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“I sure did,” responds Duma.

“Of course,” I add. “Let’s do it again, goodnight guys.”

“Wait a minute,” quips Willo. “Would you guys like to come inside?”

I glance between her and Duma in confusion as he does the same. I’m unsure if I heard her words correctly, and judging from the look on Duma’s face, so is he.

“Which one of us do you want to come inside?” he asks.

“Both of you,” she says softly. “Now come on in before it gets cold.”

Exchanging a look of disbelief with Duma, I gesture for him to enter first before following him inside.

I don’t know where this is going,I think to myself.But the thought of sharing the night with them is an offer I can’t quite refuse.

17

WILLO

The hesitation is immediate, but I’m not going to allow it. They might not be at the point yet where they realize it, but I’ve noticed a shift between Duma and Yamarz. An opportunity for the three of us.

At first, I suggested the group dates because I hated splitting my time between them. It seemed to facilitate a bond between them, too, which in turn, helped my relationship with each of them. I’ve come to care for both of them so much – despite my best efforts – and I don’t want either to feel left out.

“Care for a night cap?” I call over my shoulder.

I turn around with three glasses before either answers, and I have to fight a grin when I see them both leaning against my kitchen counter.

“Always,” Yamarz grunts.

Duma chuckles, turning his head to look at Yamarz. “You say that because you assume it’s mead.” He quirks a brow as Yamarz turns toward him. “What if she were to make tea?”

Yamarz’s nose wrinkles, and I see how Duma’s lips pull up into a smile. They’ve come so far from the orcs that hated each other. It’s almost a friendship. Almost. And that’s all I need to convince them of what I want to do next. “You and I both know that Willo doesn’t have tea in this house.”

I giggle as I turn away from them, reaching past the tea in my cabinet and grabbing the mead as Yamarz had expected, and hoping they don’t see the flush creeping up my body. Their camaraderie is only encouraging the fantasies that have been playing in my mind.

The idea that I can take them both. At once.

While I’ve always been interested in both orcs equally, I didn’t expect myself to be so enraptured by the thought of having them together. But once I started to see how open they were to sharing me, I’ve continuously been thinking about it. I don’t want to push them too far, but I’m hopeful that they will like watching my body fight to accommodate them both. They could bring me to new heights of pleasure.

Maybe it’s selfish, but I want both of them, all the time, in every way. With each step, they’ve seemed to be okay with that, and I hope that we can keep going like this. That we won’t eventually break apart.

When I turn back around, I realize just how silent it’s been. Duma’s head is slightly tilted, and I catch Yamarz’s gaze soaking me in.

“What are you grinning for?” Yamarz says before his eyes slowly slide down my body. A smirk plays on his face – and a mirroring one is on Duma’s.

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” I murmur as I pour the mead into all three of our glasses and lift mine up.

Yamarz grunts but doesn’t snap back as he picks his up, and Duma chuckles as he grabs his. We clink them together before practically gulping back the alcohol.

Did I purposefully think that the mead would loosen them up a little? Yeah. But I’m not trying to put them into a compromising position or force them into anything they will regret. I just need them to be a little more…open to the idea.

After a few more rounds, Yamarz has launched into a story about an orc competition a few years back, but I haven’t heard a word. I just keep thinking of all the times I’ve spent with each of them, how different they are in bed and how complimentary that could be – especially for me.

Occasionally, they both look at me, their minds clearly not where mine is, but since I am not an orc, I am not as invested in the story as they are. That’s fine with me because I am looking for my opening.

When Yamarz chuckles deeply, his posture slumping and Duma’s eyes look a little glazed over, I think they’ve finally reached the point that I can suggest a bit of a scenery change. I know that we’ve been in this arrangement for a while, but pressing forward definitely needed that liquid courage.

Knocking back the rest of my glass as Yamarz’s story winds down, I straighten. “Ready to head upstairs?”

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