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“Fuck.” He pulls in a breath like a man coming up from the bottom of the sea. “Not now. Not here.” He’s wild-eyed and breathless; so fucking sexy I almost can’t breathe.

But Trent’s got his mind somewhere else. “I need to see Sara,” he pants. “To tell her I’m sorry and how bad I want her. Maybe more than I did with all this stuff bottled up like it’s been. I need her to know how much I love her but I also want you and?—”

“She knows.”

We both whip around at the sound of her voice. Sara stands barefoot, holding her shoes in one hand. She’s wearing a navy-blue sundress that floats to her ankles. No makeup, and from what I can tell, no bra. Her hair is pulled back in a ponytail, making her look unbearably young.

But she stares down at us like a self-assured woman. Like a goddess or girl Viking or some supernatural sex sprite.

Like a woman who knows what she wants.

“Sara.” Trent’s frozen with his hand on my hip. Two inches more and he’s touching my dick again. “I can explain.”

“No, Trent. I don’t want you to explain.” Dropping her sandals, she crosses her arms. She’s staring down darkly with a look I can’t read. “Here’s what I want you to do.”

CHAPTER 13

SARA

My hands shake like leaves as two burly men stare up at me from the sand like I hold all the answers. My words hang between us. A test or an offer—which is it?

Here’s what I want you to do.

“Anything, Sara.” Trent hasn’t taken his hands off Logan. I’m not even sure he knows he’s still touching him. “I’d die for you.”

“I don’t want you to die.” I look from one man to the other. “I want both of you healthy and alive.”

“Okay,” says Logan, a little less wild-eyed than Trent. “Whatever you want?—”

“I want you both in my roomright now.” I can’t believe that’s my voice. I sound brazen and bold, like a woman who’s holding a whip in her hand. “You’ve told me this trip is for me. That coming to Crystal Bliss means snapping my fingers and having my fantasies come true.”

“That’s right.” Logan’s voice rattles out raspy. “What’s your fantasy, Sara?”

“The three of us, together.” I drop my gaze to Trent’s hand, the one that’s still resting on Logan’s hip. There’s an obvious bulge two inches from that, so having me here isn’t throwing coldwater on whatever’s between them. “For real this time,” I continue. “I want you both touching me, and I want to watch you two together.”

“Together,” Trent says, his bare chest rising and falling. “How do you mean?”

Considering how we were raised, it’s jarring how firmly he’s pushing for me to be blunt and outspoken. Declaring our sexual desires has never been our thing. But three days on this island have made me feel powerful and forthright.

“Touch him,” I order, dropping my eyes to his hand again. “Right now. I want to see you stroke his cock.”

A low, strangled sound rolls up Trent’s throat. “Sara?—”

“Now,” I command, hardly believing I’m standing here bossing two big, burly military men. “Stop pretending you don’t want to. And Logan, you want it, too.”

“Yeah.” He draws a breath. “I do.”

I do.

The echo of wedding vows rings in my head and I can’t help but think about how we’re so far from the front of that church where I pictured myself standing next week.

But this is my new vision. And I’m ready to watch it unfold.

“Touch him.” I smile as I watch Trent’s hand start to move. “That’s it. Stroke him through his clothes, just like you were before you knew I was here.”

That’s right, I saw it. I saw what they did and I heard what they said. Five minutes or more, that’s how long I stood here watching and listening as Trent confessed his secrets.

He’s had sex with a man, a fact he omitted from his first-day confession.

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