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groaned and licked me from behind with even more passion.

In the meantime, with one hand I reached for Alden’s fly and through a tangle of jeans and boxers, got my hand around his erect cock. He moaned at my touch and sucked his breath when I licked a drop of precum from the tip.

There was a rustling behind me, and I realized Ty was opening his jeans. While I played with Alden’s cock, he reached down to play with my breasts.

“I’d like to fuck you, baby,” he said.

“Yeah. Do it, Ty.”

I heard plastic tearing behind me and a condom being rolled on. Ty positioned himself at my opening.

At the same time, I pulled Alden deep into my mouth until he banged the back of my throat, then pulled him back out again to run my tongue around the ridge of his swollen cock head.

In a slow but steady thrust, Ty was inside me, filling my pussy to its limits, his hands gripping my hips tightly. He rocked me back and forth, his cock sliding in and out, and Alden’s hard dick doing the same in my mouth.

It was perfect. The three of us shared a rhythm that hummed through my body, invaded on both ends by two amazing guys.

My orgasm started with a tickle and built until it left my legs trembling and my breaths coming in short gasps, even with my mouth full of Alden’s cock. Then, just as he started to spurt in my mouth, I exploded with a sensation that shook me from head to toe.

With a loud grunt, Ty pushed deep inside me one last time and held himself there, throbbing against the walls of my pussy.

The guys straightened my bent body upright and the two of them half-carried me up the stairs to Alden’s room. With a glance over my shoulder, I smiled as I noted the hard wood floor of his living room littered in clothing, as if three people had just had a very good time.

25

CASE

I couldn’t remember ever having been so pissed off about… well, everything.

Just when I thought things were finally falling into place, I found they weren’t. I was back at square one and possibly even worse off than before. If that were possible.

Which I knew, it was.

It didn’t help that this was my college buddies’ weekend away. They were having fun. I didn’t know that because I was there with them, participating and having a great time. Rather, I knew they always had fun when they were together, and my not joining them because of the mountain of shit I had raining down on my head pissed me the hell off.

I was in the office on a Saturday. With my mother. If anyone had asked me up till the moment my father died whether I wanted to join the family business and work with either or both of my parents, my answer would have started out by laughing out loud, and then been followed by a fuck no.

And yet.

My mom barged into my office.

Just like she always did.

“Honey,” she started as she helped herself to a seat in my office. Well, it was actually her office, too.

I stuffed the English exam I was looking at into my desk drawer and folded my hands on my desk.

“Hey, Mom.”

She shuffled together a pile of the papers she’d brought in with her. “Where are we with the old Buckner house?

For a moment, Esme’s face flashed through my mind. And for a moment, everything seemed better.

But only for a moment.

“You need to come over there with me, Mom. It’s looking good. Much better than it was. But hey, it’s no longer the old Buckner house. It belongs to Esme Rutherford now.”

As if Mom didn’t know that.

She sighed impatiently. “The reason I’m checking is that the mayor wants the work done on his house sooner rather than later. You need to put the Buckner… I mean, Esme’s house on hold.”

Was she fucking kidding? You never stopped in the middle of a project. Well, unless the money ran out.

And in this case, there was no money, anyway.

“Mom, we can’t do that. It would be a shitty move.”

“I’m sorry, Case, but we have the chance to make some good money with a very high-profile client. Either finish up Esme’s house, or find a good stopping point. You can always go back to it later. Or just finish it on weekends.”

She had a point. But I just couldn’t bail on Esme.

I’d grown attached to that project… and