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“Not our dress blues,” Brady replied. “Just the working uniform. And yeah, we wore it to the bar. Works every time. And on this girl? Itreallyworked. She couldn’t get enough.”

“We don’t need to talk about it further,” Asher said curtly.

I looked sideways at him. “It must have been a bad threesome, then.”

Asher cleared his throat. “No. It was not bad. In fact, it was good.”

“Verygood,” Brady agreed. “I’ll skip the juicy details in order to spare my friend’s tender feelings. But suffice to say, it was a wild night. Always said we should do it again.”

“We’re not kids anymore,” Asher said, sounding like a fifty-year-old rather than his actual age of thirty-two. “We have a family, now.”

“Who says single fathers can’t have threesomes? Use your imagination. We’ll go to the bar…”

While they argued, I found myself imagining it. I couldn’t help it. A girl straddling Brady’s lap, riding him steadily. Asher stood next to her in his crisp Navy uniform, holding the back of her head while she turned and sucked him off through the hole in his pants.

And then suddenlyIwas the girl being passed between them. Asher gazed down at me with lust in his eyes while I wrapped my lips around his tip, and Brady’s hands squeezed my ass and moved me up and down on him…

I shook off the thought, as tantalizing as it was.

I finished the rest of my drink and stood. “I’m going to get some sleep. It’s going to be a long day with the triplets tomorrow. Thanks for explaining the situation to me.”

They both mumbled goodnight, and I felt their eyes on my body as I walked down the hall to my room.

23

Heather

The guest bedroom wasn’t as nice as the hotel I had been staying in, but it was still a billion times more luxurious than the studio apartment I shared with Maurice. The mattress felt expensive—it was so soft that I sank into it and immediately relaxed.

As I drifted off to sleep, I thought about what the guys had just told me. A surrogate. A pact for whoever survived their deployment to take care of the child. Getting triplets, one biological child for each father. Trying to take care of them together while starting their own security company. Thinking about it made me emotional.

And the threesome…

I shivered at the thought. Threesomes were sexy. I had never had one, but it had always been a fantasy of mine. Especially the kind of threesome with two men. Being shared like that, worshipped by two sets of lips and feeling two hard, long shafts…

I couldn’t imagine Asher doing it. Brady, sure. He seemed like the kind of guy whoonlyhad threesomes, and then gave out high-fives to everyone involved. But Asher was quieter. More reserved. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t picture it in my head.

Which, of course, intrigued me to no end.

All this sexy stuff was getting me randy. I found myself wishing Rogan didn’t have to go out that night. What would happen if he had stayed home? Would he slip into my bedroom at night, or would he take me into his?

I decided to text him and let him know I was thinking about him, but before I could, sleep finally took me.

I woke up early, because I knew the kids got up around seven, and I wanted to make sure I got to do everything I needed first. The guest bedroom didn’t have its own bathroom, and I had to use the one in the hallway. I showered and then walked back to my room wearing just a towel.

I passed the office on the way. It caught my attention because the door was open. Normally it was closed and locked with a keypad. I stuck my head inside and found Rogan sitting in the computer chair, head tilted back and fast asleep.

I tip-toed up to him and then slowly kissed him. After a moment, his lips curled up against mine to return the kiss, and his eyes opened.

“This is a nice way to wake up,” he rumbled.

I gently caressed his cheek. The bristles were scratchy against my thumb. “I never heard you get home. You’re still wearing your suit.”

He stretched and sat up a little higher. “I got in around four. I still had some work to do before bed. I guess I fell asleep here. Time to get up…”

“You got home around four?” I looked at the clock. “You need more than two hours of sleep.”

“Too much work to do.” He pushed to his feet. “Miles to go before I sleep.”

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