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I don’t want to ask him to stay if he’s already at his limit of what he can take. I want to touch him, want him to touch me. But if he’s not ready, I can wait. I will wait.

So I smile instead of asking him to stay.

Chapter 61

Resa

Iwatch Blaine go. Despite telling myself literally a second ago to not push if he’s not ready, I still want to do it anyway. “Will he be okay?”

“He’s come a long way.” Garrison grasps my hips with both hands, tugging me into his chest and wrapping his arms around me. “One day he might surprise himself by going even further than he thought he could go.”

“How far?”

He dips his head, and his lips cling to mine in a kiss so deep and luscious I rise to my tiptoes, stretching up for more. His cock nudges my lower belly as he breaks the kiss to say, “As far as this.”

Vaughn steps into my back, tucking himself close as he strokes his hands over my waist and trails a series of hot kisses along my neck. “And like this.”

Garrison’s lips re-claim mine as, for one long decadent minute, I’m pinned between two men who want me as badly as I want them.

Then Garrison breaks the kiss, and I frown when he takes a step back. “This is enough.”

It takes my brain a second to re-start. “What?”

Vaughn gives my throat one last kiss before he moves around me to stand beside Garrison. “You being back, beautiful.”

Okay, so maybe it takes more than a second for my brain to re-start because I’m still not getting this. “I don’t understand.”

A brief flare of amusement turns Garrison’s hazel eyes nearly gold. “I want you.”

“So do I,” Vaughn says, his tropical blue eyes half-lidded.

I think I see where this is going now.

“Together?” I force myself to slow my breathing as need spikes in my belly.

Hunger darkens Garrison’s gaze as his chest rises with his excitement. “Together.”

I lick my dry lips and Vaughn’s pulse jumps in response.

“And how would together work?” I imagine being pinned between them, maybe both of them taking turns thrusting into me. My nipples pebble and my heart races even faster.

“Would you like us to tell you?” Garrison raises a brow as his voice deepens.

“Or show you?” Vaughn’s gaze dips, lingering on my breasts. His fingers flex as if he’s envisioning putting his hands on me, and I wish he would. I wish they both would.

“Oh, I’m a visual learner.” I back up, sliding the pool house glass doors open without looking when I bump into it. “I think you’ll have to show me.”

Backing into a room filled with cushions and throws was only ever going to end one way.

Me yelping as I trip over something and thump onto my back. At least I land on cushions. Vaughn and Garrison follow me down, which is even better.

“You are…” Garrison smiles down at me as he sweeps hair from my brow.

I blush. “An idiot who should maybe try looking where they’re going?”

He claims my lips in a soft, sweet kiss. “Perfect.” His kiss moves from my lips, gliding along my jaw, my throat, and my shoulder. “You are perfect.”

And as I lower my head, curious about how far he’s planning on taking these kisses, Vaughn grips my chin, angles my head to the left, and slants his mouth over mine, distracting me.

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