A hand squeezed my breast. It drew me up from the deep sleep I’d been in. I didn’t protest. I didn’t make any attempt to stop the hands that pressed my breasts together. I just let Adam fondle me. I was resting against Cameron and from the heavy breaths he was taking; it was clear it wasn’t him touching me. 

I shifted, and Adam moved with me, palming one breast to tease the stiffened peak. His hand pulled away just so he could twist my nipple just enough to draw a moan out of me. The hand still gripping me loosened and shifted down my stomach. I pressed my hand against his, keeping him from drifting below my belly button.

In response, Adam just pressed his growing erection against my ass. He didn’t say anything; he didn’t push his hand down further. He just thrust his hips against my butt as if that would make me give in. I clenched my thighs together, resisting the urge.
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“Cam’s asleep,” I murmured. I didn’t move to stop him. But... “I need you to believe me when I say I didn’t do this.” That made Adam stop. I blew out a breath, “If this is where we’re going, I don’t want to face you laying the blame on me.”