The floorboard went quiet. Cameron didn’t.
His c**k stayed notched at my entrance, slick with Seth and with me, and when the hall stayed dead he pushed. Slow. One long slide that opened me wider than the others had. I felt every inch. The head dragged, the shaft filled, his hips met my ass, and I was full of my stepbrother in the bed I had touched myself in while he talked about me through the wall.
I did not open my eyes. I took it.
“f**k,” he whispered, and it was not for Seth. “You’re so tight. They’re already in you and you’re still gripping me. If this is a dream, it’s a cruel one.”
He pulled back and sank in again. Deeper. The wet sound was filthy in the dark. He set a pace that was nothing like Derek’s careful taps. This was angry and hungry at the same time, like he had been ha
