“Okay, ready when you are,” Eric said.

Aggie laughed. She felt the head of Jace’s c**k touch the rim of her pu**y, and her laugh became a groan of torment.

“Slow,” Eric coaxed. “Slide it in real slow.”

Jace slid it in real slow. Aggie watched Eric’s c**k jerk excitedly in response.

“God, look at it stretch and swallow you. And she smells so good.”

Eric lifted his hands to rub his fingers up and down her belly. Aggie shuddered.

“Deep, Jace. Take her deep.”

Jace was already fully inserted, but he ground against her to drive himself deeper.

“Give her pleasure, Eric, or you’re leaving,” Jace said.

Eric’s fingers found her ni**les and stroked them persistently.

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“Does that feel good, Aggie?” Jace asked.

“Y-yes,” she gasped, grinding her hips to stimulate herself on Jace’s cock. She pulled forward and then rocked back to bury him deep again.

“I think she wants you to f**k her, Jace.”

“Yes.” She groaned. “I want it.”

Eric’s c**k lengthened and thickened as Jace began to move. Jace’s finger slid into her ass, and her legs buckled. “Yeah, Jace, that’s good. Tease my ass. Eric, rub my clit. Rub it.”

Eric rubbed her clit with one hand, and his other went to his hard-on. She loved watching Eric stroke himself while Jace filled her and dipped his fingertips into her ass. A single bead of pr**um glistened at the head of Eric’s dick. Unable to resist his offering, she lowered her head and licked it. Salty. Sweet.

“Oh sweet heaven,” Eric gasped.

Encouraged, she sucked the head of his c**k into her mouth. His entire body convulsed. Jace picked up his tempo, his thrusts deep and steady. He buried two fingers in her ass and curled them down to stimulate the head of his c**k as he thrust into her. Aggie cried out, gasping brokenly on the wet head of Eric’s cock. Eric stroked her clit faster—himself twice as fast. Jace vocalized his pleasure louder with each thrust.

“Make her come, Eric. Make her come.”

Eric wasn’t making her come, Jace was. His thickness. Filling her. Rubbing her. His fingers filling her further.

While her body convulsed with release, Jace slowly slid his fingers from her ass.

She lost track of the number of times she came. She sucked Eric’s c**k when she thought of it, but most of the time she was too delirious to pay any attention to what he was doing beneath her. Jace’s tempo increased, his breath hitching in the back of his throat. He pulled out at the last moment and came on Aggie’s back with a startled, sputtering cry of release.

“Did I just miss the money shot?” Eric asked. “Ah, f**k.”

Jace collapsed onto the bed beside her, still breathing hard. “Let me catch my breath, and we’ll start over. I’ll do better next time. I didn’t mean to come that fast.”

“Better? That was amazing,” Aggie said, still trembling in the aftermath of multiple orgasms. “Amazing.”

Jace lay beside her, unmoving, his eyes closed.

“Okay, okay.” Eric shuddered, spurting all over his belly. He groaned as he pumped his fluids out with a tight fist. “God, I needed that.”

When Eric went still, breaths still coming in trembling gasps, Jace forced his eyes open. He smiled gently at Aggie and tried to get up. He managed to lift himself on one arm before crumpling to the bed.

“What’s wrong?” Aggie asked.

“I think I need some breakfast.”

He’d overdone it again. “No more sex until you’re fully healed,” Aggie insisted.

“I’ll be okay. I’m just hungry.”

“I’ll go make some scrambled eggs,” Eric said. He wiped the cum off his belly and stuffed his softening c**k into his blue boxer briefs before heading for the door in his underwear. Eric should always walk around in his underwear. Dear lord, that long, lean body was some serious eye candy.

“Wait!” Jace called desperately.

Eric paused at the door and looked over his shoulder in question. “What?”

“Don’t get creative with the spices this time—salt and pepper only.”

“What’s the fun in that?” Eric grinned and left the bedroom, closing the door behind him.

“Aggie, you have to stop him,” Jace whispered as if Eric were on a murder mission. “Last time he mixed cayenne, cinnamon, garlic, and basil.”

Aggie’s nose wrinkled. “In eggs?”

“And I’m starving. I need to eat.”

Aggie kissed his lips and rose from the bed. “I’ve got you, baby. You rest.” She reached for her clothes.

While Eric pretended to be the Swedish Chef from the Muppet Show, Aggie monitored his progress and cooked the bacon. Whenever he reached for a spice to sprinkle in the huge pan of eggs, Aggie smacked it out of his hand. Eric cooked like he did everything else: to the beat of a different drummer with all the heart and enthusiasm he could muster. And while she expected things to be weird between them now (she’d just washed his cum off her belly, after all), he didn’t act differently around her at all. If anything, he seemed more relaxed and friendlier than before.

Aggie spread strips of bacon over a paper towel to collect the grease and dumped frozen hash browns into the bacon pan. She put a lid on the top to stop the grease from spattering.

“Why don’t you make some toast? The bread’s in that cabinet there.” He pointed with his spatula.

While she was occupied with opening the bread wrapper, Eric reached for the allspice.

“No,” she said, grabbing the bottle from his hand.

“It’s called allspice,” he said. “Doesn’t that mean it should be used to spice all?”

“Eric, add that crap to your own eggs after everyone gets their safe serving.”

“Safe? Boring, you mean.”

“Eggs are supposed to be boring.”

Jace opened the bedroom door and hobbled to the table. Wearing nothing but jeans and his sling (which he’d been using less, so its appearance must mean his shoulder was bothering him), he slid into the booth. Resting his left elbow on the table, he propped his forehead up with his hand.

“You wore his ass out, Aggie. Look at him.”

Oh, she was looking at him, all right.

“Shut up, Sticks,” Jace murmured.

The toast popped, and Aggie buttered a slice. She handed it to Jace. “Eat this while you wait for your eggs.”




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