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I look at my girl. Our girl.

More than ever, I want her to choose me.

But I have the most ridiculous thought:

As long as I get to be with her, I wouldn’t mind sharing her forever.

Chapter 27

Winnie

Holy fuck, I just had a threesome.

In an insanely cool nightclub.

With Theo and Leo Hammer!

Who am I and where has the real Winnie Wainwright gone?

I feel like I’m strutting through the club as we head out to leave. My whole body feels weaker and stronger than ever at the same time. I’m stretched and sore, satisfied, and yet there’s a small flame of need in my core that I’m not sure is fully extinguished.

Just before we reach the door, the opening notes of a techno song from our college days blast like a sign from the damn universe. It’s my favorite ass-shaking song, ever.

“One more dance before we go?” I shout.

“Anything for you, love,” Leo says, his hand on the small of my back as we weave through the crowd to a spot on the dance floor.

He pulls me in close, the front of his body pressed against mine, while Theo moves in behind me.

My body is so sensitive from what we just did together that it wouldn’t take much to make me come again, and the secret of it pulls my cheeks into a grin that I try to hide in Leo’s chest.

We move to the beat as one. A piece of paper couldn’t fit between either of their bodies and mine.

Sweet heaven, they’re both hard again.

Gazing up at Leo, I lick my lips, remembering the velvety soft skin of his dick, the sweet and salty taste of him. I get why people call them a snack. He tasted better than a candy bar. And having Leo in my mouth while Theo was opening me wide and banging me hard, in an angle that perfectly hit my g-spot…

I shudder, remembering.

The song ends too soon, but though I never want this night to end, I’m ready to go home. I want to be cuddled up in bed with one, or both, of them.

The ride back to the house isn’t at all awkward, which is both surprising and not. It’s Leo’s truck we’re in, a fully restored classic Ford, with a bench seat for three. I sit in the middle and lean back against the headrest, happy, sleepy.

Theo’s jacket covers my lap like a blanket and his fingers trace the skin along my skirt’s slit. Leo holds my hand. I snuggle into the warmth of their bodies against mine.

I fall asleep before we reach the house, but not before Theo tugs my skirt up, reaches under, his jacket which hides his hand as he slides his fingers into my panties.

I gaze up into his eyes as he fills me with a long finger. They’re dark and glittering green under the streetlights, watching my face.

“You’re extra tight, angel. Is this okay”

I nod as my eyes jam shut, and I bite my lip to keep back my sounds of pleasure as he expertly urges me to come into his hand again.

When I next open my eyes, we’re home. After coming, I’d snuggled into Theo’s side for the rest of the ride. Theo has gone to sleep too, and is snoring softly.

I nudge him. “Wake up, Theo. We’re home. Though sleeping out here doesn’t seem like a bad idea since it means not having to move.”

“I’ve got you, love,” Leo says as Theo stirs awake. Before I can protest, Leo’s scooping me into his arms. He carries me from the truck to the door, then inside before setting me down.

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