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Ours.

The thought barges in like an unwelcome house guest, but part of my brain embraces it. What would it be like to share? Not just tonight, but forever.

The second I think it, I shove the idea out of my head. That’s not the real world. That’s just for here, for this moment when wedon’t have to play by the rules. This magical place whererightandwrongdon’t exist.

Stay in the moment.

I force my thoughts back to Sara’s flirtatious question.

“Your options, huh?” I pretend to consider it as my mind spits out choices like a sexy gumball machine. Looking at Logan, I can see he’s doing the same. “I enjoyed eating her pussy together.”

“Fuck, yes.” He kicks off his light linen pants, leaving him in just his boxer briefs. He’s already rock hard and straining against the thin black fabric. “Sign me up for that.”

“Mmmm….I did enjoy that.” Sara curls a finger, urging me closer. Bracing my arms on the bed, I bend down and kiss her. She’s fiery and sweet and my hunger for her swells like a storm in my chest. When we pull back, she’s panting and wild-eyed. “Let’s hear some more options.”

Old Trent would take that as a threat. A sign that she’s bored with the status quo. But this Trent—the one I am in this place, in this moment—goes wild with the freedom of choices. It’s fucking exhilarating after so many years of throttling back my engine.

Combing my brain, I recall some of the things I saw in the app. “Under ‘curiosities,' you ticked the box for the Spunky Paint Party.”

“Ah, that’s a guest favorite.” Logan grins, looking at me with undisguised lust. “We could sure make a mess of sweet Sara.”

Tempting, for sure. If memory serves, the Spunky Paint Party is an enchantment where two consorts pull out at the last possible second, painting the guest’s belly and breasts with, uh—well, spunk.

“I forgot about that one.” Sara laughs, scooting back toward the headboard as I shuck my own pants and crawl onto the bed beside her. “Maybe later.” Licking her lips, she grazes the fly of my boxer briefs. “Aren’t guys supposed to need downtime or something?”

“Not us,” Logan says, joining us both on the bed. He cradlesher thighs as he moves, and I fucking love watching him touch her. “You’re so hot that Frogman and I could go all night.”

“Sounds like a plan.” My arm brushes Logan’s as we prowl up her body to tug down the straps of her bra. Not the first casual touch we’ve exchanged tonight, but the first one that’s intentional on my part. I like how his skin is a contrast to hers. Rugged and hard versus soft and yielding.

I never imagined I could have both at once.

Logan looks over and grins, reading my thoughts as he strokes Sara’s arms. “Or maybe there’s something she didn’t include in her intake forms.” Brushing the hair from her neck, he kisses the slope of her shoulder. “You’re allowed to amend and revise all you like.”

She squeaks as I unhook her bra, shoving aside her last scrap of clothing. “I’m a little overwhelmed.” She’s panting and flushed as Logan moves over her. He reaches her newly bared breasts, kneading and squeezing and flicking his tongue over each of her taut nipples. “I—I need to th-think.”

“Think while we’re touching you,” Logan instructs. “It’s been too long already.”

She laughs, but her voice sounds breathy and high. “Oh, God,” she groans as I press her thighs open. My hand finds its way to her slippery cleft and I groan as my fingers sink into her heat. “Trent, I—God, that feels good.”

I nudge Logan aside so we each have a mouth on her tits. Greedy fucker thinks he gets both. With a grumble, he shifts so he’s focused intently on the left one. I watch his tongue moving, fluttering at the strawberry tip of her nipple. The man is a master. No surprise he’s made it this long in his job.

The sight of that tongue stroking Sara sends my mind spinning with indecent thoughts. What else can he do with that mouth? Will I find out at some point tonight? We’re focused on Sara, both drunk on the taste of her skin, but electricity sparks between Logan and me, a promise of something to come.

Then Sara moans and I forget about Logan. I’m consumed by her heat, my fingers still moving inside her. I’m drunk on the sweet, plummy taste of her skin. She’s so fucking soft I could drown in her. Her wild lilac scent drives me so fucking crazy I bite down gently on the side of her breast.

“Oh,” she gasps, gripping my cock in her hot little hand. “More.”

I do it again as my fingers keep teasing her slippery folds. The pad of my thumb rolls her sensitive nub and she moans. How is she already this wet?

All these years we’ve been waiting, I never imagined Sara would be so insatiable. She was always so pure, so sweet and innocent.

But the woman who’s fisting my cock in one hand is no innocent virgin. A rough moan from Logan sends my gaze rolling down and I notice she’s stroking him, too. The sight of her touching him makes me twenty times harder. I’m reeling from sensory overload, but desperate for more.

For everything I’ve ever craved but could never have.

Using our cocks like leashes, Sara tugs us closer. She’s arching her back so her breasts fill our mouths, and Logan and I take full advantage. His forehead bumps mine and he stops sucking her nipple long enough to meet my gaze.

Searching my eyes, he asks a question without any words.

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