I woke up alone on their couch the next morning, naked under a soft blanket someone had thrown over me. My body felt used in the best way—lips slightly swollen, breasts tender, a dull, pleasant ache between my legs from how thoroughly they had worked me with their mouths and fingers. For a long moment I just lay there staring at the ceiling, replaying every filthy second of the night before.

Ethan and Aiden had both touched me.

Both of them had made me come.

And they had promised that tonight they would both be inside me.

I sat up slowly, pulling the blanket around my bare shoulders. The apartment...