Page 68 of The All-Inclusive

“What?” I ask, glancing between them. “What’s going on here?”

Trent clears his throat, glancing from Logan to me. “There’s an enchantment in the app called the Bareback Bonanza.” He’s looking at Trent as he says the next part. “I noticed you aren’t one of the consorts who does it.”

Logan’s brows rise. “Sara let you look through the app?”

“Saradidn’t.” I give Trent a stern look. I’m not really mad, but I’ve been meaning to ask this. “For that matter, how did you find me here or figure out my room number?”

“Uh…” Trent shifts in his chair. “Can I plead the fifth on this one?”

Rolling my eyes, I look at Logan. “That’s Trent’s specialty. He’s his SEAL team’s tech expert. There isn’t a computer system in the world this man couldn’t hack.”

“Whoa.” Logan’s brow furrows. “Holy invasion of privacy, Batman. You looked at Sara’s private info?”

“It’s okay.” I love that he wants to defend me, but I’m really not bothered. “We’ve had time to talk since Trent got here, and it’s been refreshing to share all my secret fantasies. To hear about his and, well—to find this new level of intimacy.”

Trent and I trade a fond look. It’s funny how much closer I feel to him now. Ten years of putting up walls around sex and virginity took more of a toll than I thought. Now that we’re talking so openly, I feel like we’ve found this whole new dimension.

Does Trent feel it, too?

Does marriage feel less scary now that we have this new closeness? I’m eager to ask him soon. The guys are still talking about Trent’s tech magic, so I tune back in.

“Impressive.” Logan nods. “That how you found my room the other night?”

“Wait.” Frowning, I look between them. “Did something happen between you two the other night?”

“No.” Panic fills Trent’s golden eyes. “I went looking for Logan to ask how he knew about Scott. That’s the Marine I, uh?—”

“Babe, it’s okay.” Squeezing his hand, I smile. “The only thing I’d be upset about is if you and Logan had sex and didn’t tell me about it.”

“Should that be a rule?” Trent asks. “Two of us shouldn’t hook up without first discussing it with the other?”

“I don’t know if we need to gothatfar.” I’m kinda liking the thought of having Trent and Logan regale me with stories of what they get up to when I’m not around. “I’ve had a lifetime of rules around sex. And you guys don’t need permission from me to be with each other.”

“Not permission—that’s not the right word.” Trent looks thoughtful. “Maybe while it’s all still new, we should talk through it first before two of us hook up without the other.”

I consider that. “I guess it makes sense to tread carefully at first.”

“Helps to avoid hurt feelings.” Logan shrugs. “Plenty of open relationships establish rules for themselves.”

“Rules.” I don’t like the sound of that word. “Can we call it something else?”

“Sure.” Trent smiles. “How about the Marshmallow Mandate?”

“That’s sweet,” I say, “but we shouldn’t leave out Logan.”

“Who’s leaving out Logan?” He grins. “Logan fucking loves marshmallows. And also, apparently, talking about himself in third person.” He screws up his face. “Will someone punch Logan now?”

“Gladly, Jarhead.” Trent slugs him in the shoulder, though I don’t think he does it that hard.

Logan slugs him right back, pounding him in the chest this time. “Jesus, Frogman.” He yanks back his hand, pretending to shake it in pain. “You wearing a chest plate or something?”

Trent grins and glances at me. “Should the Marshmallow Mandate have an addendum about assault and battery between members of our trio?”

“Let’s not make it necessary.” I love that we’re working together to establish our comfort zones. That we’ve developed this light, easy banter between us.

So many moments during this meal would normally send Trent into a panic. The fact that he’s not freaking out makes me happy. He’s getting used to the idea that this could be our reality. Open discussion of sex and group fun and same-sex experimentation.

What would it be like to try it in the real world?

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