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  “You ready for this, baby?” I ask. She nods and Elliot grabs her hips, guiding her down onto my hard cock.

  “Oh yes,” she moans, rocking against me. Her tits are hanging free and they press against me as she rocks back and forth on my cock.

  “That’s so fucking hot,” Elliot says, turning her head to kiss her roughly on the lips.

  I feel like I could cum at any second; the effect this beautiful creature has on me - on us - is like nothing that I’ve ever felt before. I know Elliot feels the same way about her.

  I hear his pants unzip and he takes his cock out, and as Scarlett is riding me, she reaches out and takes his firm cock in his hand, jerking him off.

  “Fuck,” Elliot says roughly.

  I take my hands and put them under Scarlett’s ass, pulling her closer to me. She looks into my eyes and then turns, leaning back slightly as Elliot knees up a bit higher, ducking so he can balance himself against the ceiling of the backseat, and Scarlett takes his cock between her lips.

  She moans, stuffed full of both of us, and rocks against both of our bodies.

  Scarlett is truly the hottest woman I’ve ever seen.

  “You think you were gonna take both of us like this?” Elliot moans, lacing his fingers through her hair, pushing his cock into her mouth.

  She responds with a moan, and the way her hot pussy is squeezing and flexing around me, I can tell she is close.

  “Are you ready for me to cum inside you, Scarlett?” I groan, pulling her against my cock with my hands on her shapely hips. “Because the way you’re moving is making me fucking crazy.”

  She pulls away from Elliot, kissing my lips roughly, with so much pent up desire and passion, and I feel like I could explode in this moment.

  I am burning for her.

  Elliot

  I can’t believe this is happening, but at the same time I can’t believe we haven’t done this before.

  Maybe we were just waiting for the perfect girl to share, to take, to claim together.

  Scarlett’s gorgeous lips come away from my cock and she replaces them with her hand, and then she kisses my best friend and I nearly lose myself.

  “God,” she moans against Mark’s mouth, bouncing up and down on his cock slowly, “I think I’m gonna cum again.”

  “Then cum for Elliot, baby,” I groan. She leans back again and takes my cock into her mouth, cupping my balls perfectly as she continues to ride Mark.

  I look down between them, and I can see her tight pink pussy spreading and opening up on his cock, and her pulsing clit tells me she is close.

  “Cum for us baby,” Mark says, reaching down between them to rub her clit, “cum for both of us.”

  She looks up at me and squeezes her eyes tight and moans, the reverberations from her lips sending my cock into a sputtering mess of relief as I cum inside her mouth.

  “Oh god Scarlett,” I moan, “look what you’re doing to me. Look what you do to me. Fuck, you are incredible.”

  She keeps sucking on my cock and running her lips up and down the shaft as I cum, and she slowly down slightly as Mark kisses her neck, taking her into his arms.

  “I’m gonna cum,” she moans, taking her mouth away from my cock. She keeps it in her hand as I come down from the heights of blissful pleasure and watch as she rides my friend, bucking wildly as she cums on his cock.

  “Fuck yes,” Mark groans, grinding himself inside her with his hands on her hips. “God, that feels so fucking good.”

  I lean down to kiss her perfect lips as Mark kisses her neck. Together we shower her body with our touch, our hands, slowing down and we continue, until she can’t take any more pleasure.

  “Mmmm,” she moans, pressing her forehead to Mark’s chest, throwing her arm around my shoulder.

  I push her hair behind her shoulders, the silky waves messy and wild.

  “That was...that was insane,” she laughs. “I can’t believe that just happened.”

  “But you loved it,” Mark says, pulling her face into his hands. “We know how much you loved it.”

  “Was that everything you were hoping for?” I say, rubbing her back and she breathes heavily.

  “It was more than I was hoping for,” she says to me, smiling with a glimmer in her eyes. “It was more than I could have ever expected. And I’ve never hooked up in a car before.”

  “That’s okay,” Mark says, “it’s not like you have to leave or anything. You couldn’t even if you wanted to.”

  “And we aren’t letting you go,” I say, taking Scarlett into my arms, pulling her close to me.

  She looks back at me, smiling, and shakes her head.

  “This is insane,” she whispers.

  “You said that already,” Mark says, pulling his pants on. “What’s crazy isn’t that this happened. What’s crazy is how fucking irresistible you are.”

  We get dressed and it’s not awkward at all. I help Scarlett back into her dress, and we laugh at the tight fit in the back of the car, and we all comment on how we should run away and join the circus based on our ability to contort our bodies into creative and unique positions in the back of a town car.

  “Have either of you done that before?” she asks. Mark zips her into her dress as I hold her hair secure on the top of her head before letting go and allowing it to cascade in waves down her back.

  “What?” Mark asks, smirking. “Hooked up in a car?”

  “No,” she says sheepishly, “I mean had...you know…”

  “What,” I tease, “had a girl as good as you?”

  “No,” she says, swatting me, “I mean had, you know, a threeway.”

  “First for me,” I say, “Mark, you?”

  “First time,” he says, rubbing the side of his face with an open palm.

  We all laugh and I feel my heart slam into my ribs as I watch her smiling, as I watch Mark put his arm around her.

  What the hell are we doing?

  The rest of the car ride goes along in no time. It’s a relatively quick drive the rest of the way to the city, and the time is spent seamlessly chatting about music, movies, and our upbringings. We learn that Scarlett has been on her own for a while, and hasn’t had a boyfriend or even a date in about three years.

  When we get into the City, our driver already knows where we are going. We wanted to show Scarlett a fun time tonight, but we also wanted to put her mind at ease about what we are intending to do with her business should we enter into a deal with her.

  “This is it,” I say, though the last thing I want to do right now is convince her to enter a deal with me and Mark. All I want is to get lost in her, learn more about her, and hold her all night long.

  We should call off the whole deal right now, and I consider it as a possibility. But we couldn’t do that to her. We couldn’t let her down. Not now, and not ever.

  We exit West Street in the mid-twenties and pull over to the modest amusement park that Mark and I purchased and flipped about two years ago.

  “This in incredible,” she says, the bright lights of the rollercoaster on the edge of the pier flashing in her eyes. “And this is yours?”

  “That’s right,” Mark says, getting out of the car after us. “Everything you see before you is the brainchild and me and Elliot. Here, let us show you.”

  We walk to the ticket stand and the guy manning the booth smiles, grabbing three plastic wristbands and clipping them around each of our wrists. We thank him as he waves us in, and we make our way past the booth to go inside.

  Not exactly inside, though. This is an outdoor amusement park that calls to mind the days of the old style places that had wooden roller coasters and funnel cake.

  “This particular amusement park was really struggling,” I say as we keep walking. The park is lit up only by the moon and the big, colorful bulbs that adorn the rides, games and concession stands. Scarlett takes everything in quietly, with a big, curious smile on her face.

  “Struggling would be a nice way to put it,” Mark says.
“It’s not a secret that this used to be a really rough area. I’m talking violence, drug dealers, all of it. It wasn’t pretty.”

  “And seeing how it’s adjacent to a residential area, the place just festered. And the public parks nearby were no better,” I add.

  “Now, we were of course cautious about bringing too much business to the area too quickly.”

  “So you were pretty confident this place would work out,” Scarlett says.

  “That’s right,” Mark says. “We hadn’t had a failed venture before we built up this place, and we haven’t had one since.”

  “We don’t want to bore you with the minutiae of what we were able to do here, but we did want to just give you a firsthand glimpse into what our mission is. Scarlett, if you enter a deal with us, we will do our very best to preserve what your parents built, and what you’ve been able to continue,” I say.

  She turns to me and looks up at me, her sweet smile brightening up her whole face.

  “This is very impressive, but you don’t have to flatter me. I know I haven’t had the most success since I’ve been on my own.”

  She doesn’t look sad, though. She looks hopeful and confident and sure of herself, even though it seems that she is admitting a little bit of defeat.

  “Sweetheart, you have done a great job,” Mark says, putting his hands around her waist from behind her. “Anyone else would have sold years ago. You’ve been holding on as well as you can. Plus, you don’t have to sell. I think you could still turn it around.”

  “You really do?” she asks, peering up at him.

  “Yeah,” he says, “I do. But if you let us help you, we have the resources to take this thing the extra mile.”

  “I hope you understand that I am still thinking about it,” she says a little sullenly.

  “Absolutely,” I say, taking both of her hands. “You do what is best for you. In the meantime, are you hungry?”

  “Oh yes,” she says, “starving.”

  Scarlett

  I haven’t had attention from a guy in so long. Years, in fact. Or maybe I have, and I just haven’t been paying attention.

  I’m hit on occasionally at the bar. But I haven’t been particularly interested in anyone.

  No one’s made me feel like Mark and Elliot have. When I saw them, I was impressed with them. I was intrigued by them. I wanted them.

  And this is the last thing I could have imagined happening.

  “What’s the craziest thing you’ve ever done at work?” Mark says, leaning forward on his elbows, his eyes piercing mine. We are at a restaurant in the West Village, where the tablecloths and napkins are the brightest white I’ve ever seen, even under the dim lighting.

  His words feel dirty to me. I think he’s asking me to divulge a secret, to tell him something naughty I’ve done.

  And he looks so damn sexy right now. His arms are propped up on the table, and his suit jacket is hanging from the back of his chair. His sleeves are rolled up, showing off his muscular forearms, and his intense eyes and sexy lips are making me feel a little lightheaded.

  “I’m not usually the crazy one,” I say, “it’s usually craziness that I’m trying to get under control.”

  “Don’t scare her with your questions,” Elliot says. “It doesn’t matter what crazy shit she’s done in the past. Plus, a girl’s got to have secrets.”

  “So you don’t kiss and tell,” Mark teases.

  “No,” I laugh, shaking my head, “and anyway, there wouldn’t be much to tell.”

  “Don’t say your first kiss was the two of us,” Elliot says, throwing me a gorgeous smirk.

  “Very funny,” I say. “Not quite.”

  “But you had another first today,” Mark says.

  “So did you,” I smile.

  The three of us are sitting at one of, if not the nicest restaurant I’ve ever been to. The mac and cheese isn’t just the kind of mac and cheese I’m used to. It’s lobster mac and cheese with truffle oil. The brussel sprouts have something called fleur de sol on them, and the wine is smooth and tastes like dry berries and is making me feel a little daring. Or maybe that’s the guys I’m with.

  “I think there’s another first we should all talk about,” Elliot says. “Mark, we have got to get you onto a lane.”

  “Oh, yes!” I say, turning to Mark. “You two have got to come by the alley for a game.”

  “That actually sounds good to me,” Mark says. “They say there’s a first time for everything.”

  “If you’re going to be in this business, you should have at least a rudimentary understanding of the game.”

  “I agree with you, but in general I don’t know if that’s all that true. I mean, we own an amusement park and we don’t know anything about making funnel cakes.”

  “Stop right now,” I say, “I don’t know if I can be with someone who doesn’t know how to make a funnel cake.”

  I feel suddenly strange, as though my words have startled me.

  I’m talking about being with Mark.

  I didn’t mean to say that.

  But when I was up all night last night, I wasn’t just thinking about their hands on my body, caressing my curves, kissing me, claiming me. I was also thinking about actually building something with them, working with them on the bowling alley, showing them things along the way, learning from them and having them teach me things, too.

  “For you, I’d learn how to make funnel cake,” Mark says, sitting back in his chair and crossing his arms. God, he makes just sitting in a chair look seductive.

  “What do you think of the food here?” Elliot asks casually.

  I look down at my plate, where I’ve left not a crumb of our appetizers.

  “Do I need to tell you how delicious everything is?” I say, grabbing my wine glass.

  “So when should we come by for that game?” Elliot asks, taking a sip of his wine. Mark thoughtfully takes a bite of his mac and cheese and looks over at Elliot.

  “How about tomorrow?” I say. “I am going to show you everything you need to know.”

  “That’s perfect,” Elliot says. “We have a meeting in the morning with some contractors to build out our offices, but how about the afternoon? Say two?”

  “Sounds great,” I say.

  Is this another date, or business? Was tonight a date or business?

  And did I really do what I did in the back of the car with them, or was that someone else?

  I am under their spell.

  I feel that I am being swept up in something that I can’t even begin to understand, and it’s scary. But as I take another sip of my wine and look from Mark to Elliot, smiling at me, I feel like they won’t steer me wrong.

  Mark

  Yes, right there. That’s it.”

  I’m walking around the ground floor of our construction site with my trusty old pair of work boots and my hardhat, ducking under a steel beam as a small pulley hoists it into the air.

  “We know what we’re doing, boss,” one of my contractors says to me, rolling his eyes. He’s my general contractor and he has the best team with him. “It’s not like this is the first office we’ve built out.”

  He’s a rough and tumble Brooklyn guy, and he’s the guy who takes the construction side of my and Elliot’s business off our plates. He’s damn good at what he does, too.

  “I want you guy to break for lunch soon,” I say, grabbing a cup of water off the conference table we’ve got set up in the center of the space.

  I haven’t been able to stop thinking about Scarlett since I met her, and now I haven’t been able to get my cock to behave since last night.

  Seeing her climb on top of me was the single hottest moment of my life. Having my best friend with me just catapulted it to another level.

  Fuck, I don’t know what the hell to think. All I know is that this feels so damn right, and I have to let it continue. I have to see this thing through to the end.

  I take another sip of my water and toss the paper cup into a
nearby trash can filled with assorted detritus from the construction, looking around the space for Elliot.

  I spot him in the corner of the room, thoughtfully flipping through a stack of plans for the space.

  “Penny for your thoughts?” I say, walking over to him.

  “That sounds like something an old man would say,” he says, not looking up at me.

  “Damn,” I reply, looking out over our men working, “no need to be salty. Everything okay there?”

  Elliot sighs deeply and looks up from the plans.

  “Yeah, I’m sorry. I’m just distracted.”

  “Yeah, I know what the hell you’re talking about,” I say, clapping my hands together softly. “Last night was fucking...god, it was incredible.”

  “It was incredible, yeah. Of course it was incredible. She is incredible. Everything about her is just...she’s an amazing woman.”

  “I sense some hesitation in your voice,” I say.

  “It’s nothing between us. You and I are fine. I am happy it happened. At least, I would be happen if it had happened in a different context.”

  “So you regret it?” I ask, raising my eyebrow at him.

  He can’t regret what happened. She was too good. Everything felt too real and too natural.

  “No, I don’t regret it. I just wish it had been under different circumstances.”

  “Listen,” I say, putting my hands on his shoulder, “it happened under perfect circumstances. If we weren’t out here with a professional interest in her, we never would have met her. Is that what you want? To have never had Scarlett walk into our lives?”

  “No,” he says, shaking his head. “Not even a little. But think about this logically for a minute. We are putting everything on the line if this happens again. Once, that’s an indiscretion. Twice, that’s premeditated.”

  “We can try to walk away from her, but I promise we wouldn’t be able to. Not now. And that wasn’t an indiscretion.”

  “That’s what I’m afraid of. I like this girl. I can’t explain it to myself.”