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“Keep going,” he urges.

Sara struggles to stay on him. It’s probably the way I’m pushing him back, tipping her onto his chest. If his cock weren’t so long, he’d have slid out by now. As it is, she’s got just a few inches inside her.

But that seems to be plenty as her movements get slower, just an unhurried roll of her hips. Trent’s slippery fingers glide over her clit, swirling that tight little bud. She’s fighting to balance, so Trent guides her back to lie down on his chest. Most other men would have slipped out by now, but Trent’s making sure he stays snug inside her. Kneading her breasts, he keeps one eye on me.

“That feels amazing.” He groans as I slide in deeper. “It’s like you’re inside me.”

I bite back a laugh and the smart-ass urge to point out that’sexactlywhat’s happening. I know it’s a strange new sensation, so no way will I make him self-conscious.

But he catches himself with a chuckle. “Fuck off. You know what I mean.” Another groan rips out of him as I inch back and drive in again. “I’ve been inside someone else, but I’ve never had anyone—oh, God.”

“You’vebeen inside someone?” Sara giggles, her hips shifting only a fraction of an inch. It’s barely a movement, just a leisurely tease as she angles to keep him inside her.

Her breasts are so stunning, swelling up toward the ceiling in lush little mounds. I’m already in Heaven, but greedy bastard that I am, I want to touch Sara as well.

“Need to feel your tits, baby.” Folding my torso over her, I manage to trap Trent’s hand on her clit. That’s good news for Sara, and better for me, since I’m feeling his hand and her breasts all at once. I draw back again, thrusting inside him from this new, heightened angle.

God, he feels good.Theyfeel good, both of them moving as one. All of us joined like somebody’s fused us together.

Sara slides her feet to rest on the backs of my calves. She’s barely moving at all, trusting us both to deliver what she needs. To bring her with us as we pick up the pace on our chase to the ultimate bliss.

“Jesus, Frogman.” I can’t get over how fucking good he feels. “You’re so goddamn snug.”

Trent nuzzles the back of Sara’s neck. “I’ve fucking died and gone to Heaven.”

Sara just groans, giving the tiniest roll of her hips. I feel Trent’s fingers fluttering over her. She’s sandwiched between us, completely at our mercy. It’s a huge fucking turn-on and I drive in a little too hard.

“Fuck.” Trent clenches around me, eyes filled with wonder.

“You okay?”

“You fucking kidding?” Trent laughs. “I’m way better than okay.”

The three of us fall into sync, finding a rhythm that’s magic. It takes incredible trust, what we’re doing. For Trent, but also for Sara. She’s the only one here who’d never had sex two weeks ago.Made love, I amend in my head. That’s what this is; there’s no other word for it. Our bodies moving in an ancient rhythm we all seem to hear in the same exact key. Does a rhythm have keys? I’m not a musician, but I am the professional consort.

But what’s happening here doesn’t involve Logan the consort. I’m Logan the man who’s deeply in love with the two people beneath me. Their gazes hold mine, reflecting the same love back.

I’m conscious of each infinitesimal movement. The sweet, viselike grip of Trent’s body. Sara’s sharp intake of breath. The beautiful bow of her spine curving over his chest. The sighs and the moans, the faint sheen of sweat on our skin.

I’ve done this before, but never like this. Never with so much connection. Not once in my life has this meant what it means in this moment.

“That’s it,” Trent pants. “Keep going.”

He’s talking to me, I can tell from the way he looks into my eyes, but Sara smiles, too, pinned under my body and still moving with us. She’s so fucking perfect stretched out in surrender.

“Oh, God.” Sara whimpers. “I think I might come.”

“Hold out,” he urges. “Let’s all come together.” He lightens his touch on her clit, but I feel him still moving his fingers.

Gripping his thighs, I start to thrust faster. Watching his face, I wait for the moment it happens. For the point where we both tumble over the edge. I’m damn good at timing my orgasms, but this goes beyond my professional skills. I’m lost in his body, in her body, inourbodies. There’s a point where I’m not even sure where they start and I end.

“Oh, fuck.” I’m losing control, giving in to the urge to move faster. I try to hold back, but I can’t. “I’m gonna lose it.”

“Do it,” Trent urges. “I’m right there with you.”

Looking deep in his eyes, I let out a roar that’s primal and raw. My body uncoils as I set off a pleasure-fueled chain reaction.

Sara gasps seconds behind me, her lithe body bowing between us. She’s writhing and moaning and grinding down onto him. That sets him off, and Trent comes unraveled. I watch his eyes widen, feel him squeezing me tighter. He’s milking my cock, staring into my soul as I let go inside him.

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