He cheated i chose two firefighters novel Chapter 171

Chapter 171 A Bit Crazy

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I spend the entire fucking night listening to my older brother having sex with some girl. I can’t deny it- her moans sound sexy as hell. I stay hard for most of the night until I finally have to wrap my hand around my own cock and get myself off.

It has been a long damn time since I have slept with a woman–almost a full year. The last woman i am with is Anya. As far as I know, she is the last woman any of us is with, unless Clayton has been getting strange during one of his assignments. That wouldn’t be surprising. We have always preferred sharing our women.

It all begins back when I am a junior in college. There is a party, and my brothers are in town visiting, so we decide to go together. A blonde girl named Cece flirts with both Clayton and me at the same time. We are just drunk enough to accept what she is offering.

As we head toward a room, we run into Dylan coming out of the bathroom, and he simply falls in step with us. Cece is thrilled to have another dick involved. She is absolutely wild. She handles all three of us like a professional, taking us without hesitation. From that night on, sharing women becomes our thing.

Anya ends up being the most recent. She tries to turn us against one another, but we refuse to play along. We drop her fast and without regret. She does not take it well. She attempts to latch onto Clayton, who she truly wants, but he shuts her down and tells her to fuck off. She cries and even claims she is pregnant. We laugh at her because none of us ever come inside her–we always use protection. One–on–one hookups are rare for us, though they do happen. That is exactly what Dylan is doing now with some random girl.

When I return to my room, I sit on my bed with my laptop. I plan to review the answers to the pop quiz l give yesterday when I hear the moaning start up again. I groan and smack the back of my head against the headboard. I feel my cock jump instantly. Then I hear the sounds through the wall Dylan and I share. Her moans, cries, and screams grow louder. I shove my laptop aside.

I open the drawer next to me, grab some lube, and squeeze it into my palm. I slide my hand down into my sweatpants. I grip my cock tightly and let out a moan. I wish I could see what she looks like so l would have a clear image in my head. I try to picture her using the description Dylan gives me earlier.

The pounding grows harder, and I use my other hand to knead my balls. I yank my cock as the rhythm against the wall speeds up, my hand matching every thrust. She screams, and I grunt as thick ropes of my cum splatter across my stomach. I exhale deeply afterward. I seriously need to get fucking laid.

Dylan brings up the idea a while back of all of us being in a shared relationship with one woman. As I clean myself up now, the thought runs through my head again. I want that badly, and I know Clayton does too.

Clayton and I talk about it often while Dylan is at work. His only concern is the woman favoring one of us over the others. I understand that completely–I really do. None of us ever love Anya. She is simply convenient and sticks around the longest. Her mind games wear us down, and I don’t want to deal with another woman like that.

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I tell Clayton that next time, we can actually take time to get to know the woman we choose together. I know how he is. He is more reserved than Dylan and me. He is the strong, quiet type. I just hope the next girl we decide to be with can handle that.

I hear her giggle, followed by Dylan laughing, and it makes me smile. Dylan deserves a good woman. He and Clayton take the worst of the abuse growing up. They shield me from most of it, even from what Aria does to all of us. Dylan eventually pulls us out of that miserable situation, and since then, they have taken care of me. They are incredible big brothers, and I want them to have everything they desire.

I am fully on board with bringing a woman into our lives together from the very beginning. I hope this girl is the one Dylan has been searching for.

I step out of my room into the quiet house. As I enter the hallway, my foot nudges something on the floor. I glance down and spot a scrap of red fabric. I pick it up and realize it is a swimsuit. Being the pervert I am, I lift it to my face and inhale deeply. Jesus Christ, it reeks of pussy.

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Fuck, it smells amazing. I breathe it in even harder, and my cock instantly stiffens. I turn and walk into Dylan’s room. He hasn’t changed the sheets yet. I strip out of my clothes and pull back the covers, and there it is a damp spot on the bed. Fuck yes, I hit the jackpot. I lean down and breathe it in. The scent of sweet, wet pussy surrounds me. I groan and place the swimsuit directly over the wet patch. I open Dylan’s nightstand and grab the lube. I coat my cock generously.

I kneel down, spread my thighs, and let my cock rest against the fabric as I wrap my hand around the head. I fuck my hand hard, grinding into the soft, silky swimsuit. God, it feels so fucking good. Surrounded by her scent, I roar as I come. Cum sprays all over the swimsuit and the sheets beneath me. I laugh softly to myself. I can be a sick fuck sometimes. I have my own little kinks, and the guys know it. Thank fuck they never judge me.

I strip Dylan’s sheets and carry the suit to the laundry room, tossing everything into the washing machine. I take my sweats and pull them on again. I prepare another cup of coffee for myself and return to my room to grade the tests. Fuck, coming twice within the span of an hour has genuinely left me relaxed.

I grade a small pile of the tests I had, and then I choose to take a nap. I dream of soft skin, a light, tinkling laugh, and a voice that is sweet and smokey. I do not see a face, but I see honey–colored eyes that smile at me while a lush body settles onto my lap and begins kissing my neck. Then the dream shifts into night, and I dream of my brothers and me standing, observing a woman beneath the sheets on a bed as she sleeps.

Her face is hidden by a pillow case, but I can make out a creamy shoulder the color of brown sugar, perhaps a shade lighter. We are all jerking off as we stand over her while she sleeps. For some reason, I am able to feel the love we all feel. And it is love. There is lust as well, but it is mostly love. The woman on the bed stirs, and I hear her moan. Is she thinking about all of us?

I glance around; I do not recognize our surroundings. It appears to be a cabin featuring big, long windows, with yellow light coming from a chandelier high up on an extremely high ceiling. The chandelier is constructed from wood, metal, and glass, suspended by a black chain.

There are no walls. Everything is open, except for a bathroom. There are not even walls enclosing what

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I assume is the bedroom. It is just one enormous open area. A giant black bear rug lies in front of a huge fireplace. There is a nice kitchen equipped with regular appliances, and a dining area holds an oval dining table surrounded by eight chairs.

I look back at the girl.

“She is ours and only ours. We must protect her heart; she is vulnerable,” dream Dylan says.

“We should never be the reason that she is sad. She will be our everything,” dream Clayton says.

“We will love her, but will she love us?” I ask.

The dream shatters, and my eyes pop open. Love? I do not know about all that.