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Jasper was enthralled by the vision above him. Bella—her curls in disarray, draped over her shoulders, luscious, pouty lips parted, eyes closed in concentration, as she rode him to heights of bliss he'd never experienced before. He could never get enough of her.

He reached for her bouncing breasts and squeezed her nipples, causing her to groan and lick her lips.

That sparked a memory of the last time those lips were wrapped around his cock, his back flat against the wall in the living room. He'd barely gotten his pants unzipped before she was sucking and licking and driving him out of his mind. Then Peter had jumped in snarling, tearing away her shorts and mounting her.

Jasper couldn't hold back any longer. He clenched his teeth, his fingers dug into her hips, and he strained up against her, striving to be even deeper inside her as he came.

His orgasm ignited hers, and she ground against him until, at last, she collapsed on his chest, her smiling lips at his throat.

"I love you," she whispered as she slid to his side and cuddled against him. "Are we ever gonna put together the new bed frame, or are we just gonna leave the mattress on the floor?"

With a low chuckle, he kissed her forehead. "You don't like it on the floor?"

"Well," she answered coyly, "I haven't broken any furniture in a while, and it might be fun to see how long it lasts."

"We'll see what Pete says when he gets back. I think he likes the love nest on the floor."

It probably wouldn't last too long, Jasper mused. Their young mate was insatiable, and despite having two more-than-eager males to keep her busy and satisfied, over the last six months there'd been numerous newborn temper tantrums, smashed furniture, and clothes ripped to tattered ribbons. It happened to be Peter's turn to make a run to town and pick up the latest delivery of replacement clothing at the post office.

Jasper had thought jealousy would be a problem, neither he nor Peter had been the type to share, but it hadn't happened. If anything, their combined emotions enhanced, encouraged, and sustained what they all felt for each other.

It wasn't a sexual attraction to Peter, but he knew he needed Peter by his side as much, if not more, than he ever had. He didn't want to be without him. And the feelings Peter had for Bella only made Jasper want her more. He couldn't imagine life without either of them.

And the sex! He sucked in a breath as another memory raced through his mind of Bella lying on her back on the table, her onyx eyes sparkling with desire, legs spread wide, and Peter hovering over her, his thick dick sliding into her glistening wet pussy, giving her such pleasure. Mesmerized by the long, deliberate strokes, Jasper couldn't tear his eyes away.

Then Bella had reached for him, hooked her fingers on his belt, and urged him closer. The instant she had his stiff dick out of his jeans he came all over her breasts. When she spread his cum down her body, and then used those same fingers to grip Peter's slippery cock, Peter had let out a long low snarl, and Jasper had almost cried with the force of their combined ecstasy.

The table hadn't survived the encounter.

Bella's throaty chuckle sounded in his ear right before she nibbled on the lobe. "Ready for another round?"

He rolled until his body covered hers, both of his arms encircling her and holding her close. He nipped at her jaw. "I waited a long time for you. I'm ready when you are."

"And you couldn't wait to start the party until I got back? That's gratitude for ya." Peter was in the doorway to the bedroom, already peeling off his shirt and stepping out of his boots.

As soon as he was stripped bare, he crawled across the floor and onto the bed, black fire lighting his eyes. He laid down beside them and nuzzled Bella's neck. "You fuck, and I'll get to lickin'."

The growl that rumbled low in Jasper's chest erupted into the room when he thrust into their mate.

Peter captured her deep, hungry groan with his lips. "Best thing I ever got at Waffle House, and she wasn't even on the menu."

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