Page 109 of The All-Inclusive

Nobody times it, but I’m certain we set a world record for orgasm length. Sara screams herself hoarse, claiming a two-for-one climax. I gentle my movements, plotting a dismount that won’t be ungraceful. This is one thing I don’t love about threesomes. It’s tough to keep things sexy and perfectly choreographed.

But Sara just laughs and tucks up her legs, rolling off for a dismount befitting an Olympic gymnast. “Oh my God.” She giggles and brushes the hair from her face. “That was insane.”

“So good.” Trent closes his eyes with a groan. “I can’t believe we just did that.”

Worry shoots through me. Was that regret in his voice?

Then he opens his eyes and the only emotion I see there is love. Love and desire, my favorite combination.

Kissing him softly, Sara giggles again. “I’ll be back.”

She scurries to the bathroom and I don’t try to stop her. I know I’m the professional here, but for the first time ever, there’s something more pressing to me than tending to my female partner. Plus, I’m guessing she’d like a few moments alone.

And I’ll savor these seconds with Trent. Coasting a hand down his chest, I kiss the edge of his forehead. “You okay?”

“Yeah.”

“That was pretty intense.”

“No joke.” He studies my hand where it rests on his pecs, then lifts his gaze to my face. “Thanks for not giving up on me.”

“Thanks for trusting me.” I mean that in so many ways. “I know you had the longest road to get here. Thanks for doing the work.”

Sara comes back with warm washcloths for everyone. There’s a fresh wave of awkward familiarity that comes from dealing with the sloppier aspects of sex. There’s laughter and blushing and a few filthy jokes swapped between Frogman and me.

It’s intimacy at its unrefined best.

By the time we’re all cleaned up and wrapped in the plush, Crystal Bliss robes, we’re comfy and punch-drunk on hormones.

Then Trent clears his throat and glances between us. “I, um, have something for you guys.” He slides off the bed as Sara and I watch. “Be right back.”

He heads to the spot where he kicked off his shorts, fishing his hand in a cargo pocket. I can’t see what he’s doing, but when he turns back to face us, he’s holding a box in each hand.

“What’s that?” Sara sits up as he places one box on the nightstand.

But it’s the one he’s still holding that he wants her to see. “This one’s for you.” Hinging open the top, he shows her a trio ofrings. I crane my neck to see them, not entirely sure what this means.

Trent plucks out the top one. “You recognize this one, obviously.”

“My engagement ring.” She watches in silence as he slides it on her finger, her gentle brown eyes lifting to his. “I left it with my mother,” she murmurs. “How did you get it?”

“I asked for it back.” He smiles into her eyes, twisting the ring so the diamond is centered. “I told her I needed to propose again. To make sure you knew that I never stopped loving you. I promised your parents I won’t let you down this time.”

Tears fill her eyes as she tilts up her hand, making the center stone flash. “I almost forgot how pretty it is. Thank you for bringing it back.” Lifting her eyes back to his, she smiles. “Thank you for bringingyouback to me.”

“I couldn’t have stayed away if I’d tried.” His fingertip grazes the ring in the center of the box. “And I still plan to put this one on your finger.”

“My wedding band.” Sara bites her lip. “What does that mean?”

I hold my breath, waiting. I’m silently pleading with Trent not to fuck this up. Even as an outsider, I recognize the fragility of this moment. Whatever he says next could hurt her or heal her.

“I want to marry you, Sara.” He touches the ring again, watching her blink back the tears. “I never stopped picturing us together. Imagining us having kids and growing old together. No matter how much I tried to convince myself otherwise, there’s no version of our future that doesn’t have us together.”

“I want that, too.” She hesitates. “You’re sure this time?”

“Yes.” Thank God there’s no hesitation from Trent. “But I see things differently now. Something bigger for us.” His gaze shifts to mine and he smiles. “A future for three, not just two.”

“Or five or six or even seven,” I suggest. When they both lookalarmed, I chuckle. “Kids. I meant kids, not some gigantic poly knot.”

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