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And she wasn’t all that calm.

Her body tensed when she felt Aidan’s hands part the cheeksof her ass and then the sensation of lube against her. She whimpered as Tristanbegan to work it into her asshole, his big finger circling her and then openingher up. It was different from the plug. It was so much more intimate.

“Relax, Carys,” Tristan commanded.

“Relax, baby.” Aidan’s words were softer, punctuated withhis hands stroking up her sides. “Let him in. I want to feel him against me,both of us taking what belongs to us. You taking what belongs to you.”

Them. They belonged to her if she could be brave enough toreach out and take them.

One of Tristan’s hands was warm on the small of her back ashe worked the lubricant in, his big finger fucking her ass like his cock soonwould. Tristan in her ass and Aidan in her pussy, the barest hint of fleshseparating them. The thought made her shiver and still because she suddenlydidn’t want to start over again. She wanted what they were promising her.

When she heard the sound of a condom opening she glancedback at Tristan.

He’d been wearing one all week, unlike Aidan. She was onbirth control, and neither of them had ever had another lover. After she’d goneon birth control, they hadn’t bothered with condoms because they’d trusted eachother. But Tris hadn’t even made her ask. He’d put one on the first time he’dgotten her properly in bed and had worn one every time since.

Because she hadn’t believed him.

“Did you cheat, Tris?”

“No,” came his choked reply.

“Then you don’t need it.” She laid her head against Aidan’schest, listening to the strong beat of his heart.

“Are you sure?” Tristan asked.

She wasn’t sure about anything, but she had to start trying.“Yes.”

“You won’t regret it, baby. I love you. I love you sofucking much,” Tristan said and then she felt the head of his cock pressingagainst her.

She had to force herself to breathe as she flattened out herback and gave Tris the leverage he needed to work his way in. Pressure andpleasure warred as he entered her in sure, shallow thrusts, gaining ground eachtime. All the while Aidan held her, kissing her forehead and whispering allmanner of sweet and dirty things to her.

She groaned as Tristan pressed fully in, seating himself,his hands on her hips.

“You feel so fucking good,” Tris groaned. “Come here.”

She tilted up, turning her head so he could lean over andmesh their mouths together.

“Thank you, Carys,” he whispered. “I promise I won’t let youdown again.”

She didn’t have a chance to answer because he took herbreath away with a powerful thrust forward, pulling her off Aidan’s cock beforehe pressed his hips up and surged inside her.

Carys gave over, being drawn back and forth between them.The feeling was so familiar and safe, she couldn’t deny them. She told them sheloved them over and over while the feeling built inside her. It rolled over herskin and connected the three of them in a way they hadn’t been even in the lastfew days. This was what they needed. Being together. With nothing at allbetween them.

Her body flushed with pleasure as they pushed her over theedge, and then she felt Tris’s hands tighten on her hips before he filled herass. Aidan followed, giving her everything he had.

They fell together, a pile of satisfaction.

She felt Tristan’s lips on her shoulder, Aidan’s on hercheek.

She was warm and safe and loved.

For now.

ChapterFifteen

Carys allowed Aidan to lead her into the lush bar at theback of the hotel. This wasn’t the lobby bar. The hotel boasted a small,Paris-in-the-twenties themed speakeasy-style bar. Naturally when her cousinwent for a drink, she’d passed by the elegant bar in front for this obvious denof iniquity. Kala sat at the bar, looking perfectly at home in the low light.

She wasn’t alone, but the two people with her did look a bitout of place.

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