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Standing inside the open doorway, she watched Arden
get on her hands and knees, ass in the air with Cam behind her, eating her out.
The earthy musk of scent hit her nose soon enough, and Indy grunted softly. She
couldn’t help remembering herself in a similar position, Reno at her beck and
call, following through as she issued husky commands. It was one of the first
times they’d been together. He’d been a virgin, and she’d had to talk him
through what she wanted.

He’d been a star pupil, quickly
learning
her body, her likes and her dislikes, and using them to worm his way under her
skin.

Arden cried out when Cam pushed two fingers inside
her, and Indy blinked away the memories. Now wasn’t the time. Leaving the
bedroom door open, she made her way inside and took a seat in the chair at the
foot of the bed. In her position, she saw all the good stuff.
Cam pressing his thumb to Arden’s ass, his face wet and glistening,
Arden’s thighs trembling, her juices marking the insides of her thighs, and her
fingers gripping, twisting in the sheets.

Indy palmed her tits, kneading, pinching the
nipples. She bit her lip to stifle her sounds, not wanting to intrude on the
couple making magic in front of her. She sat with her legs apart, back
straight, pussy wet. Normally she’d be thinking of who she could get to ease
the ball of tension rolling down her spine, but she’d put off the truth long
enough. Now she could admit, at least to herself, that the only man she wanted
was Reno.

“Ah fuck,” Arden moaned from the bed. “Yeah, that’s
it. Make me come. Shit.”

Cam grunted in response. He thrust the fingers into
her, and Arden screamed, stiffened,
then
convulsed.
Sweat glistened on her skin, making it shine. Her eyes were droopy, face lax as
she gazed at Cam as he petted her. They
kissed,
Arden’s fingers in her man’s hair, his on her face. Indy smiled. The two stayed
like that, seemingly oblivious to her in the room, and Indy liked that. She
squeezed her thighs together, the wet evidence of her arousal sticky. After a
while, Arden broke up the kissing session by rolling off the bed. Cam stretched
out on his back, an arm under his head, looking on as Arden secured the
strap-on on her hips. She moved closer to the bed, fisting the thickly-veined
silicon cock.

“Come here,” Arden said to Cam.

Tough guy Cam didn’t hesitate. He got on his hands
and knees and crawled to Arden, looking up at her in silence, love in his eyes.

“Suck me.”

Cam went to work, bobbing on the flesh-colored toy,
reaching between his legs to pull on his nuts and pump his cock. Indy tweaked
her nipples,
then
worked a hand between her legs to
press a finger to her clit.

Head thrown back, Arden grabbed a fistful of Cam’s
hair and thrust, fucking his mouth hard. Cam drooled around the dick in his
mouth. He’d done that before, Indy could tell. He knew the techniques, had that
shit down pat.

Like
Reno
.
He’d been hesitant to take things in that direction, and Indy hadn’t forced him.
She’d simply allowed him to recognize how good it could be. Rimming him,
teasing him with a finger, that was all she’d done, and the next thing she
knew, he was offering up his ass, wanting to at least try.

She loved that about him. That he’d tried for her.
What had she done for him?

“Yeah, good boy.”
Arden praised Cam. “Suck that cock. Get it nice and wet so I can fuck you with
it.”

Cam shuddered. Hips snapping, Arden picked up the
tube of lube she’d dropped on the bed. She tapped Cam on the shoulder, and he
took it, lubing his fingers without taking his mouth off Arden’s cock.

Reaching behind him, Cam pressed two fingers to his
ass and sank deep with a groan both Indy and Arden echoed. That shit was too
hot. Stuffing a fist to her mouth, Indy circled her hole with the pad of one
finger then pushed it, eyes glued to the fingers in Cam’s ass.

Damn.

She lifted her hips, better access as she eased
another finger into her pussy. She thrust in time to Arden’s hips moving, to
the fingers Cam used to stretch himself. He humped the digits while fisting the
fake dick.

“Enough.” Arden yanked Cam off. “Turn around.” She
hurriedly lubed up the toy.

Cam’s movements were a blur, but soon enough he
presented his ass to Arden, who slapped a cheek before guiding the strap-on
home. Cam’s muscles bunched and flexed when he arched, head thrown back.

“Fuck.” He groaned the word, stretching it, as Arden
slid into him and bottomed. “Oh shit.” He pumped his cock.
“Argh!”

Indy fucked herself with three fingers, hips
jerking, as she greedily watched Arden take Cam. Arden pulled out, all the way
out, slowly,
then
thrust in hard and fast. Cam yanked
on the sheets.

“God, right there.”
He
canted his ass higher, cheek flat on the bed. “Fuck me,” he grunted as if
through gritted teeth. “Hard.”

Arden worked him hard, the slap of their skin an
added stimulus. Indy fucked herself, thumb sliding over her clit as she bit her
lip to hide her own groans. She’d thought watching Reno take her, watching his
ass swallow her fake cock was the sexiest thing ever, but this, watching Cam
and Arden was right up there.

Sweat shone on the couple’s skin, the candlelight
casting erotic shadows. She inhaled their scent with a shudder. Eyelids
lowered, she got off on that smell and the sounds, Cam’s gasps and grunts,
begging for more and Arden’s moans, her low but confident voice as she claimed
the man she loved.

Twisting her nipple, Indy bit down on her tongue
until she tasted blood. She didn’t want to come yet, but damn, she doubted
she’d be able to hold out much longer.

“Touch
yourself
,” Arden
told Cam. “Fuck your fist while I fuck you.” She yanked on his hair. “Do it.”

Cam did, and soon everyone’s groans were mingling.
Indy jammed her fingers into her cunt, shuddering at the wet slosh. She was so
wet.

“You
gonna
come?” Bent so
that her front covered Cam’s back, Arden growled in his ear. “You
gonna
come for me?” She punctuated the question with a
thrust. Cam pulled on the sheets. “Do it, come on my cock.” Arden pulled almost
all the way out then drove in.

“Argh!”
Cam
shouted out his release, and Indy came around her fingers.

She bit down on her fist, eyes watering, spine
tingling. Her pussy convulsed around her fingers, the muscles
spasming
uncontrollably.

Fuck.
Fuck.
She closed her eyes and fell back in the chair. That was a good one. She panted
silently, opening her eyes when she heard a thud. Arden had removed the
strap-on and was now wrapped up in Cam’s arms, kissing him like she’d die if
she didn’t. They rolled around on the bed, Arden on top, straddling him, his
huge palms cupping her ass. Arden humped him, and he pushed two fingers into
her. She let out a sound, a muted scream, almost immediately, but they didn’t
stop with the wet, sloppy kisses, with touching each other.

Indy doubted they remembered she was in the room,
and that was fine with her. She grinned and got to her feet. She swayed for a
second, before righting herself and creeping out the room. In the kitchen she
wrote a quick note telling Arden she’d call her, and stuck it to the fridge. Then
she fixed her clothes, made sure she was presentable, and left.

She drove back to her place feeling as if she were
drunk. Her limbs were one step up from spaghetti, and her clit was so sensitive
she kept squirming in her seat. Since she had no other prospects, she’d be
breaking out the
Jimbo
, the dildo, tonight.

As she pulled into her driveway, she made out a
figure leaning against her door. She frowned. The figure moved when she parked,
drew closer as she squinted.

“Reno?” Damn, did her heart just skip a fucking
beat?

“Hi.” He waved and offered up a crooked smile. “Can
I—” His gaze grew uncertain, wary. “Can I come in?”

Indy gripped the steering wheel. “Why?”

“We need to talk, Indy.” His lips twisted. “It’s
long overdue, don’t you think?”

Talk
. She
opened the car door, and he backed up. “Yeah sure, come on in.”

****

Reno waited until Indy walked by him, into her
apartment, before closing the door behind them and asking, “Why do you smell
like sex?”

She didn’t look at him when she tossed her keys onto
her kitchen counter. “Not really your business now, is it?”

He bit his tongue, stalling the angry words he
wanted to hurl at her. Hurt pounded in his veins, but he shook his head. Anger
wouldn’t help anything. “Then answer this, and I’ll go. Have you moved on? Is there
someone else?”

She opened her fridge and pulled out two beers.
“Where’s Jenna?” Placing one of the bottles in front of him, she didn’t wait
for him to take it before she made her way to the sliding glass door that led
to her balcony.

Reno grabbed the beer and followed. “Indy.”

She stood looking off into the distance. “Don’t Indy
me, just answer the question. Where is Jenna?”

“She’s where she should be, in New York with her
family and the father of her child.” He took a mouthful of beer then swallowed.
“I told you, we’re just friends, Jenna and I.”

Indy took a swallow of her beer with a nod, but
didn’t say anything else.

“Your turn,” Reno told her. “Have you moved on?”

She laughed. “Moved on from what? There’s nothing to
move on from. We were just—”

“If you say it was just sex, I’m going to fucking
break something,” Reno said. “For once tell the truth.” He walked over and took
her hand. “Please, Indy. For once, don’t push me away.”

Her fingers tightened around his. Her gaze darted
all over, never landing on him. “I have not moved on.
Haven’t
had sex
with anyone since you’ve been gone.”

“So why—”

“I had dinner with Arden and Cam.” She smiled. “They
wanted me to watch them.”

Reno gaped. He’d had no idea Arden and Cam were into
that, but he shouldn’t have been surprised. Indy and Arden were friends, and
Indy was damn kinky. “I know how much you like that.” He murmured.
“To watch.”

“Yes. It was hot and too much all at the same time.”

Reno squinted.
“Why too much?”

She pursed her lips. “It was—watching them made it
clear to me what I was missing and what I’d lost.” She met his gaze. “You and
Cam, your tastes are similar.” She grinned.
“Very similar.
It made me realize what you’d done for me, giving yourself to me and trusting
that I’d take care of you.” Her hand trembled in his hold. “I had to
acknowledge that I haven’t done the same. I haven’t done anything for you
except push you away.”

Reno didn’t know what to say to that. “I loved you,”
he whispered. “So it was easy to let you have me any way you wanted me.”

Her throat worked.
“Loved.”

The distress in that one word tugged at his heart,
but he hardened himself. No way was he going all in until she showed him her
hand. “Should I still love you, Indy? Should I still want what you’ve made
clear you don’t?”

She clutched his hand.
“Reno,
please.”

“Please, what?” he demanded. “Please shut up, please
go,
please
don’t say what you’ve been thinking?”

She shook her head then turned away, but not before
he caught the shimmer in her eyes.

He licked his lips and pressed on. “I’m going to
tell you one last time what I want, and Indy, you have only one chance to take
what I offer. If you don’t, I’m giving up and I’m moving on. You get me?”

“What—what do you want?”

“You.”
He
took a deep breath. Let it out. “I want a relationship.
The
two of us in a committed relationship.
I want to be able to walk down
the street holding your hand, kissing you without you turning away or giving me
the cold shoulder.” He cleared his throat. “I want you to officially meet my
parents, and for you to open up about yours and the sister you lost.”

She shook so badly Reno had to grasp her elbow and
lead her to the nearby chair. She sat down heavily, and he joined her.

“I want you to admit you love me, that you’ve always
loved me, and that you kicked me to the curb because you got scared.” She shook
her head, but he continued. “I want to move in with you.”

She jerked violently at that. “What?”

He smiled. “Can you give me those things?” he asked.
“I’m a grown man, old enough to know my mind, to know what makes me happy. I
haven’t been happy in a long time, but I can remember the last time I felt that
way, and it was here.” He waved at their surroundings.
“With you.”