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the air slowly through his nose, his body settling further onto Destiny"s. Every muscle eased and with them, every nerve ending came to life.

He thought he might die of pleasure as those four fingers sank deep once more, bumping over his prostate, sending electric pulses ricocheting through his entire body.

He was close, so damn close, and then those wicked fingers slowly withdrew. Before he could draw his next breath, the thick head of Patrick"s cock pressed to his ass.

“Are you ready for me?” Patrick asked, his hands clenching Brandon"s hips and grinding him down onto Destiny"s clitoris and into her tight sheath.

Destiny gasped, her back arching, her groan a soft vibration to accompany the clench of inner muscles, running like glorious torture along his cock. Christ, Patrick had sent her over the edge to orgasm. Brandon couldn"t begin to take credit. He wasn"t even moving, frozen as Patrick worked him against her, locking him in her clenching channel as she surged against him.

It was all he could do to nod his head and ride it out.

Afraid that Patrick wouldn"t take that as permission enough, he gasped out his plea. “God, yes, Patrick. I"m ready. Fuck me. Please.” Patrick was fucking frantic to shove his cock deep into Brandon. Releasing Brandon"s hips, he watched how his hands shook, his normally coordinated fingers fumbling with the tube of lubricant as he quickly slicked up his shaft. Teeth clenched, he returned his clasp to Brandon"s hips, holding him still as he eased forward, wasting no time in pressing the head past the tight outer ring of muscles.

He froze when Brandon grunted. Fear of hurting his friend, of tainting this incredible moment, locked him in place. He wondered if he should pull out and prepare Brandon some more.

He got his answer when Brandon pushed himself back, forcing at least an inch of Patrick"s rock-hard shaft into his own ass before he stopped to pant. Brandon pressed back again and Patrick snapped out of his euphoric stupor and held Brandon still with the hands on his hips.

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Jesus. Brandon was going to hurt himself.

Brandon, though, was determined and tried to wriggle backward again. Christ. He was so responsive. So needy. Giving in to his lover"s demands, Patrick began to thrust.

Each drive forward was short, a sharp movement designed to ease him, centimeter by centimeter, into all that fucking tight heat. It would take forever to get himself fully seated at this rate and it would be fucking heaven for every second of it.

“God, Patrick, hurry the fuck up,” Brandon groaned, laughing a little. “Literally!” Destiny"s laugh was muffled by Brandon"s mouth as he captured hers for a devouring kiss. He watched how Brandon curled his hands around her shoulders, seeking leverage, an anchor. As soon as he had it, Brandon rocked forward, thrusting down into her and then back onto Patrick.

Holy Jesus. Brandon"s ass was vise-tight, but still he impaled himself, trying to take charge, forcing Patrick deeper.

Patrick wasn"t in the mood to play that way. He hadn"t waited this long to find heaven, just to surrender to it. His Cub would learn quickly he wasn"t just going to fuck his ass. He was going to own it. Just as he did Destiny"s.

Gripping Brandon"s hips until he knew he"d leave bruises, he widened his knees to plant himself firmly on the bed and rocked his hips forward as Brandon shoved back.

Two more inches of his cock disappeared and Brandon arched his back and yelled his name.

Patrick froze, terrified he"d hurt Brandon, but Brandon urged him on. “Don"t stop!

God, do that again.”

So he did. With pleasure.

Never had anyone taken him as quickly and with such abandon. Brandon was wild beneath him, Destiny groaning and writhing in response, her eyes wide as they locked with his. Brandon"s movements became more frantic as he threw himself back. Every inch lost to his tight, hot passage forced a grunt or groan up out of Brandon"s throat, every retreat was accompanied by a gasp. He was making a racket.

Patrick fucking loved it.

He fucking loved them.

With a forcefulness he"d never in his life allowed himself, he rammed himself into Brandon, his friend"s roar of pleasure bouncing off the walls, ending on a sharp grunt when his pelvis smacked sharply against Brandon"s firm ass.

He froze again. Only this time, nothing Brandon could say or do would make him move. Nothing in heaven or hell could stop him from taking this moment to absorb the sensations storming his body. His nervous system was blown wide open. The crisp hair on the back of Brandon"s thighs rubbed against the tops of his, the muscles of Bran"s glutes flexed under his fingers and against his belly. He was transfixed by the ripple of powerful muscles across Brandon"s broad shoulders as he arched his back and groaned, 143

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his hips still kicking as he fucked down into Destiny, the movement brushing their tight sacs together.

He started when Destiny"s slim fingers laced with his on Brandon"s hips, binding Brandon to them both. Blinking, his eyes refocused.

Sweet Jesus, Mary and Joseph, he thought with a shudder, now he needed to move.

He withdrew. Slowly. Brandon"s hot passage clung to him, refusing to let go. When he couldn"t take it any longer, he threw himself forward and back into all that glorious heat.

“Yes!” Brandon hissed. “Do it again.”

Destiny smiled and laughed and groaned all at once. Her dark eyes and pink cheeks glowed. “Yes, Patrick. For god"s sake, do it again!” Who was he not to listen to his brilliant and beautiful lovers?

He wanted to give them everything they asked. Everything he had. He set a furious pace. It wasn"t just the speed of the thrusts, it was the depth, speed and force with which he fucked them. It was how far he"d withdraw before plunging again. Brandon"s moans were a litany of praise, encouraging Patrick to be more uninhibited than he"d ever been. Destiny"s cries, her hands beneath his guiding Brandon"s hips, further shredded his control.

He

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