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  She’s riled and I can’t stop staring at how her chest is reddening with each word and how her tits bounce as her breath heaves in and out.

  “Um, Liv, that might just be you,” Erika interjects.

  Livvie’s head twirls toward her friend. “What do you mean?”

  The smaller girl shrugs. “Football players aren’t really my thing. No offense.”

  “None taken.”

  “I’m offended,” Livvie declares. “How can you not like football players? I mean, have you seen Levi’s body? It’s like he’s been chiseled out of marble. Show her, Levi.” My girl tugs at the bottom of my T-shirt. I bat her hands away. Livvie giggles and tries again.

  Beside us, Erika gasps. “Did you hear that?”

  The fear in her voice has me straightening immediately. I shove Livvie behind me. “Hear what?” I demand.

  “I-I thought I heard a-a-a bear. I heard something growl,” she exclaims. “Over there.”

  She points slightly to the rear of us into a collection of trees. I peer into the darkness but don’t see anything. I calculate my odds. I’ve got two girls—one of them who means the world to me. I could stay and fight or I could hustle them home to safety. I opt for the latter.

  “Erika should come home with us,” Livvie announces.

  I tamp down a feeling of irritation at my private time with Livvie being interrupted by her roommate. A woman’s safety is more important than getting my dick wet. “Sounds like a plan.”

  “Let’s stop for ice cream. We can make banana splits,” Livvie suggests.

  Erika nods in eager agreement.

  “Hey, Audley,” I hear behind me.

  I spin around and hold my arms out to shield the girls. When my eyes fall on Tank, I relax and offer my hand in greeting. “Tank, my brother. What’s up?”

  He comes forward and greets me, bumping my shoulder with his. “Nothing. Good game, by the way.”

  “Thanks.”

  “I’ll take the little one off your hands. I’m heading to her dorm anyway.”

  “Oh, she’s not going to her dorm,” Livvie pipes up. “We’re taking her home with us.”

  “I mean, maybe she wants to go to her dorm,” I say. Tank’s a good guy. In fact, I think Zeke asked him to walk Erika home from the party.

  “She doesn’t.” Livvie threads her arm through her friend’s elbow. “She wants to come and have banana split sundaes with us, don’t you, Erika?”

  “I mean, well, I guess?” Erika doesn’t sound sure.

  Before any of us can get another word out, Tank has Erika draped over his shoulder, one arm clamped around her legs and the other palming her ass. “Like, I said. I’m headed to Erika’s dorm anyways. See you around.”

  He takes off with Erika pounding tiny fists against his back, which I’m sure he’s not feeling.

  “Hey, come back here!” Livvie yells. She turns to me. “Go after them.”

  “Ah, I don’t think that’s a good idea.” Tank’s halfway to the dorm already. He moves fast for a big man. I’m surprised.

  “The bad idea is letting some…Neanderthal run off with her. She’s my roommate and it’s my duty to protect her.”

  “I think she’s okay.” I point at the outline of the couple. Erika’s no longer being carried fireman-style over Tank’s shoulder. Instead, he’s lowered her to his chest and she’s got both arms wrapped around his neck.

  “Oh.” Livvie stares for a minute. “I guess we can check on them later.”

  “Sounds good.” I tuck my hand around her ass cheek and pull my girl closer to me. “Let’s go home.”

  My plans are back in motion. “By the way, your shirt looks cute.”

  “Really?” Livvie raises a sunny face to mine. “I worked really hard on it.”

  “It’s too pretty. I guess that’s the problem. All your wonderfulness is out on display and it makes me jealous. Sorry for making you wear the towel.”

  “So you won’t do it again, right?”

  “I never said that.”

  Chapter Five

  Olivia

  I wrap my arms around Levi. I can’t stay mad at my gentle giant, even as he admits he will likely do it again. Still, it makes a difference that he told me why he’d been upset about the shirt. Maybe it was a little showier then my normal stuff, but it was the twins’ fault. I had no idea that sex would make me feel so different. Knowing that not only one but two men worship my body makes me feel beautiful.

  Levi and Zeke openly showing their affection now makes me feel sexier than I’d ever imagined. They always want their hands on my skin and I always want them there, and the fewer clothes I wear, the easier it is for them to get to it. Plus, I’d be a liar if I didn't admit I enjoy teasing them. It doesn't feel so mean teasing them now that we can act on our desires. There isn't anything standing in our way anymore. We can do as we please. All of these things have added to my new-found sexiness. This new freedom is liberating.

  I stare back over my shoulder into the darkness and remember how Erika was carried off. I don’t get the opportunity to linger, though, as Levi is walking so fast that I almost trip over my feet trying to keep up with him. He doesn’t let me hit the ground. He sweeps me up into his arms and carries me.

  “Maybe I should carry you from now on,” he suggests with a serious face. He’s not even fazed by my weight or size; it’s like he’s carrying a pillow. His legs are so long that it feels like we’re moving faster than we are. It’s just that his natural stride makes his pace feel so much more brisk.

  “You think we should check on them?” I ignore his suggestion. If I give it any attention he’ll take it as an invitation to carry me everywhere.

  “You talked about getting Erika some boyfriends like you have.” He smiles down at me. “Tank is big enough to make up two.”

  I snort, because while that is true, I don’t see my men as “boyfriends”. When I moved in next to them, they were indeed boys by law, but they didn't look it then either. Calling them boys in any form is laughable. They have always been physically mature beyond their years. Their bodies were sinful to watch growing up and I’d done my share of watching.

  “Okay,” I concede, wriggling in Levi’s hold. I'm not trying to get out of his hold, I want to be wrapped around him and not cradled in his arms. He tightens his hold on me for a second before he realizes I’m not trying to get free. He allows me to shift myself to wrap around him the best I can. I bury my face in his neck as we head for home. The smell of his skin is comforting and it relaxes me.

  If he says Erika is fine with Tank, I’ll just text her later and make sure. Levi wouldn’t lie to me. “What are you going to do now that you have me all to yourself?” This time when I wriggle I do it to get friction where I need it most. He flexes his hand on my ass, tightening his grip there.

  “Try not to ruin that beautiful shirt you made.” His face is so serious, so I stop grinding against him and throw my head back and laugh. I have a feeling he is repeating that thought over and over in his head so that he doesn’t ruin my shirt.

  “If you rip it off me I don’t think I’d mind.” I bite my lip when Levi almost trips over his own feet. He rights himself and takes off running. I grip onto him tighter and nestle my face in his neck. I only mean to breathe him, in but before I know what I’m doing I’m licking and sucking on him.

  I moan his name when I try to move my hips. I hadn’t noticed, but I’ve been inadvertently rubbing myself on him to get friction against his stomach. He’s too big for me to wrap all the way around him. Kissing his neck and grinding on his cock at the same time is impossible, but I’ve managed to find the perfect friction. A girl has to use the hand she’s dealt.

  I’m so close to coming, but Levi then pushes me closer to his body, pinning me to his front. I’m no longer able to move. His fingers dig into my ass so hard that I secretly hope they leave an impression. I don’t know where the thought comes from, but I’m soon trying to move against him in the hope that I’ll
wake up tomorrow with tiny marks on my skin—indications of his barely restrained passion.

  I pull my head back to look at him. I barely get his name out when his hand leaves my ass and covers my mouth. He presses my back against a wall, trapping me. He moves his other hand to steady us against the wall. He thrusts his hips forward, making sure I can’t move at all. He begins to dry hump me right there up against that wall.

  It isn’t until I hear a familiar ding that I start to piece things together. My lazy eyes flick up to meet his. He looks pissed and like he’s about to fuck me into the wall.

  “Olivia,” he warns. I try to lick my lips but forget his hand is over my mouth and end up licking his palm. He stares at me for a split second before his lips come down on mine.

  His tongue pushes into my mouth. I feel him fumbling with the code box in the elevator. My mind is so wrapped up in him that I couldn’t even begin to help him right now even if I wanted to. I moan into his mouth and kiss him back as hard as he’s kissing me. I slide my hand up into his short hair, because my fingers are tingling with the need to touch him. I tug his head so he’s tight to my mouth.

  Levi is a sweetheart in his core regardless of his gruff, hard exterior. In this moment I’m consumed by him. I’m overwhelmed by his need for me. The Levi currently attached to my face is the one I usually see on the field. He’s not necessarily looking to be super sweet right now. That thought sends a shiver down my spine. He has that look he gets when he’s letting out his aggression either on the field or in the gym. I’m broken out of my thoughts when I hear the front door slam behind us. I hadn’t even realized we were inside the condo already.

  Moments later my back hits our bed. I don’t know how he’s managed to get us back here so quick. “Fuck,” he grits out and pulls back from me. I reach for him, wanting his weight back on me, but he’s hastily trying to get his clothes off. I’m no help. I keep trying to touch any exposed skin that I can. The only sounds I can hear are our heavy breaths, and my body is intoxicated by his need for me.

  He grabs both of my wrists in one hand, pinning them above my head. He pulls his shirt over his head with his other hand. I am greeted by the perfection that is his body. I only have a second to appreciate the visual gift he has bestowed onto my eyes before he is on me.

  “Levi!” I gasp. My body feels like it’s on fire. My pussy is aching for his touch—I can feel the need pulsing at my core.

  “I should spank your ass for that shit,” he grunts, going for his pants next and clawing angrily at the buttons. I’m not sure if he’s mad at them or me, but I nod in agreement. I’d gotten out of control. I don’t even want to know what the doorman thought.

  “Later,” I tell him. “Spank me later. Inside me,” I demand.

  I gasp when he grasps my shirt, ripping it like I’d suggested. “Fuck, I’m sorry, baby I’ll fix it,” he tells me as he goes for my bra. Thank fuck it clips in the front. My mind flashes to Levi trying to sew my shirt back together. His big hands would never be able to do it. I’d laugh if I wasn’t about to explode with need. I’m riding the edge of an orgasm.

  “Forget the shirt!” His eyes dart from the shirt he’d tossed to the floor to my bra and he pops the clasp. His hands slide up to where my arms lie above my head. A look of possession that flashes in his gaze. My hips rise at that the look. I want him to possess me everywhere.

  Levi doesn’t have to be told again. “I should let you rest,” he says as he strips me of my pants next. He begins kissing a path up my leg. I’m restless on the bed. Though my hands are no longer pinned, I still feel invisible bonds there. I suddenly feel his hot breath through my panties. He takes a deep breath and I know he’s breathing in my arousal. I lift my hips again, trying to make some sort of contact. I’m desperate for him.

  “Did I cause this wet spot on your panties, baby? You smell so fucking good…knowing I made your panties this soaked…” He stops mid-sentence and licks the wetness from my panties. He closes his eyes for a second. I almost orgasm at the sight.

  “Please.” It’s all I can manage to whisper out to him.

  He grabs hold of my panties and rips them off and my body, my lust and my love are bared to him.

  “We can rest after you spank me.” I have no intention of resting. I’m not even sure what he’s talking about at this point. My body is so hyped up that all I can think of is his cock pounding all of his pent-up aggression into me. I look forward to Zeke getting his ass back home, too. I know by that time Levi and I will be ready for Zeke’s bossy side to return and command us for the rest of the night in bed. I’m looking forward to them working my body so hard that I pass out. I plan to spend the rest of the weekend that way.

  “Yeah,” he agrees. He twines his fingers with mine, anchoring my hands to the bed once more. In one long thrust he’s filling me to the hilt. That’s all it takes and I’m coming undone underneath his powerful body. I’ve been on the edge of orgasm for too long. I can’t control the way my body reacts to him. Levi groans as my pussy locks around him.

  He shifts and sits up and pulls me into his lap. My ass hits his thighs and his hands engulf my waist as he thrusts in and out of me. His loud grunts and the sound of the bed hitting the wall spark another orgasm in me, rushing on the heels of the last.

  “Levi.” I grip the sheets under my hands, needing something to hold on to. I know this orgasm is going to hit me harder. My mind can’t catch up to my body’s pleasure.

  “Give it to me, Livvie,” he moans, and I feel some of his release inside of me.

  “Livvie!” He shouts my name in a plea this time. My eyes fly to his. I can see he’s trying so hard not to come. He wants me to come again first. I begin working my pussy faster on his cock. I’m in such a frenzy when the orgasm hits, my back bows off the bed. This orgasm is deeper and longer, and my pussy clamps down on him and I come all over his cock.

  My eyes drift closed as Levi falls over me, peppering kisses all over my face. “Rest,” he whispers in my ear. “Zeke will be home soon.” My pussy clenches around his cock, still inside me. This makes him chuckle. “You are a greedy girl.”

  I sigh in agreement. I always will be when it comes to them.

  Chapter Six

  Zeke

  It’s almost dawn when I finally stumble through my door. Lines of code are still whirring in my brain and I swear I’m still seeing matrix-like neon green numbers falling in front of my eyes against a black backdrop.

  “You had a late night,” murmurs a soft voice.

  My tired eyes land on Olivia’s beautiful face and the code evaporates like smoke. She loops her arms around my neck and presses her lush, sweet-smelling body against mine. I lift her up so I can press my face against her collarbone. God, she feels good. She has a puffy robe on, but underneath she’s got a silky nightie that feels slippery in my hands. I tighten my grip and slide her slowly up and down my frame. Her hands twine into my hair, nails scratching lightly across my scalp.

  I hadn’t realized that this would be one of the perks I’d have when she came to college. I’d spent a lot of time fantasizing about what we’d do in bed, but not much about what we’d do out of it.

  But this soft welcome-home hug? I could get addicted to that as easily as I am to her kisses.

  “You, too,” I mutter, pressing my lips into the hollow of her throat. Her heart beats steadily under my lips. That, too, is strangely comforting. I love Olivia, always have, but I didn’t know how great it would feel to be this close to her without sex.

  She drops a kiss on the top of my head and then wriggles free. She grabs my hand and leads me over to the kitchen table. “Sit. I know you’re tired, but I know you, so your head is full and you need to unwind. I made you a cup of tea. Drink this while I make eggs and toast for you.”

  I stare down at the pale brown liquid with a sense of unease. Tea? When have I ever drunk tea? “No coffee?” I ask, tipping the cup and watching a few dark pieces settle into the bottom.

  “You can�
�t have caffeine. You’re going to drink the tea, eat these eggs I’m scrambling and then you’re going to bed.”

  I make a face. “Levi loved the tea,” Olivia informs me. “He says he drinks it all the time for its health benefits.”

  “No way.” I’ve never in my life seen my twin drink anything but sports drinks and milk.

  “Yes way. It’s very beneficial. I gave you chamomile and it’s meant to help calm you and aid in digestion.”

  Fucking would calm me and aid in digestion, I think, but I keep that to myself. This is the first time Olivia’s made something for me, so even if it was cow shit, I’d eat it and ask for more. I tip the entire cup down my throat in one gulp.

  The tea tastes like leftover peanut juice, but I swallow it down because Olivia made it. She sets a plate full of heaping eggs and dark toast in front of me and slays me with a full wattage smile as she inspects my empty cup.

  “Good boy.” She pats me on the head.

  Suddenly, I love tea. While I’m shoveling the food inside my mouth, she gives me an update on her morning.

  “Levi left to run and then he has practice. He wouldn’t let me make anything for him. He says he eats something in the training room.”

  “Yeah, they all have special diet plans.”

  “Oh, that’s nice. So I’ll just be cooking for you and me most of the time? Will that change once he’s out of season?”

  “He can still get food from the training room. There’s always shit there, but we order out a lot too.” I wipe my mouth with the napkin and shove the empty plate away from me.

  “I’ve got a few recipes I want to try out. Maybe on the weekend,” she says as she wipes out the frying pan.

  “Just put the pan in the sink, babe. I’ll wash it later.”

  “Also, I need more of your, ah, tea,” I improvise when I see her hesitating. Olivia abandons the pan and returns to the table to pour me another serving. I stare at it and wonder if I look long enough it will magically turn into coffee. It doesn’t, so I gulp the foul stuff down in one swallow.