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Like a tripwire connected to a thousand tons of pleasure, overwhelming all my circuits. I shudder in Hugh’s arms, a spasm that triggers another and another, as they push and grind against me, stringing out my orgasm and triggering their own.

When they slip out of me, it’s a weird shock, and my body feels permanently changed. Or maybe that’s just my heart.

Hugh disappears to clean up first, then Lachlan rolls off the bed as our lover rejoins us.

I don’t move a muscle because I’m dead.

Hugh’s having none of that.

“Time for pie,” he says breathlessly as he slaps my ass. “Then a shower before round two.”

Round two of Kill Beth With Pleasure? And pie?

I roll over and snag his hand, pulling him close. “You’re crazy,” I whisper, kissing his fingers. “And amazing.”

He crouches beside the bed and brushes my hair off my face. His expression is hard to read, but my brain is too scattered to try and decipher weird boy feelings right now. “You enjoyed that?”

“Oh, yeah.”

“I think he needed that, too.” He glances over his shoulder toward the bathroom.

“He’s just—” I cut myself off as Lachlan returns. “Pie time?”

I get two satisfied, hungry grins in response.

But we’re definitely coming back to that conversation at some point this weekend.

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Hugh

Idon’t fall asleep.

I couldn’t even if I hadn’t already made the decision that I’m not staying.

I’ve changed my flight. I did it earlier today, and even after what we’ve shared tonight, I don’t regret it.

Well, that’s a fucking lie.

I already regret it.

But it’s what needs to be done, and I know it.

I stroke Beth’s hair. Lachlan’s arm is wrapped around her, as it always is when we sleep together, and I rest my hand on his forearm next. I love his strength. The size of him. My big ox.

Hers now.

My gut churns and my heart slams against my chest as I slip silently out of our cabin. The gravel road will be too noisy for me to make a speedy departure, so I dash along the grass between the cabins and the river towards the cafe where my rental is parked.

The first call comes shortly after I leave the resort. Lachlan’s ringtone. I ignore it as I turn onto the highway towards Vancouver.

Moments later, I get a voicemail notification, followed immediately after by a text. Then comes Beth’s ringtone. It kills me hit reject—because I’m not rejecting her. But I’m in no headspace to handle a conversation with either of them. I just need to get home.

I flip my phone to airplane mode. I’m off duty for a couple more days, so being unavailable for a few extra hours won’t affect the PM’s security.

Traffic is pretty much non-existent this time of the morning, and I make it to the airport in under two hours.

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