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“Okay then.” Pressing my heels into the sand, I stand up and pivot to face them. “I don’t know about you guys, but I’ve been missing some physical touch.”

“Really?” Trent looks at Logan. “I assumed you’d take care of her while I wasn’t here.”

Logan shrugs. “That wasn’t the Marshmallow Mandate.”

“Things didn’t feel right without you here,” I add. “We had hope you’d come back and we’d pick up where we all left off.”

Trent looks touched. “God, I love you guys.”

“Love you, too, man.” Logan gets up and dusts off his shorts, then catches my hand again. “How about we go prove it?”

Chuckling, Trent gets up to join us. “Let’s do it.”

There’sa bit of discussion en route to my room, mostly logistics the guys need to cover. If I had my notebook and phone, I’d probably look up terms like “bottom” and “top,” but instead, I just listen and guess from the context.

“What about me?” I ask as we approach the door. “I still get off, right?”

Maybe I’m greedy, but I’ve grown rather fond of this version of me who requests what she wants.

“Oh, honey.” Trent gives me a look that instantly drenches my hot, molten core. “You’re the center of everything.”

Logan grins. “We promise to make this amazing for you.”

“No, I meant—” I nibble my lip. “I’d like to try butt stuff, too.”

Trent chuckles. “That’s my girl.”

“Say no more.” Logan squeezes my hand as Trent takes out his key card. “I have some ideas.”

“I can’t wait to hear them.” I push open the door and both men pat my ass as I move past them.

“You’re in good hands, baby.” Kicking the door shut, Logan turns and starts wriggling my yoga top over my head. “We’re gonna make you feel so fucking good.”

“Yes, please.” My voice comes out wobbly with need.

Trent peels his shirt off and Logan does, too. “You’re not leaving this room until you’ve screamed both our names at least three or four times.”

I don’t doubt that even a little. But first, I ask for the unsexy thing. “Would you guys mind if I took a quick shower? I got sweaty from yoga and?—”

“I fucking love you sweaty.” Trent kisses his way down my body, no hesitation at all. He peels off my yoga pants, kissing methereas I writhe and grab hold of the back of his head.

I’m instantly dizzy, gasping and moaning and riding his mouth. But Logan must feel me tense up. With his hands on my breasts, he nuzzles the back of my neck. “This isn’t just about what turns us on.” His teeth drag the sensitive skin behind my ear. “If you want a shower, we’ll join you.”

“There’s an idea.” Trent’s response sounds muffled, since his face is still buried between my legs. “We wouldn’t want you to get lonely in there.”

I laugh as Logan scoops me into his arms. “So nice of you to look out for me like that.” I hold on to the back of his neck as Trent trails us into the bathroom. Logan sets me on my feet, kissing me sweetly as he takes off my sports bra.

Trent twists the taps to adjust the water, then shucks the rest of his clothes. Logan follows suit, but I don’t spend long without someone’s hands on my body. It’s like they’ve made it their mission for one of them to touch me at all times.

As Logan bends down to pick up his cast-aside shorts, he seizes the chance to take his turn tonguing my aching-hot center. Not to be outdone, Trent nuzzles my breasts while testing the water.

“God, you guys.” I hold on to Logan, toying with the idea of skipping the shower all together.

Then Trent steps beneath the spray with a look that assures me there’s more to explore in there. “Come join me.”

“Okay.”

Logan guides me into the shower, and I’m grateful for how this resort designed everything to be group-sex friendly. There’s no curtain or door, just an artsy tile wall that keeps water off the floor. Steam swirls around us, billowing in soft, luscious clouds. It feels decadent and naughty, like fooling around in the steam room at some luxury gym.