“Who cares what anyone else thinks?” Vin interrupts, with such fire in his voice that I turn to look at him. His dark eyes sear into mine before he dips his head and presses a gentle kiss to my lips. “All that matters is how we feel.”
“How do we feel?” I ask, my voice soft. Weak.
“Speaking for myself?” Anthony cups my chin gently in his fingers. Tilts my face to his and brushes his lips against mine, a feather-light kiss. “I want to be with you.”
“But…”
Vin interrupts, running his fingers through my hair. “And so do I. This isn’t just sex, Cassidy. Not for us.”
“It isn’t for me, either,” I admit, biting my lip as I look back and forth between the guys. “But it’s… I’ve never felt like this for anyone, and now…”
“Does it matter that there’s two of us?” Anthony asks, lifting an eyebrow. “If we both love you?”
My breath catches in my throat. I can’t have heard that right.
But Vin is smiling now, twining his fingers through mine as Anthony takes my other hand. “We love you, Cassidy,” Vin says, and my heart feels like it could burst in my chest, this feels so right. So perfect.
“Cass?”
Shit.
All three of us freeze in place. I lift my head to find Nita striding around the corner of the building. Her mouth actually falls open as she takes us in, all three of us sitting against the building, the guys pressed against either side of me, our hands entangled.
And here it is. The moment I dreaded. The real world finding us out. Stopping us. I steel myself for the anger, the accusations, the freaking out at how strange this situation is.
Instead, I feel my own mouth dropping open as my best friend starts to laugh.
“Nita?” I ask, but she’s shaking her head, beaming at me, and I’m so confused.
“Cass.” She heaves a huge sigh and sinks to a crouch in front of us. “I get it now. Why didn’t you tell me sooner you liked both guys?”
Anthony and Vin tighten their grips on my hands, and when I glance between them, they’re both smirking now, relieved that we don’t have to hide anymore.
Nita tilts her head, a spark in her eyes. “If you explained the whole situation sooner, I could’ve given better advice, you know.”
Vin nudges me with an elbow. “We did try to convince her to tell you.”
“But you know what she’s like,” Anthony adds.
Nita laughs again and rolls her eyes. “Stubborn as ever. That’s what we all love about her though, right?”
“Definitely.” Vin stands beside me, pulls me to my feet, and Anthony stands beside us.
“Now,” Nita says, one hand on her hip as she surveys us. “Can we please get back to quizzing our girl here, before she flunks out of bio?”
I laugh, relieved and still blown away by the guys’ revelations, my heart pounding triple-time in my chest as the three of us follow Nita around the building, into the middle of the quad, our hands still clasped. Vin is right. Who cares what anyone else thinks? As long as we’re happy.
“Okay,” I agree. “I’m ready to actually focus again.”
“That’s my girl.” Anthony plants a kiss on my cheek and I swear I could melt right here.
Maybe I was wrong. Maybe the guys don’t need to be a distraction—they can be my biggest support as I tackle this whole college life.
7
This is it. Moment of truth. My final exam results.
I hold my breath. Nita is back on her campus but we quiz each other over Skype as often as possible, and the guys have done their fair share of pep-talking me—not to mention coming up with some pretty creative rewards for when I do well on the practice tests. My personal favorite game was the one where the guys would remove one item of clothing for every question I answered right. And then, after I got all those answers down, they would remove one item of my clothing for every subsequent answer… And then I earned a long, slow taste of their tongues against my bare skin, for every full test I scored high on…
I shiver and shake my head. We’re in our dorm room, Anthony and Vin seated on the bed behind me as I crouch on the floor, both watching me as I hold my breath and stare at the laptop.
“Just open it,” Vin urges.
“It’s like a band-aid. One quick rip and it’s done,” Anthony agrees.
I close my eyes.
“You did great,” Vin adds. “I’m sure of it. You worked so hard.”
“Go on, one click.” Anthony reaches across my lap for the mouse, but I shake him off and hit the refresh button.
And there it is. My final score for the last test of my first semester, in the class I care the most about.
Perfect 100.
“Ha!” I cry out, half in relief, half in sheer joy.
“Fuck yes!” Anthony pumps the air, and Vin slaps my shoulder, shouting along with him.
“You know what this means,” Vin adds, prying the laptop from my lap and sliding down onto the floor next to me.
“I don’t have to drop out of college?” I reply, still laughing with relief.
Anthony laughs and drops to the ground beside us, caressing my shoulder. “Well, yes. But also…”
“Time to celebrate,” Vin finishes, his hands already on the clasp of my jeans, and a fiery spark in his eyes.
I spread my legs and let him pull my jeans down, though as he does, I grab the hem of his shirt and draw it over his head. “My favorite kind of celebration,” I reply, running my hands over his cut muscles. Beside me, Anthony tugs my shirt off, and I turn to pull off his as well, savoring the feeling of their smooth, strong skin against mine as they pull me up to my knees between them.
I will never get tired of this sensation, feeling both guys kiss their way down my chest as I run my hands along their bodies. Before long, all three of us are naked, and I close my eyes, giving myself over to the guys.
“We can’t get enough of you, Cass,” Vin whispers into the crook of my shoulder as Anthony traces his tongue along the outline of my hip.
I thought we’d done everything, explored each other’s bodies in every way possible, Anthony going down on me as I sucked Vin’s cock, or Vin fucking me while Anthony swirled his tongue over my nipples and fingered my clit, making me come again and again as they worked over my body.
But I should know by now that my guys always have something new in mind.
“We want to try something different tonight.” Anthony sits up to kiss my neck, at the spot where my neck meets my jawline, while he grips my hips tightly.
“We want to fuck you.” Vin swirls his tongue over my already-hard nipple, and slides a finger between my thighs, trailing it up, up, closer and closer to my pussy, but not quite touching me yet. “Both of us.”
“At once,” Anthony finishes, and his hand drops to grip my ass tightly as I realize what they’re suggesting.
Double penetration. My heartbeat pounds in my ears, and even though I can already feel myself getting wet from their touches, my breath catches with nerves, too.
But everything they’ve done to me so far has been amazing. I trust them. And I want them, too. Both of them. At once.
I turn to cup Anthony’s face, enjoying the feeling of his stubble against my palms as I pull him into a deep, slow kiss. “Yes. I want you both inside me,” I breathe against his mouth.
Vin is already on his knees in front of me, spreading my thighs with his strong hands and running his tongue up my legs where his finger had been before. He licks across my mound, traces his tongue along the line where my thighs meet my hips. Teasing, slow. He always knows how to get me going.
Anthony, on the other hand, slides away from me. For a moment, I let out a gasp of protest, missing his warm skin against my back.
“I’m right here,” he says, anticipating why I gasped, and then he’s back, and I feel the cool sensation of liquid against my ass, then sliding between my cheeks. It’s only cold for a second before it warms between my skin and the sensation of Anthony’s fingers parting and rubbing my ass. “I told you, didn’t I, Cass?” I can feel his grin against my ear as he nips at my earlobe. “I want to claim your ass.”
His fingers circle my tight entrance, getting warmer every moment.
Oh. Warming lube.
I swallow, still tense, but he knows me too well by now.
“Relax.” He kisses my neck, my shoulder, nips at my arm lightly. “Do you trust me?”
“Of course I do—” my words end in a sharp gasp as Vin runs his tongue across my clit directly. The sensation makes my hips jerk forward, and I drop one hand to run my fingers through Vin’s hair. “Fuck,” I murmur, distracted.
That’s exactly what the guys were going for. As Vin tongues my pussy, sliding his tongue inside me, curling it against my walls, Anthony gently presses his finger into my ass. I groan at the feeling, sharp at first, but the pain soon spreads into a pleasant sensation as he pushes his finger deeper inside.
“You are so fucking sexy,” Anthony purrs into my ear, his lips warm against my skin.
Vin shifts to run the flat of his tongue over my clit, pushing a finger into my pussy as well and curling it to run along my front wall. He knows exactly how to reach my G-spot, and he strokes it slowly as he tongues me faster, harder. I arch my hips against his face and cry out as Anthony slides another finger into my ass.