to hear any lectures beforehand.