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Her heart sank more when Zach shook his head.

“Amy might as well stay because I’m pretty sure you and I both want the same thing.” He cleared his throat. “In the interest of full disclosure, I should tell both of you that I’ve been at my parents, telling them that Kincaid is my boyfriend and that I was not cheating on him with Amy the way my mom accused me of, then having to try to explain polyamory to her.”

Her heart rose back up with every word he said, then the pained expression on his face when he talked about trying to explain polyamory to his mom made Amy laugh. Not just because it was funny, though it was, but because all the tension was bursting out of her and needed somewhere to go.

It was a laugh of relief, of joy, of hope.

Fingers closed around hers. Kincaid was holding her hand. He reached his free hand toward Zach, who took the steps to close the gap and take it. Amy breathed out a sigh of contentment.

Yes. This felt right. This is how they were supposed to be.

“So, everyone’s in agreement that we want to be in a relationship with each other?” Kincaid asked with barely suppressed amusement.

“Yes. But only if we’re in this together. I never want to be Zach’s beard.” Amy narrowed her eyes at him, joking but not really joking.

“You won’t be. I promise I won’t hide either of you. Which is going to make my company holiday party this year really interesting, but we’ll have fun with it.” He grinned at them. He looked so much more relaxed than he had in months, and Amy realized how much keeping the secret had been weighing on him. Now that the weight was off, he didn’t seem eager to take it back up again.

“Well, I still have to tell my parents,” Amy said, though considering her mom’s reading habits and her suggestion at Amy’s wedding, perhaps it wouldn’t go too badly. “Um, which… I would like to wait a little before telling them, if that’s okay. Just to make sure that we don’t change our minds.”

Zach smiled warmly at her, washing away her worry about him. Kincaid’s expression was more serious, but he nodded.

“I’m not going to change my mind, but we can wait until you’re more comfortable.” He looked at Zach again. “I’m working on my patience.”

“You were already really patient,” Zach told him. “You had every right to be upset that it was taking so long to tell my parents.”

“And you were working on your own timetable. You shouldn’t have had to adhere to mine, and you would have every right to be upset that I was pressuring you.” Kincaid sighed.

“So, both of you were in the wrong, and I’m the good girl,” Amy quipped, looking to break up the pity fest a little bit. They’d just gotten things sorted out; she didn’t want them arguing about who had done the other one more wrong.

Both of them laughed, just as she’d meant them to.

“You are the good girl,” Kincaid said, his dark eyes lighting up. “And I think you deserve a reward.”

“I feel like I’m getting off easy,” Zach murmured.

Kincaid turned to look at him with a wolfish smile. “Trust me, you won’t feel that way by the end of the night.”

34

Zach

Everything felt right. As if it was supposed to be. Not that he and Kincaid had ever felt wrong together—they hadn’t—but they hadn’t feltthisright. Zach knew it was partly because he was no longer holding back. His parents knew. His sister knew. Their friends knew. They didn’t have anything to hide anymore.

It was also because Amy was with them now. If she’d been available, if he’d been available, he would have made a move on her a long time ago. He’d always figured she’d be an important part of his life once they’d started scening because he cared deeply about her.

Having her be a part of Kincaid’s life, in the same way she was a part of his, felt like everything had fallen into place.

They held her between them, passing her back and forth while they stripped her down. Hands moving over her body, mouths stealing kisses from her lips, exploring her neck, making her moan when Kincaid had her lean back against him, lifting her breasts to Zach like an offering. One that he took full advantage of, ravaging her pert nipples with his mouth, using his fingers to twist and pull them.

“Lift your arms up around my neck, princess,” Kincaid murmured in her ear, and Amy whimpered as she did as she was told. The position thrust her breasts out in front of her, the pink tips begging for more torment. “Zach, go get the clamps. I think our girl needs some jewelry.”

“I agree.” Zach grinned as he went to get the clamps he wanted. Nothing too harsh tonight. He wanted to focus on the pleasure rather than the pain for her. She didn’t need harsh right now.

So, he picked out the tweezer clamps, the triad strand with one for her clit, all connected by a chain so that when her breasts bounced or moved, it would tug on her clit. He also knew it was Kincaid’s favorite to use on a sub, confirmed by the way his boyfriend’s eyes lit up when he saw what Zach was holding.

With one hand covering Amy’s breast, the other down between her legs stroking her clit, Kincaid was already priming her. Zach went for the breast Kincaid wasn’t toying with first, putting the rubber tips of the clamp around her pert nipple and pushing the slider up the tweezers to pinch. The closer the slider got to the rubber, the tighter the pinch, though it still would be a lot less than something like clover clamps.

It was enough to make Amy moan and lean her head back against Kincaid, who released her breast and moved his hand up to her throat. He held her in place, moving his lips along the top of her shoulder, while Zach lifted the breast Kincaid had been playing with and pinched the clamp around that nipple. Amy moaned again, shuddering as both of her nipples were trapped and tightly pinched.

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