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Next to me, he’s stony-faced though, revealing nothing.

Charlotte turns to him. “And tell your sister thanks for sending you all my way. I’m so glad she thought to do that,” she says.

“I will,” Ryker says.

Then, shopping bags in tow, we leave, walking out like we walked in. As if the three of us are just one guy with his fake girlfriend and his buddy.

That feels so wrong to me. I wish I could go back in time and redo the moment with my teammates when I said I was seeing her. I wish I could do things differently so I didn’t say that she’s my girlfriend. Because she doesn’t feel like mine.

She feels likeours.

But I can’t undo it, so I choose a different path forward. “Do you guys want to get a drink before we head home?”

Ryker shoots me ayou’d better explainlook.

“Just a drink. We can get a drink,” I say, then glance down the street. No one is near us, so I put myself on the line. “I want to know how it feels. Like it’s a date for all of us but we’re the only ones who know it,” I say quietly, pushing past the discomfort.

The smile on Trina’s face is pure magic.

And Ryker’s nodding instantly, clearly wanting to please her too.

* * *

We’re at a booth in The Spotted Zebra, where the server brings three glasses of champagne. When we’re alone, Trina raises her flute. “To the full VIP experience, including our very own private date now,” she says, sounding hypnotized on this night, just like I am.

We clink three glasses and it looks too damn right. Everything about this private date feels so damn right.

Enjoy it while it lasts, man, because it’s ending.

I take a long, thirsty drink of the champagne, and the three of us laugh, and drink, and talk. After a bit, Trina looks at the clock, then at us, like she’s famished.

“You hungry, sweetness?” Ryker asks.

She shakes her head, a coy look in her gaze. “Yes. But not for food. I’m ready for number six.”

We’re out of there so fast.

32

QUEEN MOVE

Trina

There comes a time in many a woman’s life where she asks herself the question—will I ever take a dick up my ass?

And not just in anask an existential question with your girlfriends over wineway.

In awill I do itway.

On the drive to Chase’s home, I’m lost in my thoughts. Wondering how I’ve reached the point in my life where I’m desperately craving something that always felt like a bawdy debate topic for a girls’ night out rather than a reality.

I never craved two men at once till I met these guys a week ago. What does that say about me? That I’ve been secretly kinky for all these years and waiting for someone to unlock me?

Or that I never knew my secret self until I met them?

Every day this week I’ve learned something new. About pleasure. About possibility. About emotions. And about how to talk and how to listen. Once we reach Chase’s home, there’s something I want to discuss with them. First, though, I let my dog into the little yard then back in. Back in the living room, I turn around and face the men who showered me in gifts and protection tonight.

The one place I don’t want protection anymore is in the bedroom. “I’m on the pill. And I’ve been tested since my breakup. I’m negative. What about you guys?”

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