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“There are other ways,” I say carefully, watching her face as she processes my meaning, seeing the moment it registers.

“Would you … want to do that?” She looks back and forth between me and Wyatt.

“Are you kidding?” I say lightly, hoping my chuckle eases the furrow on her brow. I slide my hand down to her hip and squeeze the soft flesh there. “I want to do anything you want to do.”

She turns to Wyatt. “Do you want to do that?”

“We can try it. If you don’t enjoy it, we’ll stop.”

Her eyes are wild as she studies the ceiling, imagining. “I’m up for anything with the two of you,” she says finally.

“Oh, Stella.” I roll her onto her back and cage her between my arms as I kiss her sweet mouth. This woman is incredible.

Luckily, I packed lube with the condoms I brought to the room earlier in the afternoon. I didn’t really think we’d need it, but I believe in being prepared.

And speaking of preparation, we spend a lot of time getting Stella ready for another new experience. This time, it’s something new for all of us, as far as I know.

While Wyatt sucks on her nipples and fingers her pussy until she’s writhing around between us, I use a slick finger to tease her other hole, gradually exploring new territory, and finding out she likes it.

After a lot of foreplay, Wyatt slides his cock into her drenched pussy and starts to fuck her at a relaxed but steady pace. At the same time, I enter her from behind, slow as a glacier, as I rely on Wyatt to watch her face and alert me if she appears to be experiencing anything but pleasure.

Though I regret that I can’t see her expression as we both take her, I can hear the sounds she’s making, and it’s those purrs and soft gasps that have me worried I’m not going to last long.

My endurance is doubly tested when Stella starts to come.

Her body grips me so tight, it’s unlike anything I’ve ever experienced, and I immediately want more.

Somehow I manage to hang on until she’s on the other side of her peak, and then I can’t hold back a second longer. I come, and come hard, my vision going white, euphoria filling every cell in my body.

Vaguely, I’m aware that Wyatt’s coming too, and in an instant, I understand why Stella cried the last time we were together, because this is all so intense in a way I didn’t anticipate.

And it’s not just about the physical experience. I’m overwhelmed that this woman who’s been hurt in her past trusts us enough to be vulnerable with us, to know that we’ll take care of her through such an intimate experience. She’s a perfect fit for Wyatt and me, in every way, and I’m going to do whatever it takes to keep her here between us forever.

CHAPTER50

STELLA

Afew days have passed since the night at the hotel with my neighbors. Since the night I became a different woman.

It may be incredibly old-fashioned, or maybe cliched, to say that sex changed me, but it did.

Or maybe it’s just the men who changed me, and not the sex itself, but I feel like my heart’s been laid open in the very best way. Like it grew several sizes and is now not only big enough to hold my daughter, but to hold Cam and Wyatt too, and there’s room for a lot more happiness in there as well.

The happiness is bubbling over, in fact, much like the bathtub we shared at that luxe hotel.

I’m humming a happy tune and savoring memories of how it felt to be in that tub, as I finally mix the batter for the blueberry muffins I promised myself I’d make to thank Cam and Wyatt for our day at Disneyland.

I have so many new experiences to thank them for.

Daydreaming as I spoon the batter into the liners, I imagine what it would be like to live with them. Maybe Wyatt and I could bake together, and he could show me how he makes those delicious chocolate chip cookies, and then all three of us could cuddle on the sofa as we feed them to each other.

I’m getting way ahead of myself, but I’ve got it bad for those men. At first, going out with them seemed like something completely separate from my real life, and being with them has felt like a fantasy, but now I’m starting to think about them being part of my daily life. Waking up with them, sharing meals, doing things with Jessie as a family …

Despite these ideas, I’m still not quite ready to tell Jessie that I’m dating them. Even though the men make me feel secure, I just feel that more time should pass before everything’s out in the open.

Maybe part of what’s holding me back is their internet fame, though I’m getting good at ignoring the fact that so many other women see their bodies every day. I get to see all of them, and I know there’s so much more to them than their looks.

I get some work done while the muffins bake and cool. After they’re set, but still warm, I line a basket with a pretty dish towel and arrange them inside.

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