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“I’d really like that,” Noah said.

“Fuck yeah,” Ash agreed. “We can get into a lot of trouble with you in two weeks.”

I kissed him on the cheek. “I can’t wait to see what you come up with.”

Noah was ready to pass out after the eighth episode of Grey’s Anatomy, just before midnight. I used Noah’s spare toothbrush and then crawled into bed just as Ash was getting up to leave.

“The bed is warmer than your tent,” I said.

“Plus,” Noah added sleepily, “this specific bed has one thing your tent lacks: a nude Melissa. Soft, warm, irresistible Melissa…”

His fingers danced up my leg under the covers.

“Fine,” Ash said grumpily. “I’ll stay until you two fall asleep.”

He climbed back into bed with us, but rolled over facing the other direction. I pressed my chest against his bare back and sighed.

“You’re too small to be the big spoon,” he rumbled.

“I’m not the big spoon,” I replied. “I’m your jetpack.” I held onto him tightly and made sputtering engine noises.

That pulled a laugh from Ash, and I felt his body relax. I liked the sound of him laughing. A rare treat from the intimidating man.

Noah cuddled up on the other side of me, and I fell asleep wedged between their perfect masculine bodies.

Both of them had early mornings, so they got up while it was still dark and kissed me goodbye. “Stay in bed as long as you want,” Noah instructed. “Consider this place yours.”

I liked the sound of that. I also liked being kissed goodbye by multiple men. It was such a strange experience, especially since they were both present for the other’s kiss. Maybe that’s what made it okay, rather than feeling like I was sneaking around with different guys.

But I liked dividing my attention among them. I had wondered if being with three men would diminish the experience with them individually, but that wasn’t true at all. Instead, it had the effect of elongating this period of the relationship when everything was new and we couldn’t get enough of each other. Drawing it out, making it last longer. Like alternating between three TV shows rather than binging a single one in a week.

I vaguely wondered if it would be the same if these turned into long-term relationships. If seriously dating three men would elongate every aspect of being with someone, for years.

I gave myself a little shake. The future wasn’t guaranteed. I was supposed to be enjoying the present without overthinking things. That’s why this was working, and what made it so damn fun.

Eventually, I pulled myself out of bed and rode my bike back to Jack’s campsite. The man himself was on his porch, pouring food into the bowls of four waiting cats. He gave me a big smirk when I stopped my bike in front.

“There’s a gorgeous sight.”

“I was going to say the same thing to you.” I leaned the bike against the building and skipped up the porch steps to give him a kiss. His body reacted hungrily, pulling me into him and searching with his tongue. I responded by appreciating his body with my hands, the broad back and firm, muscular butt…

“You keep doing that,” Jack warned, “and I’ll be forced to skip the rest of my chores and take you into that cabin over there.”

I smiled up at him innocently. “And do what?”

His grin was hungry. “Whatever I want.”

I let out a giggle, gave him a final kiss, then pulled away from his embrace. “I don’t want to distract you today. Get some work done and we can have our fun later.”

My fingers dragged down along the bulge at the front of his pants before I walked away.

“Hey,” he said.

I turned around. There was a funny look on his face.

“What if you stayed?” he asked. “What if you stayed in Crested Butte?”

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