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Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Insta-Love Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 80197 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
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"I can't," she says. "Oh fuck. Oh… don't fucking stop." It's a garbled mess of different statements that makes me chuckle.

"Make up your mind, girl."

She pinches my nipple, which shocks me at first but actually feels good. "You try fitting two massive dicks inside you, and then we'll talk. Oh…Oh…" Her eyes roll as Dornan mashes her pelvis into mine. Her clit must be rubbing against me with every thrust.

"She's close," I gasp, as the tight clench of Celine's pussy steals my breath, then it's rippling and rippling as she digs her nails into my arm.

I don't get even a second to relax into her pleasure.

"I'm fucking close," Dornan gasps.

"Just… don't fucking stop." I sound like Celine does when Travis has his tongue hovering over her pussy, but I don't care because my dick feels like the top is about to blow off, and I know my impending orgasm is going to be record-breaking.

"Fuck…" Dornan roars.

Celine turns to watch what her body has achieved; Dornan, looming over her like Thor, his face twisted with pleasure-pain like he's about to destroy a legion.

I close my eyes as my own pleasure surges. I lose control, thrusting up into Celine as Dornan withdraws. I roll her until I'm on top, crashing my mouth into hers as everything that's been building spills out of me in wave after wave.

"Fuck…Celine…fuck…"

More pounding against the wall makes us all look in the same direction. I laugh because this situation is fucking crazy. I have two naked men in my dorm room and one woman who probably won't be able to walk for a week.

Celine reaches out for me. "Elias."

My head spins with alcohol and hope.

Up until tonight, we've been playing stupid games, but this feels different.

They came to find out if I was okay, my mind whispers. They didn't have to do that.

It shows a level of care beyond what games should involve, but believing is hard for me. Hoping for more feels impossible. My own parents don't give a fuck about me. Why would these three people?

"Elias?" Travis's voice cuts into my racing thoughts. "You okay, dude? You look gray?"

I touch my forehead as the spin seems to get worse. Celine touches my forehead, too. "He doesn't feel hot. It's probably just the alcohol. Are you okay?"

Three people's attention is all on me, and I don't like it. It's like having a microscope aimed in my direction. Fuck.

I pull Celine into a searing kiss, driven as much by my fear as by my desire.

Sex is the only safe place for me when these three people are around me.

Sex is a place where I can hide from my ghosts and from my hopes, but for how long.

20

TRAVIS

After we make sure Elias is okay, forcing him to drink two glasses of water and eat two slices of bread, Dornan decides to walk home for the fresh air, and I drive Celine back to her dorm.

I say goodbye and yawn halfway through, and she insists that I sleep at hers rather than drive home. It's sweet that she's worried for my safety and even sweeter that she wants me to snuggle up in her bed and fall asleep.

I lay awake with her in my arms, wondering what the hell I'm doing when I made so many mistakes the last time I got into a situationship. I touch her face, marveling at the red of her eyelashes that cast pretty arcs of shadow over her cheekbones. Her lips are pouty when she sleeps.

Tonight was good for many reasons.

Hearing Celine and Dornan's concern when I pointed out that Elias had left dispelled some of my concerns about this complicated situation. The sex is epic, not only when it's me and Celine but when the others are involved, too. We laugh a lot together like I used to with my best mates.

I'm still friends with Dalton, Kain, and Blake, but since they fell in love with my sister, they have less time for me. I'm happy for them, but it's an adjustment.

If I was a sensible man, I'd walk away from this four-way confusion.

What good can come from catching feelings for a woman who quite obviously has feelings for other men? They might be willing to share her while we play games, but how long until they want her for themselves? And what kind of friendship could I develop with two men who've shared a woman with me? This would make the world's weirdest friendship origin story.

The pipework in the dorms makes strange clunking and gurgling noises. Someone, somewhere in the building, is showering or flushing a toilet. My feet hang off the end of Celine's bed, and I feel like Daddy Bear in Baby Bear's bed, an imposter in a life not meant for me.

I'm supposed to be past this.

I'm supposed to have my shit together, but I obviously don't.


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