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“Oh, good, cuz I have a date with volunteer boy in there when I pick up my shirt,” I tell them, winking before I start to back away.

Their faces slowly dawn in recognition of the joke and Wes takes on a predatory smile.

“Oh, you think you’re cute, don’t you?” he asks, walking towards me as I continue backing away.

“Can’t help it if someone else put in a claim on this hot mess… emphasis on the hot-tah,” I say, exaggeratedly drawing out the last syllable before licking my finger and making a sizzle noise as I press it to my hips.

My eyes are laser focused on Wes as he prowls toward me, and I bump into someone. I can feel my cheeks flame with embarrassment, but before I can turn, I feel arms band gently around my middle.

“You tryin’ to ditch us for that volunteer, princess?” I hear Kyle’s low voice next to my ear.

He’s a mix of playful and sultry, and all I want is to hear him keep talking like that, directly into my ear.

“Maybe,” I say softly as Wes reaches me.

“We’re gonna have to work to prove to you we’re enough, aren’t we?” Kyle continues, placing a feather-light kiss on the outer edge of my ear.

I take a shuddering breath as Wes lands his hands softly on my hips, both of them invading my personal space in the best way. My eyes roam over Wes’ face, bouncing from his piercing blue eyes to his lips, taking in every freckle and laugh line showing on his rugged face from all his time outdoors.

“I think I could give up my time with the volunteer for you guys.” I give in way too easily, but these men have me twisted up inside.

Wes leans in close, his mouth near the same ear that Kyle kissed. “We’ll make it worth your while,” he promises softly, and I feel him and Kyle give each other a light, sweet kiss right next to my head.

I’m pretty sure my legs are jelly at this point. My panties are damp, and I can lightly feel how affected both of them are by the interaction. We’re not close enough for me to tease them properly, but I can tell the three of us are tangled up in the chemistry. Not wanting to let go, willing to dive deeper into whatever this feeling is. My breathing has picked up a bit and I’m leaning further into Kyle the longer we stand here.

“We should,” I stop and swallow. “We should probably go see about those stage acts.”

Kyle hums and runs his nose along my ear, promising more to come. Wes grabs my hand and subtly helps me steady myself as Kyle pulls away. As we start walking toward the nearest stage, Kyle grabs my other hand and squeezes it gently. I look over at him, and he’s gazing at me with a soft smile on his face. My face automatically smiles back at him before turning back to focus on where we’re going.

Chapter 9

Kyle

Wes and I leave the locker room, headed for the weights today. I’m antsy and distracted from our date yesterday with Rory, and I need to burn some of this energy off. Wes tried his best to burn it off last night with me, but we both woke up still wired. Rory has a way of getting underneath my skin. Then all I can think about is her eyes, her sass, and that body I want pressed up against me all the time. Based on Wes’ temperament, he feels the same.

Wes pulls me in the direction of the track, insisting on some cardio warm up. I groan but follow him anyway, my head tipped back in annoyance. I hate jogging. Hate it. I would just walk around the track if I thought I could get away with it. Since Wes and I switch, I know he’d pull Dom and have my ass red if I tried to. On the other hand, that might not be so bad. Wes tugs on my hand and raises a brow, like he knows what I’m thinking.

“Fine, I’ll jog,” I tell him.

“Good,” he responds. “Your ass isn’t the one I want to see turning red.”

“Fuck, why do you have to say shit like that?” I grumble at him, willing my body not to respond to his words and the image they create.

He grins at me. “Cuz I can.”

I shove him in the shoulder and take off around the track at a light jog. He chuckles and follows after me, catching up fairly quickly. He’s faster than I am, even though we both do a fair amount of cardio. Mine’s just usually in the water. Wes insists I suffer through two laps of the track before I drag him over to the weights.

“What’s goin’ on in that pretty head of yours?” I ask him as I secure the weights on the barbell I’m planning to use.

“Regarding…?” he teases as I lay under the bar, and he steps into a spotting position.

“You know what,” I grunt as I pull the bar off the rest.

“She is running through my mind all the time,” he admits, his eyes focused on my form and the bar. “I can’t wait to see her again, but I don’t want to scare her off.”

“I agree,” I grunt out, giving the bar a few more pumps before I set it on the rack and sit up to take a breather. “I want to hang out with her again, and she seemed okay doing the trio date. Maybe we should do another one.”

“Maybe we can bring her home this time,” Wes says, waggling his eyebrows at me.

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