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Hugh’s grunts behind her.

Dirty fucking sex.

With a shout, I come, shooting my first spurt into her mouth, then she strokes me again, cool air sharp against the sensitive tip.

I blink my eyes open in time to see her direct the next shot of my come onto her breasts.

Fuck.

My cock spasms in her hand and I paint her again, spurting three more times before I’m wrung out.

She wraps her hands around my thighs as Hugh carries them both over the finish line, his thumb on her clit, his mouth against her ear.

Dirty words. Dirty sex.

They gaze up at me, him knowingly, her in awe, and I have no doubt this is the rightest thing I’ve ever done.

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Beth

Lachlan falls asleep first, his arm growing heavy over my side as his breaths slow and even out. Hugh’s in front of me. The other half of my delicious man-Beth-man sandwich. He silently touches my lips, and I kiss his fingers.Good night, I mouth.

He watches me for a few minutes, a happy, sex-drunk smile on his face.

But then he blinks. Once, then twice. Slow, sleepy blinks. And after a bit, his eyes don’t open, and his breaths, too, grow steady.

I’m so ridiculously lucky.

I know that.

So why can’t I sleep, too?

I lean back against Lachlan. He’s so warm and stable. If I squint, today is a lot like how I expected being with him would be. Except Hugh wasn’t in those fantasies.

And that makes my chest hurt, because…I slowly follow the shape of my new lover with my eyes. His dark stubble, his full lips. The big, thick bulk of him in front of me, hyper-masculine and all mine to devour.

He’s perfect.

Funny, bossy, sexy.

Just like Lachlan’s perfect in a different way. Strong, kind, sexy.

I could never choose between them.

Ugh. I clench my fist, not wanting my thoughts to go there. Not tonight. Not after this weekend. But the question has encroached, here and there. It can’t really be ignored.

This perfection is fleeting.

Deep down, I always thought maybe Lachlan might be the one.

Now there are two.

Have I fucked myself over for a happy-ever-after with the only man I could ever see myself having babies with?

Hot tears threaten to fall, and I amnotdoing that now. Not between them.

My heart pounds as I carefully slide myself off the bed, then pull on one of Lachlan’s t-shirts. I don’t bother with underwear.

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