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It’s fast and it’s frantic. I have no time to think, only to feel, and it’s perfect.

As quickly as he was there, Sam’s gone, and Frankie’s mouth is on mine. He’s up on his knees, while my hips are raised to meet his as he supports his weight on his elbows. “I need this,” he says into my ear.

My brows pull into a frown of confusion as I look up at him, unsure what he’s talking about. That’s when, from behind him, Sam appears. With his eyes on me, he pours lube into his palm, leaving naive me wondering how this is going to work.

Frankie buries his face in my neck as Sam looks down, and I can only assume he’s covering his cock with the lube. His top teeth are biting down on his bottom lip as he concentrates, and again, something foreign stirs in my chest, warming me from the inside out as I watch him. Sam’s left hand moves to push down between Frankie’s shoulders. I can’t see what the right is doing, but his blue eyes come back to meet mine. His hips buck forward as both his hands move to grip Frankie’s shoulders. We all still for a moment. Teddy Swims’ “Lose Control” is playing. I curb my urge to say something facetious, my eyes still on Sam.

“Again,” Frankie hisses, and it’s not until that moment I realise what’s happening. Sam’s fucking Frankie while Frankie fucks me.

My head spins from the level of desire rolling through me. Pushing my heels into the bed, I move my hips against Frankie, and when Sam starts pumping into him, he pumps into me. As we’ve already become so good at doing, we find our rhythm, and we fuck.

Frankie’s eyes are on mine, mine are on Sam’s, whose gaze shifts from looking down at what he’s doing to back up to meeting mine. When he throws his head back and tilts his face to the ceiling, I tighten every one of my internal muscles around Frankie, and then I let go.

I don’t know if I’m dissolving or igniting, exploding or imploding. I just feel. This is everything. This is the sensation I’ve yearned for. This has been my fantasy forever, to be fucked by two men at once, and finally, it’s happened, and it’s so much better than I ever could’ve imagined. My orgasm rolls through me with so much intensity, it gives me a headache.

CHAPTER 5

Mila

I have no recollection of falling asleep, but I wake among a hot, tangled mess of limbs. Or is that a tangled mess of hot limbs?

After fucking, sleeping, and everything else, with it wet last night, my hair is everywhere. Lifting it from my face, I wipe the drool from the side of my mouth and open one eye. I’m flat on my back, my right leg bent and out to the side. Frankie is on his front to my left, his leg hooked over mine, his face almost buried in my neck. Sammie’s on my right, his head on my belly, his hand between my legs. Neither me nor Frankie have anything covering us. Sammie has just a sheet covering his arse; his legs and torso are bare.

I give myself a mental eyeroll as I realise I’m now calling him Sammie like Frankie does. It’s Sunday morning. I’ve been in his company since Friday evening, and he’s changed my world irrevocably. They both have. No matter what the future brings for me, there’s no hiding from the fact I’m an unfaithful wife who’s not only been fucked by one man, but two at the same time.

My stomach churns at this thought. Not from shame, but from excitement, arousal, want and need. I’ve always known there was something inside me—something that made me different. I wouldn’t describe it as a longing, more of a knowing. I’ve always known I neededmore. I knew as a kid I needed more than the life I’d been born into. I didn’t know thenhowI was going to make that happen—not until I started to notice the boys looking at my long legs. Then I had to work out how I was going to use them to get me the life I wanted to live.

Being the youngest of four kids, whose mum had gone no contact, and whose dad was rarely present, I was left on my own a lot. I spent my time people watching, listening to others’ conversations. By the time I was thirteen, I knew I had the face and body to attract any man in Yira, I just had to make sure I saved it all for the right man. And that man was our town prince, Logan Walsh. I didn’t care thateveryoneknew he was going to marry Alice O’Leary, our town princess. Her family were the next wealthiest after the Walshes, and legend was, the pair had been inseparable since they were born just two weeks apart. I knew I had my work cut out, but I put my plan into action. I knew my way in and very quickly became the best friend of Ella Walsh, Logan’s younger sister.

Always polite and courteous, I sucked up to Nora—Logan and Ella’s mum—big time, but at the same time, I made sure she was aware of the poverty I was experiencing at home. She’d give me Ella’s hand me down clothes, and even bought me things brand new when she went on shopping trips. I’d be invited to dinner, stayed over most weekends, and even went away on holiday with them. In return, I was a model student at school, top of my class in just about every subject, and because Ella’s dyslexic, I’d spend every night after school patiently helping her with her homework so that Nora Walsh didn’t have to sober uplong enough—I also made sure I knew all of the family’s secrets—to help her daughter stay out of the ‘special needs’ class.

It was exhausting, but it meant I was able to constantly remain in Logan’s line of sight, and I took every opportunity handed my way to make sure he noticed me, whether it be wearing the tiniest of bikinis around their pool in summer, or the tightest of jeans when working in the groves at the olive farm in the cooler months. I was funny, I was flirty, I was cute, I was innocent, and when he started asking me for kisses, I turned him down flat.

“You have Alice, and I’m not the kind of girl to do that to another girl.”

I drove him insane for years. So many times I almost waivered, gave in, thinking if I gave him a taste of the goods, it would be easier to reel him in. But I had it on good authority that Alice was still a virgin, and if she wasn’t giving it up, then neither would I.

The year they graduated I took a huge gamble. Alice had confided in Ella that her and Logan were going to share a room at schoolies—the school leavers’ celebrations held up on the Gold Coast—and were finally going to sleep together. Ella obviously came running to me with the gossip, and that’s when I had a decision to make. Did I let nature run its course and let them head off to the Goldie to fuck each other’s brains out, or did I swoop in and claim him first?

I chose option A. Listening in on conversations the way I had, I knew Scott Walsh was happy for his only son to ‘get his rooting done wherever he got lucky’ until he was twenty-one—I had it on good authority Alice wasn’t the only girl in town Logan was getting lucky with—but then he needed to put a ring on the finger of the right girl.

Obviously, everyone assumed that girl would be Alice. So, for two years, I let him bang away at dull little Alice, as wellas anyone else he had a mind to. All the while, I shamelessly flirted, leading him on more and more. I planned the day I’d let him have a taste meticulously. I even checked the weather forecast. When the storm rolled in, I made sure to be out in the olive grove. When the white T-shirt I’d purposely chosen to wear that day was thoroughly soaked and clinging to me, I made sure to run to the barn I knew Logan would be in. He’d just turned twenty and had started to take on some of the day-to-day running of the business that would one day be his.

As part of his training for the role, Scott had set him up in a small office in one of the barns and given him paperwork to do. Nothing major. Payroll, HR, ordering, invoicing, and accounting all had their own staff working from a self-contained building next to the ‘big house’, but Scott was and still is a firm believer that everyone should get their hands dirty, and nothing is beneath anyone. So, whether it be chasing unpaid invoices or new business, Logan had to sit behind a desk and make those calls a couple of times a week.

Running into the barn, I stopped at the exact spot I’d worked out Logan would have the best view of from through the glass wall separating his office. Wiping my palms over my face, I pushed the water back into my hairline, then, after examining my soaked tee and rubbing my hands over my breasts, I pulled it off, rung it out, tilted my face up to the ceiling, and dried my neck and cleavage with it.

I heard the chair scrape before I even had my tee pulled over my head, but I made out I didn’t. The rain was hammering down, so it was feasible I wouldn’t hear him. When my eyes finally met his, he was leaning in the doorway to his office. I was standing in the middle of the barn in a white, lace bra, denim cut offs, and my Blue Steel work boots. I stilled, our eyes locked, and a split second later, he was stalking towards me. I let him kissme. I let him touch my breasts, but as he attempted to unfasten my bra and kiss them, I put a stop to things.

That’s when I told him if he wanted me, he had to get rid of her—Alice. I refused to be the other woman. He spent the next couple of weeks pulling away from her until he finally ended things. She was devasted, I was ecstatic. Two weeks after that, he took me on a date to dinner at a local Italian place that happened to be the best restaurant within miles of our small country town. That night, I played with his cock until he came all over himself but told him there was no way we were having sex. I was virgin and saving myself for marriage. A week later, I rode his face. The weekend after, I blew him but didn’t swallow. Two weeks later, he presented me with the biggest diamond engagement ring I’d ever seen.

That was the night I said yes.

That was the night I swallowed.

That was the night all of my carefully laid plans fell into place.

That was the night Logan Walsh thought all his dreams were coming true.

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