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slit.
    Shit. I want to see the rest of that one day. Touch it. Taste it too.
    Amazing as Braden was, Rodrigo could hardly believe something as powerful as waking up in bed with another man for the first time—a fucking sexy, sleepy one at that—could take a backseat to anything else. But then again, Rodrigo had never woken up in bed with a half-naked Abby. Braden’s gaze had already dropped to the sleeping woman, and Rodrigo’s was right behind him.
    Sometime during the night, Abby’s nightdress had gotten hiked up and become twisted around her waist, leaving her lower half completely exposed. Curled partially on her side, Abby lay with one hand folded under her cheek and the other tucked between her breasts. Fucking incredible . Rodrigo itched to touch her, for the top half of Abby’s nightgown had shifted as well. The V-neck now sat askew, revealing one tight, pert breast to Rodrigo’s and surely Braden’s equally hungry stare.
    Just as curious as he had been with Braden, and just as unable to deny himself, Rodrigo let his focus slide down to check out the rest of this lovely woman. Her softly rounded stomach rose up and down with each shallow breath she took, and she had an innie belly button Rodrigo wanted to wiggle his tongue into to see if she was sensitive or ticklish. Lower, though— sweet mercy —the thatch of hair between her thighs was as fiery as the tresses spread across her pillow. He didn’t know why guys went so nuts for natural redheads, but his cock pushed hard against his sweats, confirming for him that he was as susceptible to the phenomenon as the next man.
    Arousal hung heavy in the morning air. For a fleeting moment, Rodrigo figured with Braden admiring Abby too, it must be the combined aroma of his and Braden’s precum. Only, the faintest hint of something too soft and sweet to be that of a man’s excitement scented the air as well. Rodrigo jerked his gaze up to Abby’s face, saw she still had her eyes closed, and moved to look at Braden next to her.
    “I can smell her too,” Braden said. He leaned into Abby, and his eyes slid closed for a moment as he breathed her in. “What do you think is making me so fucking hard?”
    Braden moved his hand, releasing the fingers he and Rodrigo had inadvertently tangled together. Rodrigo didn’t have to comment or ask Braden a question; he looked into the man’s intense eyes and understood without words where to move his fingers, as well as already knowing where Braden would go with his. Rodrigo glanced down anyway. Something sparked inside him, deepening his desire, as he watched Braden skim his fingertips over Abby’s hip and down her belly, not stopping until those fingers brushed through tight auburn curls and came to rest at the apex of her thighs. Rodrigo went the other way, and without glancing up, he knew Braden stared at his fingers just as intently as Rodrigo had done with Braden. Rodrigo brushed his hand up Abby’s slender waist and then dipped down to the small of her back, lingering for a moment, enjoying the soft skin at the cleft of her ass. He grazed lower, along her crease, and abruptly came to a stop. Rodrigo had his fingers poised where her thighs and buttocks met. He swore he could fucking feel the heat drenching his digits already, but he didn’t move.
    So fucking close.
    Rodrigo knew what he wanted so insanely badly. A sample of her cream . He’d take it on his fingers, on his prick… Shit, he’d even lick it off Braden’s digits or dick if that was the only way he could get at a taste of her. Still, though, Rodrigo didn’t move.
    Abby’s fragrance permeated the air now; every receptor in Rodrigo’s body draped a shield over his and Braden’s musky excitement and homed in on her honeyed essence. His cock sat like a spike, painful in his sweats, and it only got more rigid with each second he looked at his fingers, inches from taking Abby’s pussy from behind. Braden was in a holding pattern, as if waiting for