That irresistible itch was back. A body was cradled against my back, a male’s hands cupped my breasts, pulling on my nipples, tweaking them, rolling them between the pads of his thumbs and forefingers. I arched into him, pushing my bottom into the hardness of his stomach, my mouth going dry at the feel of his rigid cock sliding between my legs. My soul had recognised him before my brain kicked in. Jerrell nuzzled the dip between my neck and shoulder, grazing his teeth along the line of my bones. I tried to move my hands, dazedly realised I lay trapped between both men for I nestled behind Quain’s long body. His breathing was so even and deep I couldn’t guess whether or not he slept. But if he did, too bad, it was past time for him to wake and tend to my needs. My niggling questions about their relationship, I banished to the far reaches of my brain—for the moment, anyway. The darkness was absolute inside the small sleeping chamber and it sure was cramped on the narrow bunk with the three of us squashed together.
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