Hi @trikeycore, I'm your secret art buddy in @gtavfest! xD I've tried writing an Amanda/Michael/Trevor fic for you. I hope you enjoy it, happy Valentine's Day! :3
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It was the first Valentine's Day after Amanda and Michael had decided to welcome none other than Trevor Philips into their relationship.
Rarely anything was simple regarding Michael and Trevor, but remarkably enough, this deal was. Both Amanda and Trevor wanted Michael, and Michael wanted them both. The idea had been born one night fueled by cocaine and booze that ended up with a mind-blowing threesome, and after that, they decided to stick together. Maybe not exactly a thruple — she didn’t bear intense romantic feelings for Trevor, and she doubted Trevor felt much for her — but the sex… the sex was good. Much better than it had been in a long time. She didn’t have to worry about Michael cheating on her anymore, and since both she and Trevor kept his balls empty, he willingly stopped seeing hookers. Oh, and not that she had to admit that out loud since it was so obvious, but Amanda liked having the attention of two men on herself.
And in time, her resentment towards Trevor began to die down. Never in a million years would Amanda have guessed that Trevor could actually be pleasant when he chose to, even though it was only under certain circumstances — he had to be fed, entertained, rested, and sexually satisfied. Sort of like a dog, which was a peculiar notion, but it fit Trevor perfectly.
For the special day, she barely had any plans for them. Going out was out of the question, not with Trevor. She had a feeling society wasn’t quite ready for that yet.
But Amanda still wanted something different, a touch that would mark the special day, so she decided to cook for the first time in forever. The cooking classes she had taken out of boredom came in handy; she made a nice dinner for them entirely on her own, and even though she wasn’t sure if the guys would appreciate it, she was proud of herself.
She put some cans of beer in the freezer fifteen minutes before dinner to ensure they would be ice cold — she had noticed Trevor enjoyed drinking his beer like that. When it was finally dinner time, she took two out and poured expensive wine for herself and Michael before they sat down and started eating.
During dinner, the banter was light and cheerful. The red roses Michael had brought home were in a vase on the kitchen island, and every once in a while, Amanda glanced at them and smiled before returning to Michael to hear about his day at the studio. Trevor didn’t hold back from making occasional remarks to annoy Michael, but he was too focused on eating to cause a scene. He licked the plate clean when he was done, getting some sauce on his nose. While Amanda berated him for not acting civilized like she did just about every evening, she was secretly delighted that Trevor liked her cooking enough to lick the remains. It was a nice ego boost. With a smile she couldn’t hide, she grabbed a napkin and threw it in his face for him to clean up, which earned her an amused snort from Michael.
It was almost nine when they wrapped up dinner. The large dish that once held dessert was empty, as well as the bottle of wine, and more beer cans had joined the list of things on the table that would go to the trash bin. It wasn’t the Valentine’s Day dinner she’d always dreamed of, but she found that she didn’t really mind. All three of them were as close to happiness as they could get, and that was somehow enough.
“Thanks for dinner, Mandy,” Michael smiled lopsidedly, leaning back in the chair and rubbing his swollen gut. “Man, I ate too much.”
Trevor belched, ignoring the eye rolls coming from both spouses, elbows brusquely resting on the table. “That’s what you always say, Porkchop. And you’re not wrong. You ate half of the cake.”
“Not cake, tiramisu. And you ate the other half,” Amanda pointed out amiably, drinking the last few sips left of her wine. “I only had a few bites.”
“Not my fault it tasted good. Since when do you know how to cook anyway, Mandy? The last time I had something you made was back in Yankton, and I can’t remember what it was, but I’m pretty sure it tasted like feet.”
Amanda lightly slapped Trevor’s arm, but she was too charmed by the compliment to get actually upset. “Yeah, I remember. You spat it on the floor like a goddamn animal.” She raised her brows meaningfully. “But I’ve been taking classes instead of dealing drugs and murdering people. You should try it sometime.”
“Nah,” said Trevor as he stood up, his chair making a screeching sound on the pristine floor. “I’ll pass.”
The dishes were left in the sink to be taken care of later. Michael was already yawning, and he excused himself to shower while Amanda and Trevor headed to the bedroom.
Since Trevor had joined them, they had exchanged the bed for an Alaskan King size to be more comfortable performing all sorts of activities. Most nights, they snuggled close as they slept, taking turns in the middle, something Amanda hadn’t expected when they had first agreed on living together. But it was enjoyable enough. Both men were just so problematic; she had always thought one nutcase was enough for her household, but they seemed to balance each other out somehow when it was two — when they weren’t enabling each other to do crazy, irresponsible shit, of course.
They were extremely dangerous to strangers and ridiculously protective when it came to their loved ones. Perhaps that was why Amanda felt so secure the nights she had her nose buried in Michael’s neck, and Trevor spooned her, kissing her shoulder with a gentleness she had thought he was incapable of.
And that wasn’t the only sleeping arrangement she liked. Michael being in the middle worked well for everyone, as expected as that was. When Trevor slept in the middle, he tended to snuggle close to Michael and put an arm around Amanda’s shoulders. It had come as a bit of a shock the first night he had chosen to put his head on Amanda’s chest instead of Michael’s, but she had quickly become accustomed to it. Cuddling with Trevor wasn’t so bad. Ever since she made him start to shower regularly, he smelled of Michael’s luxurious soap. He was warm as a furnace and reacted so strongly to the slightest touches showing affection, and to Amanda’s surprise, touching him didn’t bother her as much as she’d anticipated, and she had soon gotten used to giving him caring caresses at night.
Trevor approached her while she took off her pearl earrings in front of the vanity, and she watched the unreadable expression on his face in the mirror. “Didn’t bring you flowers, but I bought you this,” Trevor muttered with a devilish smirk, pulling out a small box from his back pocket. Amanda took it, unsure of what it was until she read Edible Crotchless Underwear. Peach flavored. Certainly not something she had expected to see.
“…Thank you, I suppose,” she sighed hesitantly, putting down the box to take off her necklace next.
“You’re gonna put them on, right?”
Right. That was, of course, what he would expect. She was just about to brush it off with a maybe later, but then she saw the way Trevor’s eyes sparkled with anticipation and lust. It felt like a weird thing to try, but it also meant Trevor would be eating her out, and Trevor was absurdly good with his tongue. Just like a dog, she thought to herself again, barely suppressing a sneer. It wouldn’t be very wise to turn down the offer. “Fine, but I wanna shower first. It’s been a long day.”
Trevor’s brows furrowed questioningly. “Shower? God, no. No showering, Mandy.” He lowered his voice and added, “I wanna taste you.”
Jesus. Amanda couldn’t deny she was a bit turned on just by hearing that. Despite her better judgment, she couldn’t resist Trevor’s sex appeal she had finally begun to see, not when he was being seductive instead of acting like a madman or as immature as a four-year-old left alone with crayons.
Trevor seemed ready to take a step toward her and get all handsy, pants already tenting at the front, but Michael opened the door and walked in not long after with only a small towel around his waist, and that successfully distracted Trevor.
Michael sat on the edge of the bed and stretched his back with a groan, seeming to notice how close Amanda and Trevor were shortly after. He asked interestedly, “What are you two up to?”
“Nothing, Mikey,” Trevor grinned, stripping off his shirt and throwing it aside while strolling towards Michael. “I just gave Mandy a present.”
“…Okay?” Michael glanced at Trevor’s boner immediately, then pointed at it and chuckled, “Is this part of the present?”
“Sort of,” Trevor mumbled, ogling at Michael’s naked chest while he opened his jeans and took his cock out. “Wanna take a closer look?”
Michael stared longingly at it — he was long past the stage of denial, at least when it was just the three of them. “I do, but I’m exhausted, T,” he muttered apologetically. “Just wanna go to sleep.” He stood up with a grunt, planting a kiss on Trevor’s cheek before disappearing to get clean boxers to wear to bed.
Amanda was disappointed that Michael wasn’t going to be joining the fun tonight — it wouldn’t be the first time, and she was no longer hesitant to get intimate with Trevor without Michael right beside them. But it was Valentine’s Day. She desired to feel the man she had fallen in love with all those years ago touching her.
As if reading her thoughts, Trevor approached her. “Don’t worry, sweetheart, Uncle T will take care of you tonight,” he said huskily, looking almost compassionate.
“I told you not to say that,” Amanda rolled her eyes, turning around so Trevor could unzip her dress.
Trevor took his time with the zipper, planting sloppy kisses all over Amanda’s neck and shoulder, pushing his erection to her ass. She slowly wiggled her hips, sighing when Trevor let out a needy groan.
Michael was already back and in bed, taking the side and leaving them enough space to do whatever they desired. Still, when Amanda peeped at him, she noticed Michael was watching them instead of closing his eyes. She briefly wondered if he would actually watch while they had sex. It wouldn’t be the most terrible thing.
Trevor began sucking on her skin and groped her butt, distracting her from her thoughts. She was already familiar with how Trevor liked it; rough, filthy, and loud, which worked well for her too. Before she knew it, Trevor was maneuvering her to turn again, and the second she did, he crashed their mouths together, kissing her deep and hard.
Amanda’s arms wrapped around Trevor’s broad shoulders. The rock-hard erection she could feel against her thigh was thrilling, and she was impatient to get to the main act already, but she humored Trevor for a while longer, letting his tongue dance with her own. He tasted sweet, with a hint of the beer lingering instead of tobacco. She touched the nape of his neck, then lightly scratched her nails down his back, feeling her arousal grow.
They finally parted after a long moment, and Amanda ordered breathily, “Get on the bed.”
Like a puppy listening to orders, Trevor did, leaving his jeans and underwear on the ground before climbing on the mattress and lying down, eyes still on Amanda while he shamelessly fondled himself, working his erect cock after spitting in his hand.
Amanda hummed, satisfied that Trevor was listening to her, and the sight of him pleasuring himself was fun to watch. There was some distance between the two men, but she realized Michael’s eyes were wide open still. He was observing Trevor playing with himself as well.
“I thought you were gonna sleep, Michael,” she laughed softly as she unhooked her bra, letting it fall to the ground along with the dress.
Michael’s eyes darted to her tits while he released a shaky breath. “Yeah… I was.”
“It ain’t your fault you have two hotties in your bedroom,” Trevor grinned as he rolled over to get closer to Michael, teasingly putting a hand on his lower belly. “You can just watch us if you want.”
“… Are you really suggesting I watch while you fuck my wife, Trevor?” He looked a bit weirded out — it probably sounded worse when said out loud, but his expression softened after a while as he put his hand on Trevor’s and squeezed.
“I said if you want. Jesus. You can rest while I keep her entertained.” With that, he brought his mouth to Michael’s, kissing him deeply.
While they were talking, Amanda had changed out of her panties to the ones Trevor had bought. The idea of wearing or seeing edible underwear on someone else wasn’t necessarily arousing for her, which was why she hadn’t experimented with them before. When she looked in the mirror, she thought the gummy part looked odd against her crotch, and the black strings around her hips that kept it in place weren’t exactly sexy either, but the whole thing would be gone soon anyway.
With nothing on but the panties, she climbed on the bed, her hand gently trailing from Michael’s knee up to his thigh. She could see the beginning of an erection Michael had in his boxers from making out with Trevor, and she gently petted it, eliciting an appreciative moan from her husband.
Realizing Amanda was ready, Trevor pulled away, eyes widening as he hungrily watched her breasts and then the panties, mouth wide open. “Happy Valentine’s Day to me…”
Amanda appreciated Trevor’s enthusiasm. On the other hand, Michael looked stunned, not in a good way, reaching out a hand and touching the strings with confusion. “What the fuck’s this?”
Trevor scoffed, clearly thinking everyone should be into them. “Edible panties, Mikey, haven’t you ever seen one before?”
“No, I have not, actually.” His fingers went all the way down to the opening in the middle of the gummy, lightly stroking Amanda’s folds, then he pressed his fingers deeper, pushing one of them halfway inside her.
Amanda let out a sigh, momentarily closing her eyes. “Sure you don’t wanna join, babe?”
Instead of giving a reply, Michael withdrew his fingers. Just when she was about to protest, she heard a chuckle. When she opened her eyes again, Trevor had Michael’s fingers in his mouth, staring directly at her crotch as he sloppily sucked on them. Taken aback by the clear display, she met Trevor’s crazed, lust-filled gaze, and the next thing she knew, Trevor was yanking her towards himself and pushing her down to the mattress.
“Ow! You animal, take it easy,” Amanda groaned after her head hit the bed, and Trevor put his hands on her knees to spread them apart by force.
Trevor didn’t even seem to be listening. “I want more,” he growled like a predator, getting on his stomach and burying his face in Amanda’s pussy.
Amanda gasped, mouth falling wide open in pleasure. Trevor did not bother with warming her up — he shoved his tongue inside her straight away as deeply as he could, hands fumbling her ass cheeks. It wasn’t delicate in any way, but Amanda didn’t expect that from Trevor.
For a while, Trevor only licked her from the opening in the gummy before eventually getting impatient and starting to bite into it from the sides. First, he chewed up the part that covered her clit and swallowed it, then spat on it and tongued there until she started moaning and squirming on the bed.
It was tough to keep her eyes open when Trevor’s tongue was so persistently stimulating her most sensitive parts, but when Amanda felt a hand on her tit, she tilted her head, meeting Michael’s drowsy yet heated gaze. “Feels so good,” she panted. “I’m getting close…”
Michael lightly pinched and twisted her nipple, his other hand slowly working his cock, which was now whipped out and fully erect. He licked his lips before scooting closer to Amanda to give her a kiss, which she gladly accepted while threading her fingers in his coarse hair, nails digging into his scalp.
By then, Trevor had eaten the whole gummy soaked by her juices. “Fuck, fuck, I’m so fucking hard, you taste so good, Mandy, I wanna hear you say my name…” She could feel the mattress bounce as he frantically humped the bed for some friction on his cock.
“Stop talking and make me cum,” Amanda instructed breathily, pushing Trevor’s head closer to herself and arching her back when he obeyed, sticking his tongue inside her again.
It only took her a minute or so to reach an orgasm that left her body shaking almost violently. Trevor gave her a few more gentle licks before getting on his knees. His mouth and chin were soaked with her juices, and he wiped at them with his palm and brought it down to his dick to give it a few tugs. “I’m gonna fuck you now.”
She took her time replying, trying to catch her breath for a long time. “Not yet,” she murmured eventually, “give me a minute.”
Trevor didn’t look too happy. “Fuck, I’m getting impatient.”
Michael was lying back down again, eyes drooping, but he was still massaging himself, greedy gaze now on Trevor. For someone who claimed they just wanted to sleep, he sure seemed horny.
Trevor crawled to Michael and straddled him, slapping his hand away, so their cocks were pressed together. “I made your wife cum with my mouth,” he purred, almost daring Michael to do something about it.
Michael moaned weakly, “I know…”
Amanda could easily watch Trevor’s hips move from where she lay, and God, his ass was actually nice. Tanned and muscled, and with each thrust, it looked even more alluring. She guessed that if it weren’t for his corrupted soul and occasional premature ejaculation problem, Trevor would be a decent lover.
Michael was the one moaning under Trevor now, uncharacteristically submissive. Obviously too tired to manhandle Trevor and fuck him like he usually liked to do, so he guided Trevor’s hips with his hands. But the two men looked genuinely sexy; frotting, kissing, and making delicious, obscene sounds that got Amanda yearning to be touched again.
She was just about to tell Trevor she was ready when Trevor went rigid over Michael, muscles tensing. “God, sorry, fuck,” he moaned as he shot his load over Michael, trembling slightly with the force of his climax.
“Jesus Christ, Trevor,” Amanda rolled her eyes, taking off the panties while complaining. “Is this over before it even began?”
Trevor grunted, “Of course not!”
Michael pushed him away in a hassle. “I just showered,” he grumbled. Amanda could tell from his voice that he was close, too.
“I’ll clean you up, don’t worry,” Trevor murmured remorsefully. He got off him and dipped his head, beginning to lap at his own cum that had spilled over Michael’s stomach, then he moved down to his cock, first licking it clean, then taking the tip into his mouth and slurping loudly.
Amanda noticed Trevor was still mostly hard right when she was starting to lose hope of getting properly fucked. She pushed him onto his side and wrapped his finger around his cock, gently stroking him while he continued giving Michael head.
“Fuck, Trev,” Michael groaned, “I’m gonna cum, take it deeper!”
Like the good, obedient pet he was, Trevor immediately took Michael in as much as he could into his mouth. The wet sounds coming from his throat seemed to make it even better for Michael. His clouded gaze met with Amanda’s, and a second later, he cried out as he came, head thrown back in ecstasy.
After he swallowed every last drop, Trevor finally pulled away, gasping for air. “Was I good, Mikey?” he asked, thrusting into Amanda’s hand, looking at Michael, waiting for his verbal approval.
“Yeah,” Michael’s hand found Trevor’s head, gently petting it. “You did very well, baby.” He was slurring his words from fatigue at that point.
Trevor seemed satisfied with the answer, nuzzling against Michael’s palm and pressing kisses until Michael pulled it away, fixed his underwear, and rolled onto his side with a satiated sigh. “Go on, then.”
After a few last tugs, Amanda let go of Trevor’s throbbing cock. “Are you gonna watch us?” she asked without much hope of Michael joining them.
“I don’t seem to have much choice. Unless I fall asleep,” Michael mumbled with a chuckle. “You wanna get fucked, right? And I don’t have the energy to do that now.”
Amanda rolled her eyes playfully, resting a hand on Michael’s chest. “You’re such an old man, Michael, and you’re barely fifty.”
“Hey hey hey, less talking, more fucking,” Trevor grunted impatiently, interrupting the banter. “On your knees, sweetheart.”
Amanda gave him a sour look, but did what he said nonetheless after pressing her lips to Michael’s cheek. She could practically feel Trevor’s heated gaze burning into her skin. After carefully examining her naked body, Trevor landed an experimental, light spank on her ass.
It felt good, so she asked for another one, this time a bit harder. “Did you put on a condom?” she purred after that, not hiding that she was excited.
“What? Do I have to put on a condom on Valentine’s Day as well?!”
The exasperated sigh was unmistakably a yes, and Trevor begrudgingly reached for the bedside table, tearing the wrapper with his teeth and rolling the condom down his length. “Happy now?”
“I will be happy if you start fucking me—”
Trevor thrust in without any warning, leaving Amanda gasping in shock. Like that wasn’t enough, he gripped Amanda’s hips tightly, fingers digging into her skin as he began fucking her wet pussy. Amanda could hear the lewd sounds mixing with her moans.
“God, it feels so good inside you,” Trevor growled. He fucked like an animal in heat, really — it lacked the romantic touches Amanda craved and didn’t last very long, but fuck, it was something. Maybe because it felt carnal and raw, and Trevor made it evident how much he enjoyed the fucking, his moans low and raspy, getting Amanda wetter than she already was.
Amanda’s hands were tightly holding the pillow beneath her forehead, whimpers getting louder. “Harder…”
“With pleasure,” Trevor chuckled, pushing in even deeper as he snapped his hips forward without mercy.
Michael’s hand shot up to Trevor’s waist, not applying any pressure but touching him as he thrust into Amanda at a punishing pace. “God, this is hot,” he huffed out, cheeks flushed.
Trevor’s laugh was sinister. “Is it, sugar?”
Michael let out a long hum. “Fuck me, but yeah.”
“Do I look hot, too?” she panted out, coated lashes fluttering against her cheeks.
“You look wonderful, darling,” Michael chuckled warmly. His cheeks were flushed, thin lips curled up into a smile. Obviously enjoying this, which was a relief. Amanda watched him sit up with a groan after that, disappearing from her view as he reached for Trevor’s lips. With her eyes closed, she listened to the sounds of them kissing with passion, bringing a finger to her clit. It was maybe fucked up, but she couldn’t deny getting turned on.
It went on for another minute. She couldn’t quite make out what Michael was saying as he whispered in Trevor’s ear, but Trevor’s grip on her waist tightened, thrusts getting more erratic, and his moans and whimpers became that much louder. “Fuck, fuck, I’m gonna cum soon,” he notified her — as if she couldn’t tell from the way he grunted. “Look at that ass, God, her pussy feels so good, Mikey…”
Michael groaned, surely in agreement, his hand landing on her butt. It all felt amazing, and she wasn’t that far behind herself, but she needed a last push to reach her climax. “Not yet,” she pleaded, pushing back to feel more of his cock. “Come on, Trevor, just a bit more!”
She wasn’t sure if Trevor was even paying any attention to her. Between listening to his animalistic grunts and compliments about her body as well as trying to focus on her pleasure, she didn’t notice Michael inching closer to her. He was on his knees, mouth close to Amanda’s ear, hot breath hitting her neck and making her shiver.
“Does he fuck you well, baby?” Michael questioned gruffly, earning a surprised gasp from Amanda. “Does his cock feel good inside you?”
She swallowed — what kind of question was that? — and whimpered, clutching his thigh, polished nails digging into his meat. “Yes… Very good.”
“Are you gonna cum around his cock, then?” His gentle hands wandered over her back, tracing her spine before sliding down to fondle her tits, and he sounded so genuinely sexy with that low tone of his that Amanda couldn’t even question what the fuck was wrong with him for encouraging this.
“I will,” she nodded frantically. “I just need… something…” She didn’t know what it was herself, hoping Michael would help her out.
Michael pulled away with a hum, and Amanda couldn’t help but feel a tinge of disappointment in the pit of her stomach. She tried to focus on Trevor’s moans instead of lingering on it, fingers desperately rubbing herself. So close… and right when she thought she could come, the feeling slipped away.
But then she felt someone tugging at her hand, and a second later, something warm and wet replaced her fingers. “Oh, fuck…” Her eyes rolled back from pleasure. She tried to tilt her head to see; Michael was under both of them, hands on Trevor’s thighs, pulling him closer to Amanda with each thrust, and his tongue was working on her clit, lapping at it.
Her orgasm hit her hard. She convulsed around Trevor’s cock that was pumping in and out of her deliciously, feeling the greedy hands of not one but two men on her body now. The pleasure was intense, body taut even when Trevor fully pushed inside and cried out as he filled the condom. She would have laughed if she wasn’t still recovering.
Michael’s lips were on her clit again, making her shiver with how sensitive she was before he slithered out from between their legs. “See, I can make her cum with my mouth, too,” he told Trevor smugly.
Trevor groaned, “Whatever. I fucked her.”
“As if I don’t do that.”
“Stop arguing and pull out!” Amanda whined. Trevor didn’t sound too happy but complied nonetheless, and Amanda lay on her back, trying to catch her breath.
Trevor carefully removed the condom, showing it to the other two like a kid showing his parents an achievement. “I’m gonna go flush this down.”
“No, you’re gonna clog the toilet. Put it in the bin,” Michael told him sternly, his tone leaving no room for argument.
Amanda’s legs felt wobbly, but she followed Trevor into the bathroom after putting on her nightgown. She washed her hands and grabbed cotton pads and makeup remover from the cupboard while Trevor dumped the condom in the trash.
“Was I good?” asked Trevor as he stood by the door, an arrogant grin on his lips. It was apparent he believed he’d delivered a terrific performance — which he had if she had to be honest, she hadn’t come twice in such a short time in a while. Yes, Michael had helped, but it counted still.
She started taking off her smudged eye makeup instead of voicing that thought, humming noncommittally. She was too tired to boost his ego.
Trevor pouted when he wasn’t praised. “What? What does hmm mean?”
Michael appeared behind him, giving him a light pat on the shoulder, then proceeded to head to the toilet. “Fishing for compliments, T?”
“No! It was just a question!”
“I’ll have to get back to you on that later, I’m busy now,” Amanda teased with a satiated giggle, watching Trevor’s scowl deepen.
Michael didn’t wait for anyone to leave the room to start taking a piss. “Hey, it wasn’t that bad, Trev,” he huffed, adding to Trevor’s fury.
“Fuck you! Fuck you both! I was great!” Trevor’s hands fisted by his sides. He sounded more disappointed than furious. “You know what, I’m leaving. All that effort, and you don’t even show any appreciation. Neither of you deserves me.”
“T, hey!”
“Don’t T me, you asshole.”
Amanda glanced at them only for a second before continuing to take her mascara off.
After he was done pissing, Michael made it his job to guide Trevor back to the bedroom by wrapping an arm around his waist, speaking to him in that hushed tone he put on whenever he tried to soothe Trevor. And Amanda knew it worked every time; Trevor was like a wild animal, and Michael was the tamer who had learned all the tricks to control him.
She finished cleaning her face and did the rest of her skincare. Nearly ten minutes had passed by the time she returned, only to find Trevor in Michael’s arms, looking much calmer now. Michael lazily spread his other arm, inviting Amanda close with a tired smile that indicated he might fall asleep any second.
But she got on the opposite side of the mattress instead of cuddling up to her husband. Trevor hummed faintly when she pushed her naked body against him, sliding a leg over his. “You were good,” she murmured, fingers caressing his arm.
“I know,” Trevor huffed weakly, burying his face further into Michael’s chest.
When Amanda peeked at Michael, she noticed he was already asleep. It was a surprise he’d held out for this long, but it had been so worth it. Gently, she touched her hand to his hair, stroking lightly. It moved to Trevor’s head after a moment, brushing over his cheek and ear as she whispered good night.
