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I swear, the second that fat head strokes over my clit I almost scream. I have to clamp a hand over my mouth to keep it in. I know I’m not going to be able to take him forcing his way into my body. I’ve gone all rigid and tight, and Brandon’s pushing down and down on his ass in a way that makes Tyler very heavy on me.

I really am trapped, I realise, and have no clue why this excites me even more. I’ve got two big men on me, and both of them are about ready to go off. I should be nervous, or at the very least tentative, but I’m not.

‘Just fuck me, fuck me,’ I babble and, after a moment I feel him, working his way in. Slow, at first, as I adjust around that swollen head. Then with more urgency.

‘Ohhhhh,’ he moans. ‘Are you really this excited?’

And of course I know what he means. I can feel how plump and flushed my sex is, how slick I am, and how easy it is for him, once he’s gotten past the first hurdle. He practically glides all the way in, so smooth and easy I could cry.

While Brandon holds himself above us both, waiting. Waiting.

I think it’s killing him to wait.

So I put him out of his misery.

‘Make me feel it,’ I tell him and, oh, he does. He fucks in once, hard, and Tyler in turn fucks into me, then all three of us moan, like some sort of chain reaction. Brandon’s cock shoves against what must be Tyler’s prostate, if Tyler’s response is anything to go by, and Tyler shoves into me.

I cry out and beg them both to go harder, before I die of wanting it. Oh, I want it. I want them both, right now, like this – hips churning and cocks as hard as iron, squirming and working sweatily over me until I really am dying.

Or coming.

Whichever comes first.

‘Mmmm, yeah you’re making me do it,’ I think I say, though I can’t be sure. I’m a mess of sensation, clinging to Tyler’s shoulders, feeling each juddering thrust, and then finally, finally: the pleasure lets go. It bursts around Tyler’s still working cock, prompting him into a kind of release I’ve never seen him give.

He doesn’t even make a sound when it washes over him. He just squeezes his eyes tight shut and opens his mouth, wordlessly expressing what I’ve just experienced first hand—the most incredible orgasm of my life. It’s so intense that I’m still feeling it a minute later, when Brandon grunts and tells us both what he’s about to do.

‘I’m going to go off,’ he says, like it’s some kind of miracle. At last, at last, he gets to come – and in Tyler’s ass, no less.

But that’s not the thing that I remember, once it’s over and we’re sprawled in a heap on the floor. Instead, I end up thinking of the look on Tyler’s face when I say to him what I found pretty easy to say to Brandon. I give it to Bran after he’s curled against my side, and told me those words again.

‘I love you,’ I say. ‘I love you.’

Then I say it to Tyler, too.

And after his eyes have gone all startled and his body has finished tensing, I realise something pretty fundamental. It wasn’t a joke, that thought I had. He really
is
an emotionless robot, enjoying the company of his two little sex pets.

And I’m a fool to imagine there’s anything more.

I’m sure I’m a fool.

I’m a fool, aren’t I?

Chapter Ten

I try to sneak out before both of them wake up. Mainly because I suspect – no, in fact I
know
– that if I say I need to go back home to get some stuff, they’ll try to stop me. They’ll suggest a road trip together, and then we’ll pile into the car and probably end up having sex in my apartment, too, and I won’t have a second to breathe.

I just need one second. A little slip of time, to get myself together and be certain that this is what I want, before returning.

Even though I know I don’t really need any time at all. I spent last night writing, for the first time in years. I didn’t think about the library, or my future – I didn’t even really think about Tyler and Brandon. I just thought about all the things my life could be now, if I wanted it enough.

I could have love, and sex, and happiness. I could actually work at this bar with my two best friends, and in the evenings … well. It’s pretty obvious what’s going to be happening in the evenings. And in the afternoons. And all the time.

Yeah, it’s obvious all right.

I’m going to be the sort of person I always wished I was. Soon, soon – once I’ve gathered my shit together and called the library and done a bunch of other things. Tyler’s said I can sublet, if I want, and live in this flat. But if I’m going to do that there’s got to be arrangements made.

And furniture brought over. They don’t even have a wardrobe, in here – though I think it says something that I hadn’t noticed until now. I hadn’t noticed a lot of things – like how closed off Tyler is, for example. I always thought he was really emphatic and open, an extrovert to Brandon’s introvert.

But I guess things just seem that way, on the surface.

He definitely looks all surface, when he emerges from the bedroom and catches me in the act. A fake smile plasters itself over his face and he does something Tyler-esque, like clasping the back of a chair in his two big hands.

Look how immense I am
, that move says.
Look how slick
.

Even if he doesn’t seem that slick in his words. ‘You going?’ he asks, and I can hear the other question, underneath.
For good?

Though for some reason, I don’t feel like jumping to his rescue. Clearly, he’s an emotional robot. He’s not sure how to have feelings. But equally transparent is the idea that he wants me to stay.

In fact, I can make it out so keenly that my insides jump for joy. Tyler, handsome and golden and perfect, wants me – Maisie the Librarian – to stay.

‘Well, I thought I might …’ I tell him, and then I do something very bad indeed. I don’t finish the sentence, and instead leave him to fill in the rest:
Yeah, I could be going for good. What do you want to do about it? What do you want to say?

Though I’m betting he’ll go with something warm but slightly aloof, like
You know I’m very fond of you, Maisie
– and that’s OK. It’s enough to let me know that I’m not just here for sex toy reasons, and even if he can’t quite go with it I can see it in his expression.

There’s something like feeling there.

‘So you’re not going to take me up on the job offer?’

‘Maybe.’

‘And there’s nothing I could do to persuade you either way?’ he asks, though it’s not the words that affect me. It’s the way he glides towards me, slow and almost predatory. I’m pinned to the door before I know where I am, but I have to say I don’t mind in the slightest.

I don’t mind any of this, and never have. He has to know I never have. I’ll never leave him, or Bran, again – not ever.

‘Make me,’ I tell him, and he does. He looks at me with the same soft eyes Brandon always offers, and says the words I didn’t think he could: ‘I love you. I love you – stay.’

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