Something about knowing he has his hand on his dick makes me even harder. The idea of Shane jacking off, the idea of our girl just down the hall, so close yet so far from where we want her...need simmers under my skin and my hand skates below my waistband. “Do you think she’s doing the same thing? Trying to be quiet with her finger on her clit thinking of us?”

“Oh, fuck. I love that little button-clit. Fuck.” His voice is raspy. The way it gets when he’s fucking her.

I love the sounds he makes when he’s getting close to filling her up. The way he grunts like he’s more animal than human. Sometimes, I make him slow down, tell him he has to wait. And hell if he doesn’t do what I say. Jesus. I’m getting off on him, aren’t I? She’s not even in the room, and I want to be part of his orgasm.

When I close my eyes, I can see his dick. I know exactly what it looks like. The color of it. How it looks soft. How is looks hard. How it looks after he pulls out of Penelope and he’s coated from all three of us.

For one second, I think of turning on the light. Of watching him fist his cock.

I know this isn’t normal best friend stuff, but so many lines have been crossed already.

I can hear the slide of his palm on his dick. My eyes roll back in my head.

“Is talking about her making you hotter, Shane?” I prompt. “I’ve seen how much pre-cum you make, your hand is probably wet underneath the covers right now, isn’t it?”

He makes a strained noise. I don’t know what I’m doing, but I want to bring him there. My own cock is throbbing in my hand as he grunts.

“You know, I love watching you fuck her. The way her pussy gets all puffy around your dick.” I close my eyes. I can smell him. “Switch hands. Don’t come yet.”

“Fuck, Fletch,” he growls, but I know he does what I tell him to do. He always does. “I watch you too. You really stretch her man. Your big, fat horsecock. God, I’m going to—”

“Not yet.”

“When are you going to let me? Shit. I need to come.”

“Not—” A triangle of light on the wall interrupts my demand.

“Guys?” Penelope whispers from the doorway.

I sit up. “Baby, what are you doing in here?”

“Jenna’s asleep. Your parents are asleep.” She closes the door behind her. My eyes adjust to the darkness again, but I can clearly tell she’s taking off her top. “I need you. Both. Now.”

Chapter Twenty-One

“If Jenna figures out where you are...”