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“Mmm,” Landon hummed his want.

“Fuck.” My taint convulsed, my abs tightening.

And I finally flooded the condom with the evidence of my desire and love I’d held for Landon since day one.

Chapter 18

Landon

I’d kissed Zackary Briggs.

While having my hole filled by a man I loved in equal measure.

Stretching, I let out a sigh of pure elation. I’d thought having Callum’s mouth on mine had been a culmination of pent-up desire, but years of unquenched need for Zack had proven just as sweet. Everything I’d dreamed of—but I still wasn’t sated.

I eyed Zack’s weeping slit as Callum left us to get a wet towel to clean me up.

“My hole is nice and relaxed. It’s all slick up there too…” I trailed off, begging with my eyes. Shit would have been even better if it’d been Callum’s cum leaking out of me instead of copious amounts of lube, but beggars couldn’t be choosers. We would get there eventually.

Zack kissed the tip of my nose. “I’m saving my load for later.” His gaze shifted toward Callum, who’d returned, a towel in hand.

Heat flushed through me. “I’m going to need a front row seat for that, please.”

Both men chuckled, but the sexual tension was thick in the air, promising one hell of a delicious evening to look forward to.

A short while later, we sat down for the buffet breakfast again, and I hated how my skin crawled from my brain’s instinct to assume people watched us. Judged me especially. Even worse, the few times I couldn’t help but peer around, I made eye contact with two people who glanced away quickly as though they had been curious about who I was and what I was up to sitting between two gorgeous men.

Twice, Callum had touched my lower back as though sensing my unease, causing me to cringe, which I wouldn’t have done had we been in private. Thank fuck he hadn’t seemed to notice my unintended reaction since Zack had held his attention during both instances.

We took a walk on the beach to allow breakfast to settle, me stationed once more between the two of them, enough shoulder brushes to suggest we were together to anyone who happened to glance our way. At least the open air allowed me a sense of safety in thinking those around us were too occupied with the outdoors to give us a second glance.

While I was no celebrity, nor was my father, my mistake had been plastered across US headlines and social media, and I didn’t bullshit myself into believing everyone had forgotten how badly I’d soiled the Matthews name.

Parasailing sat on our to-do list for the day, so we spent the rest of the morning and early afternoon taking turns being dragged through the wind high above the ocean waves. I’d always been one for adrenaline rushes, and considering it’d been years since I’d let go and just had some fun, that event didn’t disappoint. Add in the amount of sunlight I’d gotten when not used to it, and I ended up crashing on our suite’s couch for an hour before dinner.

After sharing three different types of seafood, we sat on a blanket by a small fire pit on the beach, tucked away in a corner lit mostly by moonlight. I snuggled on Callum’s lap with my feet on Zack, who sat beside him.

We hadn’t kissed again, but I expected it was because he’d only allowed that intimacy in the heat of passion. But we still had a few days left, which I was thankful for.

Even though I’d had a nap, my full stomach and the long day dragged me toward dreamland. Breathing in the scent of cedar and the ocean, I closed my eyes. Callum’s heartbeat created a beautiful harmony with the gentle crashing of waves on the shore to my right.

It was the perfect cadence with two sets of hands on me. Callum’s in my hair, Zack’s on my lower legs, both petting me in a comforting, non-sensual way. Good thing, because I was too exhausted to get it up until I had a solid eight hours of sleep clocked.

“So how did the two of you meet?” Zack’s question brought my fading mind back to life and made my heart stutter.

While he didn’t have the greatest job according to society, I didn’t either. And while I expected he wouldn’t ever judge me considering what he did for a living, I’d hidden the truth for so long that sense of needing to protect myself from losing him again made me to hold my cards close.

“Remember how you always encouraged me to tell stories?” I spoke since Callum wouldn’t ever spill the tea.

“Yeah.”

“Well, I decided to write a book and actually grew the balls to send it off to some big publishing house in New York.”

Zack squeezed my calf muscle where he’d been absently trailing his fingers as though proud of me for putting myself out there like that.

“I received a rejection form from one of their acquisitions editors, but somehow, my manuscript ended up on Callum’s desk.”

“He told me he worked in the marketing department at Walters & Whether’s Publishing before moving to Rhode Island to be your PA,” Zack said.

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