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What do I need now that I’ve started down this path? Do I keep going?

Dowe?

“Please.” I hear myself say it before I’ve thought through a plan. “Logan, please stay.”

CHAPTER 9

LOGAN

Sara’s sweet plea dissolves something inside me.

“Logan, please stay.”

But Trent’s level gaze leaves me feeling uncertain. He said the words first, which surprised me. The man just took his girlfriend’s virginity after ten years of pent-up desire. Does he really want me hanging around?

He watches me with an expression I can’t read. I don’t answer right away. I’m not sure how to. I’m not the same cocky consort I typically am in the presence of half-naked people.

Trent clears his throat.

“Look, man.” He drags a hand through his hair, shifting his weight on the balls of his feet. He wears his nakedness with the casual ease of a man accustomed to barracks and locker rooms. “You said it yourself that this whole experience is about what Sara wants.” He glances at her for assurance, and she nods. “She wanted you here, so let’s make her happy.”

My gaze swings to Sara’s and she smiles. “I’m reclaiming my body.” A gentle blush colors her cheeks. “It’s my turn to decide who I want touching me and how and when and?—”

“Okay.” God, I should go, but I’m pulled like a magnet tometal. “I’m available, I mean. I don’t have any other enchantments scheduled until tomorrow, but?—”

“Yes!” Sara turns to Trent, sweaty hair slipping over one eye. “I’d high-five you, but that’s weird, right?”

He chuckles and brushes her hair back, planting a kiss on her temple. “No weirder than standing here with my junk out in front of a dude who just watched me fuck you.” He picks up the blanket he dropped on the floor. Wrapping it around his waist, he tucks the end of it into the trail of dark hair dusting his rock-hard abs. I try not to stare, but he’s shaking his head like he’s not done speaking. “Can’t say that was how I ever expected things to happen.”

Sara smiles shyly. “It kinda feels right, though, doesn’t it?”

It does, but I’m not who she’s asking.

“Yeah.” Trent grabs three bottles of water from the chill bucket Sara set out before I got here. While she tugs all her clothes into place, Trent hands me one of the bottles. He keeps one for himself, then gives her the other once she’s dressed. “It feels right,” he agrees, swinging those strange golden eyes back to me. “I mean, we’re here, we’ve already broken the barrier. Might as well keep going, right? Give Sara whatever she asks for?”

“Okay, yeah.” I twist off the cap and take a deep drink, buying myself time to answer. “Here’s the deal, though.” Fuck, this is awkward. “You guys are both riding high on endorphins and that’s great. It’s fantastic. It’s what Crystal Bliss depends on, honestly.” How do I say this without pissing Trent off? “But I’ve been around the block a few times with these situations.”

“Situations?” Sara tilts her head. “Oh, you mean virgins?”

“Virgins, yes.” I hold a resort record as the consort who’s completed the most Cherry on Top virginity packages, though there’s no way I’m telling them that. “Granted, it’s usually just me and one girl or one guy instead of?—”

“Wait.” Sara blinks. “Guys come here, too?”

“No.” I glance at Trent, who just got a strange look on his face. “Men aren’t allowed at this resort. Not unless they work here. Frogman excluded, of course.” It’s my turn to execute some awkward throat clearing. “I meant in general. In life outside Crystal Bliss.”

Trent stares like it’s only just dawned on him I might have a life beyond here. “You’re bi.”

It’s a statement, but I’m sensing the question. “Yeah, I am. Kinda figured you guys knew.” I look over at Sara, hoping like hell she’s not homophobic. “That a problem?”

“No! Definitely not.” A pretty blush stains her cheeks. “I have girlfriends who are bi, or at least they like being with women. Not my thing, but to each their own, right?”

“Right.” I start to point out that I doubt Sara thought it was herthingto lose her virginity with two men touching her, but that’s not my problem right now.

This is. “Based on my experience with first timers, there’s a good chance you’ll come down kinda swiftly. You’re on the bliss cloud right now, high on adrenaline and oxytocin and a bunch of other chemicals I can’t remember right now.” I’m getting into the weeds, but both of them seem to be listening. “Once that stuff wears off, there’s a risk you’ll hit the ground hard if you don’t take precautions.”

“Precautions.” Trent blinks like it just occurred to him. “You mean aftercare.”

“Yeah.” I’m a little surprised he’s talking like someone with a BDSM background. “Aftercare would be the smartest next move, rather than jumping right into…” I trail off, not sure what they meant when they asked me to stay.

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