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“Does that mean we’re going to fuck again?” Tavish asked with a wry smile.

“No.” Legend seemed unwilling to let him blow it off, this chemistry they had together.

“We’re not?” Karolena tried not to be disappointed.

“What we’re going to do is more serious than that. We don’t have to give it a label, but I refuse to let him pretend it’s not meaningful beyond temporary, physical relief. Not anymore.” Legend looked at Tavish. Then at Karolena. “Agreed?”

She nodded.

Tavish hesitated for a few heartbeats, then drummed up the courage to do the same.

11

Tavish might have panicked and tried to distract Legend from serious shit, like he usually did, with an epic blow job or by drilling him into the floor. Except Karolena was there. He suspected she wasn’t going to let him get away with cheap tactics like that anymore. Not when she’d been used by several people who were supposed to care for her.

Those days were over. If Tavish wanted Legend, and Karolena too, he was going to have to be upfront about why. It wasn’t only because they were gorgeous and desirable—her beauty to Legend’s beast.

So he forced himself to meet their expectations so he deserved what they were willing to give him in return. With Karolena still in his lap, he stretched out one arm and curled his left hand around the back of Legend’s neck, using the firm but careful grip to draw the bigger guy to them.

The position gave Karolena a front row seat to their spectacle. So he slammed his mouth over Legend’s. Their kiss was nothing like the sweet silk of the one he’d shared with Karolena. It was aggressive and raw. Pure passion. Just what he needed to vent the anxiety and grief that assaulted him when he revisited his past. Tavish groaned and nipped at Legend’s lower lip, holding it between his teeth as he pulled away a bit, only releasing the other man when he grunted.

“Damn,” Karolena whispered reverently. “Don’t make fun of me, but I had no idea guys really did that with each other. Or that it would be so hot if they did.”

Tavish cut his stare to her incredulously, but he didn’t stop.

“It’s not exactly accepted in my country and especially in the mafia, or at least that’s what I was always told. I’m starting to think a lot of what I thought I knew about the world is bullshit.” She reached up and traced the juncture of their lips, her finger getting nipped in the process.

Karolena yelped and yanked her slender finger back, popping it into her own mouth for a moment. With her touch withdrawn, Tavish could concentrate on making out with Legend. The guy never got enough of this. He ate up affection and Tavish was sure it was because Tavish doled out so little.

It wasn’t Legend’s fault Tavish had been broken following his betrayal, and still Legend had been so damn patient.

Tavish didn’t intend to make him wait anymore. He thrust his tongue into Legend’s mouth and moaned when the other guy immediately began to suck on it, taking everything he gave and then some.

“Do you two want some privacy?” Karolena’s timid question penetrated Tavish’s guilty conscience.

Rather than answer, he wrapped his right arm around her waist and kept her close. Trying not to be greedy as fuck, he broke his lip lock with Legend, then guided the other man to Karolena instead.

She balked, craning her neck away. “I don’t want a pity kiss. I can see you two have a real bond and I won’t come between you.”

“What makes you think sharing him with you will damage our connection?” Tavish rubbed his nose on her check. “I promise you, it only makes it stronger.”

“Oh, uh. I guess because I’m not sure how it works. I’ve never had anything significant with someone before, never mind two different people.”

“Well, you do now.” Tavish stole one tiny taste of sunshine, lemon, and vodka from her lips. She leaned into him before he pressed on the nape of Legend’s neck, encouraging his lover to take his place. If nothing else, he could be generous and give Legend more than his fair share of their playmate.

Besides, watching them go at it wasn’t a hardship.

Legend was oversized but far gentler than Tavish. Controlled and restrained. So careful that Tavish was sure he’d always been conscious of how easy it would be for him to accidentally injure one of his partners—something he’d never do. For someone who kicked ass for a living, and had never hesitated to do so in the field, it was almost comical but ultimately so damn endearing that Tavish melted inside with every swipe of Legend’s lips over Karolena’s.

He elicited sighs from her, his thumbs stroking her cheekbones as he thanked her for allowing them to give her the pleasure of their kisses. Only hours before, she hadn’t been willing to be so vulnerable with them. And neither man was oblivious to the honor she was bestowing on them by doing so then.

After a while, Karolena practically vibrated in Tavish’s arms, her ass pressing against him as she swayed in time to the pace Legend set. And when he paused to catch his breath, Tavish jumped in, swapping places and keeping Karolena in the zone.

Their advance was painfully slow and steeped in casual intimacy. He could honestly say it had been a long time since he’d enjoyed a trip to first base so much. Probably because he knew how significant it was to both her and Legend to share this with each other.

So they kept at it for a long time, Legend and Tavish trading off, tasting each other on her lips.

And when she gasped then drew in several deep lungfuls of air, they gave her a break and feasted on each other again.

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