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And I can’t control it, because I’ve given myself over entirely to them, to be this bridge so we can all have what we want together. The three of us. Three lovers.

I feel taut. Strung out between two men. And now my climax is charging hard, loud and raging, and I’m tighter still. Hugh is filling me to the point of an aching stretch with each heavy rock of his hips. He’s massaging that spot inside, that I’ve decided to call the oh-my-fucking-God spot.

Right there,I think, and he gets the telepathic hint, because he doesn’t miss a beat. And each time he hits it, I swallow Lachlan deeper, until he’s tapping my shoulder in warning.

I don’t need it. I swallow his quick spurts of hot come down my throat, then he eases out and holds me as Hugh pushes me over the edge, make me cry out both of their names. And some swear words, I think.

One thing is sure, though. I’m grinning like an idiot when we collapse in a heap diagonally across my bed.

“The OMFG-Spot,” I say under my breath, giggling softly.

“What’s that?”

“A magical new thing inside me that Hugh discovered. It’s like the G-spot on cocaine. I assume. I’ve never done cocaine.”

“Sounds more like ecstasy than coke,” Hugh mutters from face down in the blanket.

Lachlan laughs and pulls me close. “Ignore the guy that did some time undercover. The OMFG-spot, eh?”

“It’s magical,” I say with a happy smile.

“You’re magical,” he says quietly. “And the weekend has just begun.”

“Should we come up for air at some point?”

He shrugs. “We should just come.”

“So the non-stop sex isn’t a bad thing?”

They both start laughing at the same time.

“I guess if I ask a silly question…”

Hugh climbs on top of me. “It’s not silly, beautiful. Do you want us to court you? Take you dancing?”

I don’t know how that would even work.

Lachlan nuzzles in behind me. “Let’s worry about that once we’ve exhausted the combined force of three very healthy libidos.”

I nod. That’s an excellent plan. But we will have to worry about it at some point.

23

Hugh

When we finally disentangle oursweaty limbs late on Saturday afternoon, and Beth throws a broad hint that she might go to the gym, Lachlan and I hit the road, but we don’t stay apart for long. Before we leave, he reminds her he wanted to grill her a steak and she agrees to come over to his place for dinner.

The bigger bed was a draw, too.

Four hours later, she shows up. He meets her at the door, then waves her into the kitchen where I’m on salad prep duty.

“Long time no see,” she says as she wiggles in between me and the counter, distracting me from the task of chopping vegetables. I feed her a chunk of red pepper and she makes a delightfully content hum.

I kiss her nose, and Lachlan snorts from across the room where he’s prepping steaks for the grill. “What?”

He waves his tongs at me. “You’re being adorable.”

He looks strangely pleased at this, but that doesn’t stop me from teasing him. “Do you want me to be adorable with you, too?”

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