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“What is it?” I asked, amused at her laughter.

“I was thinking maybe you both should have led with that when you were trying to convince me this would work.”

Justin laughed and buried his face in her neck. “Anytime you want an encore, sweetheart, you just let us know.” Riley’s eyes widened at the nickname but she melted into Justin’s chest.

“I’m going to hold you to that,” Riley said softly. We snuggled for a few minutes longer before Riley got up to use the restroom. On her way back, she scooped my t-shirt off the floor and pulled it over her head. The primal part of my brain roared in delight like it always did at seeing her in my clothes. I rolled over and grabbed my boxers, putting them back on and then lying back down on my back. I turned my head to Justin.

“You okay?” I asked. He seemed happy but I wanted to be sure.

“I am,” he said softly. “I’m happy.”

“Good.” I smiled at him. This was going to work. It had been a good idea in my head but even better in real life. My girlfriend and boyfriend were happy and I was going to do everything I could to keep them both that way.

CHAPTER 18

RILEY

Hot. I was too hot. The sweat on my arm stuck uncomfortably to the comforter.

I tried to kick the covers off but it was stuck on something. My foot made contact with a warm body.

Not something, someone. Memories of the last day came rushing back. Colton and Justin surprising me at the coffee shop, wanting a three-way relationship, eating dinner at my place, having sex.

My eyes flew open. The city lights cast a warm glow into the dark bedroom from where I had forgotten to pull the shades closed. The soft light illuminated the faces of the sleeping men on either side of me. I turned my head slightly. In sleep, the hard edges of Justin’s face melted away and he looked content. The covers were low across his chest as he lay on his back, arm stretched above my head.

I turned my head to the otherside. Colton had the covers pulled up to his chin like he was cold. I couldn’t understand how. He was like a furnace. Sweat was beading on my upper lip and there was no falling back to sleep like this. I carefully extricated myself from the covers, slipping down to the foot of the bed. I’d figure out sleeping arrangements when I got back.

I padded into the kitchen and grabbed a glass of water. Taking small sips, I let the cool liquid slide down my throat and cool off my body temperature. I picked up the empty takeout containers littered on the coffee table and stuffed them into the trash.

Entering the bathroom through the living room door, I softly clicked the bedroom door shut and turned on the light above the sink. I went to the bathroom and washed my hands. I grabbed a washcloth from under the sink and wet it, patting my face with the cool cloth. Clicking the light off, I opened the bedroom door. Justin blinked sleepily at me, the remote for the overhead ceiling fan in his hand. The ceiling fan circled on low but I could already feel the heat in the room from the extra bodies dissipate.

He rolled into the middle spot and crooked a finger at me. I hesitated only for a moment but then climbed back into the bed. It should have been weird to slide in next to him but like with Colton, things with Justin just seemed easy.

“Colton’s always been a furnace,” he whispered sleepily, shoving the comforter over onto Colton and lifting the sheet for me to slip under. He really was and usually it wouldn’t be too bad but with another extra body in the bed, I was roasting.

I lay on my side facing him and he pressed a sleepy kiss to my forehead. His eyes were already fluttering shut as he slid a hand on my hip. The comforting weight and the cooler air lulled me back to sleep.

The next time I woke up, the bed was empty but I could hear clattering in the kitchen. I turned and picked up my phone from the bedside table. I blinked at the time. 9:00 AM? I didn’t usually sleep this late.

Messages from Ryan popped up on my phone.

I’m assuming by the fact that you haven’t texted me about my box-stacking skills you aren’t at the office yet.

Not that you should be at the office.

Nor should you be answering me.

You should be getting dick. Lots of dick.

I’m going to stop texting you now so you can get the dick.

I rolled my eyes and opened my messages to respond to him.

Slept in. Don’t want to know about the boxes.

My fingers hesitated and then I typed a message I knew would make his day.

Slept in because of the dick last night.

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