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Her hands fist in my shirt, dragging me closer until there’s nothing between us but the heat of her body and the sound of my pulse roaring in my ears.
When I pull back, it’s only far enough to see the dazed look in her eyes, the faint whimper still on her lips. My voice comes out rough, unguarded.
“For the record,” I tell her, “I could learn to share.”
She moans. A soft, involuntary sound that spears straight through me.
Behind us, Hunter lets out a long, low whistle. “Well, shit.”
Rhett’s voice rumbles next, dry as gravel. “Are you all lip service, or are we supposed to take that at face value?”
“I—what the hell is going on?” Ivy blurts, her voice high and uneven, but I don’t give her the chance to spiral.
I kiss her again. Harder this time. Her lips part beneath mine, and I take, stroking my tongue against hers. When I break away, her eyes are glassy, her chest heaving.
“If you want to try,” I murmur against her mouth, “we could.”
The words feel insane even as they leave me. I’ve never said them in my life. Never imagined saying them. But now? Now they’re the only truth that makes sense.
The other two don’t speak at first. They just look at each other. A silent exchange passes between them—years of trust compressed into one sharp nod.
Rhett’s eyes are locked on Ivy. “Do you want this?”
Hunter leans in, voice teasing but threaded with seriousness. “Careful, baby. I know you just came, so don’t let the thought of my mouth on you again confuse the answer. You need to be fully aware of what you’re signing up for.”
Her eyes dart between us, frantic. “Are you serious? Three guys?”
Rhett’s mouth lifts in a small, almost embarrassed smile. “I’ve never done it.”
Hunter wipes the back of his hand across his mouth, smirking like the cocky bastard he is. “Oh, I’ve had a fivesome before, so I’m good.”
Rhett stares at him. “You’re going to need to give me more details about that.”
I can’t help the dry huff of laughter that escapes me. “Christ.” I shake my head, then meet Ivy’s eyes again. I bring my hand to her cheek, stroke gently across her skin. Her breath stutters under the touch.
“It’s your choice,” I say. My voice is low, calm again, though there’s nothing calm about the way I’m vibrating apart.
She’s breathing heavy, her lips parted. Her eyes dart down, then up, her body visibly trembling. “This is insane,” she whispers.
“Probably,” I answer, my thumb still moving slow across her cheek. “But?”
Her eyes flash with heat and fear and hunger all tangled together. “But… okay.”
The air in the room shifts instantly. Hunter lets out a low groan like he’s been holding it back this whole time. Rhett’s jaw flexes, his gaze fixed on her mouth like he’s seconds away from tasting it himself.
He’s the first to move. Rhett dips his head, cupping her nape, and kisses her. She sighs against his mouth, her body softening again, caught between the push and pull of all of us.
Hunter, never one to stay patient for long, grins and tugs at the waistband of her shorts. “You’re going to need to be a hands-on learner, Landon.”
Her breath catches as the fabric slides down her hips, baring the soft curve of her thighs. My cock strains so hard it hurts.
Rhett pulls back just enough to murmur against her ear, “We’ll need the lube.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
Rhett
I setdown the monitor on the nightstand.
