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  2. Content Note
  3. A Note From The Author
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  56. Acknowledgements
  57. Also By Harley Laroux
  58. About The Author

She could have told me we were watching a documentary on the bowel movements of elephants and I still wouldn’t have moved a muscle. Manson moved closer from the far side of the couch, and Jess stretched her legs to rest them on his lap. Her back was against my arm and shoulder as she munched on her cookies and stared at the TV. But as the minutes passed, her shoulders slumped and so did the cookies. Then her head sunk down and rested against my shoulder, a soft sigh melting her body against mine.

I glanced over at Manson for help, but damn it, he’d knocked out too. I hadn’t been able to relax a single muscle, but as Jess’s breathing steadied, I dared to wrap my arm around her.

She fit perfectly. Like a puzzle piece tucked against my side, soft and warm. Her hair smelled sweet and slightly fruity, like strawberries.

But my scent was there too.

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26

Jessica

Morning greeted me with the sun warming my bare legs and the twittering of birds. I lay there for a while and watched them flutter through the tree outside my window, eyes half-lidded with comfortable sleepiness, warm and drowsy in my blankets.

I had a vague memory of being carried to bed last night. Lucas cradled me up the stairs, and Manson’s hand cupped the back of my head so it wouldn’t get knocked on the wall in our narrow hallway. I wasn’t sure how late it had been. I’d tried to stay awake, but the moment I settled on Lucas’s lap, my eyes grew so heavy that no amount of willpower could have kept them open.

I’d had more sexual partners in my life than I could count, but I’d never had two men at the same time. Out of all those partners, no one had ever gotten it quite right when they fucked me. Some had come close, sure. But my casual flings and one-night stands still left me with an unscratched itch. A need for something more intense.

But Manson and Lucas played with my mind as much as my body. They wound me up, building the tension, taking their time to set a scene. Breaking into my house, hacking the security system, hiding in my closet…and the way Lucas had begged for Manson’s permission to fuck me, looking at me like he wanted to rip me apart…

God, why was that so hot? The way Manson exercised control made it feel like the most natural thing in the world to submit to him — natural, except for the fact that everyone I knew would judge me for it if they found out.

Normal people didn’t do that.

Maybe normal people were boring.