Bianca’s lips practically melt under mine as I kiss her hard, her body still writhing with pleasure. I know Kieran’s still inside her, but I know she likes this.

She likes having both of us in her, one way or another, likes being a plaything for two men at the same time.

And that’s good. I could never do this with anyone else, but strangely, I like that I’m kissing her while she’s still fucking my best friend. I like watching him fuck her while I play with her clit, the way she comes so hard with his cock inside her.

I’m jealous, but I’m something else, too. It wasn’t like this with the other girls we’ve fucked together — that was always about seeing how far we could go, how much the same girl would let us use her at the same time.

But this is different. It could never be like this with anyone but her, and I know it.

“Stay there,” I growl when I finish the kiss, my hand still grabbing her chin.

Bianca’s disheveled, her dress unbuttoned over her tits and hiked up around her waist, but she’s still so fucking beautiful it hurts. Maybe more beautiful for looking completely wanton like she does, like a woman in need of another good fuck.

I leap out of the car, come around the front, and wrench open Kieran’s door before he can. Bianca just smiles at me, still impaled on her cock, as I lift her off of him and stand her in front of me, pushing her back against the seat with him still in it.

“Kieran was right,” I say. “Now it’s my turn.”

She’s smiling, biting her lip, but I claim her mouth again, hard and merciless. Watching Kieran fuck her nearly made me crash the car, so out of my mind with lust that I thought we might not make it back here at all.

“I liked it when you watched me,” she says, all coyness and innocence at the same time.

I spin her around roughly, bend her over Kieran’s lap, his flaccid cock still out.

“Good,” I growl, moving one hand up the back of her thigh, giving her perfect ass a good, hard squeeze. “Because I liked watching you get fucked, Princess, and I’m about to do it again. Only now I’m going to be the one fucking you.”

In moments, my pants are undone, my cock out, one hand tangled in her hair. Bianca moans against Kieran’s lap as I push the head of my cock to her entrance, already dripping with his juices, but I don’t care.

She’s not his. She’s not mine.

She’s ours.

I drive my cock into her with a single thrust, as hard and deep as I possibly can. I roar, and she cries out with pleasure, her breath coming fast, her heart pounding so hard I can feel it when I fuck her.

Despite mine being the second cock inside her in as many minutes, she’s still so tight it’s like she’s a glove for my cock, and her whole body jerks and writhes with pleasure as I pull out and fuck her again, even harder the second time.

“Beckett,” she whimpers. “Oh God, Beckett.”

She’s still got her head down on Kieran’s lap, and I pull her hair while I fuck her, the black strands wrapped around my fist, so she’s standing with her back arched, tits on Kieran’s thigh. He reaches down and takes them in his hands, pinching both nipples at once.

Bianca shivers. Her pussy’s already fluttering around my thick shaft. I fuck her as deep as I can with every stroke, and each time her body gives me a little jolt of pleasure.

I’m not gonna last long. I can’t watch her come, undone and disheveled and the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen, then fuck her and not come like a freight train, but I want her to come again first. She’s close, moaning and screaming while I fuck her and Kieran pinches her delicate pink nipples.

He shifts in his seat toward us, and then he’s reaching down. He kisses her hard, makes her moans muffled, and then he’s got his fingers on her clit while I fuck her, both of us moving furiously at once.

“I need you both,” she whispers.

A tremor goes through her body. I pull her hair a little harder.

“I want you both to fuck me,” she murmurs. She nearly sounds delirious, but I know she means what she says. “Please, I want you both to—”

I pull out, the ridge of my cock out past her lips, and then I slam into her as hard as I fucking can.

“—Fuck me!” she shouts, her voice breaking with pleasure as her words turn into one long moan and she comes, pussy fluttering and writhing and jolting around me. She comes like this is her very first orgasm, moaning into Kieran’s mouth, both of us on her at once, sharing in her pleasure.

I completely lose control, fuck her hard and fast and just as she finishes, I’m coming too, unloading my cock into her totally bare, doing my best to fill her up like I know she wants.

Slowly, I let go of her hair, and she crumples forward into Kieran. He wraps his arms around her, even as one of her hands drifts back to me, stroking my hip as she looks over her shoulder with heavy-lidded eyes.

“That satisfy you for another few hours?” I ask, leaning forward and teasing into her ear. “You like knowing that the two of us can barely keep up with you?”

She bites her lip, laughing.

“You’re doing just fine,” she murmurs back.

* * *

Even though Kieran and I are on edge for the next few days, nothing else happens. We’re afraid that poor Günther was set up by the hacker group, that he was some sort of dry run for them.

Maybe they just used him to see how she’d react if she was chased. Maybe they wanted to see if they could get her alone, make her panic.

Or maybe that was a fluke accident and it had nothing at all to do with them. I’ve got no idea.

But we don’t go out again, not out of sight of the cabin. We cook a lot, we read books. We find a turntable in the mostly-unused study, and the three of us hang out together, trying to appreciate the classical music records we find.

It goes okay. Neither Kieran nor I are particularly into classical music, but at this point, we’ll take anything.

A top-secret messenger from the palace shows up one day. He knows the password and the secondary password, has the right seal on his all-wheel-drive, and hands over a message that can be unencrypted using only a book that’s already inside the cabin.

The message doesn’t tell us much. Only that nothing else has happened and they haven’t gotten to the bottom of the conspiracy. The video that broadcast over the airwaves — all digital, obviously — was sent out from some sort of heavily encrypted ISP that originated in North Korea.

To put it lightly, it’s unlikely that Voravia will ever convince North Korea to investigate. They don’t think the country was involved, but they’ll never tell us who was.

The message tells us to stay put, at least for a little while longer.

Which is fine. Because cabin fever might be setting in, just a little, but I could spend years in this cabin with Bianca and Kieran and never get bored. She’s funny and witty, interested in everything, and Kieran’s already my best friend. When there’s no fun to be had, the three of us can make it.

Plus, the sex. Bianca’s insatiable and she makes me feel that way too, the combination of innocence and pure lust are almost more than I can handle.

She sucks us both off in the shower, swallowing both of us, one after the other, while she rubs herself. We wake up in the middle of the night to her grinding against us in her sleep, so we wake her up and take turns.

To get back at Kieran, one day when he’s outside I lock the back door and then we fuck in front of it, Bianca coming hard with two fingers up her ass while he searches frantically for the keys.

She wants everything, begs us for it, and it’s impossible to say no when she’s wet and splayed on the kitchen table with your cock down her throat.

Not that I mind. This is the best thing that’s ever happened to me.

* * *

One afternoon, Kieran and I are both reading our books from Belle’s in the living room when the door opens and in walks Bianca.

Wearing lingerie.

Yeah, she’s got our attention. It’s just a sheer white slip, positively modest for lingerie, but through it I can see the outline of her stiff nipples as they poke through the fabric, and the cleft of her ass.

She doesn’t say anything, but she knows we’re watching as she makes her way silently to the kitchen, opens the fridge, and takes out a bottle of champagne. She must have gotten it from the wine cellar without either of us noticing, and then she grabs three champagne glasses and walks for the back door, toward the veranda.

“I’m gonna take a dip in the hot tub,” she says, cocking her head slightly to one side, in that way that makes me absolutely crazy. “If anyone wants to join?”