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“We all want her, she wants us. You ask me, it’s better to confront this issue head-on, as a group, than to let it build and build until one of us inevitably cracks. Gen’s gorgeous, she’s smart, she’s independent, she fits every damn criterion we’ve had for a woman we’ve shared, and then some. I say we see this through.”

Sam took in a slow breath. I could sense that my words had affected him, given him something to think about. Sean, on the other hand, was all smiles.

“I’m with you.”

We both turned to Sam, waiting eagerly for his response. He sipped his bourbon slowly for a moment before setting his glass down on the table before him.

“Alright. But it’s her choice.”

Chapter 12

Gen

Taking those final few steps off the path leading from the house to the town of Louveciennes was magical.

The moment I stepped onto the cobblestone streets of the town, I could feel the weight of its history and witness the gorgeous blend of French and Italian influence that made it so unique. The warm breeze from the Mediterranean flowed down the winding streets, carrying with it the scent of sea salt and picking up the warm, inviting smells of freshly baked pastries from the local boulangeries. It seemed no matter where you stood, you could hear the sound of waves crashing against the rocky shore at the town’s coastal border.

The architecture was a mix of pastel-colored buildings with shuttered windows and ornate iron balconies, the narrow streets curving this way and that, revealing hidden gardens and charming squares with fountains and cafés. A small castle could be seen perched on a hill overlooking the town, the turrets and ramparts hinting at Louveciennes’ history of conquest and conflict, of being passed back and forth between one great power and another.

Down by the harbor, fishing boats bobbed next to luxury yachts in the sparkling turquoise waters, wealth and tradition living side-by-side. Old stone buildings along the waterfront had been converted into shops and restaurants, serving fare like bouillabaisse and fresh oysters to both wealthy visitors and townspeople. All I could think about as I walked along the waterfront pushing Bobby in his stroller was sipping a glass of chilled rosé and watching the sun set over the sea.

The place was a gem, and I couldn’t wait to spend the next few months exploring Louveciennes and finding out its secrets, not to mention scarfing down the delicious-looking food I spotted on the tables of hungry diners on outdoor patios or in the windows of the shops.

However, as I walked, Bobby pointing here and there, taking in all the amazing sights of the town, there was one thing on my mind above all else.

Scratch that—three things.

Just the thought of the guys was enough to make exhaustion settle over me like a weighted gravity blanket. My grip still on the handles of the stroller, I leaned against one of the stone buildings and looked out onto the water, hoping it would clear my mind.

Bobby spotted a playground up ahead, pointing toward it with an enthusiastic grunt.

“You want to get out and stretch your legs a bit, buddy?” I craned my head around the front of the stroller to see him. Bobby replied with an eager nod, making me wonder how far his speaking was lagging behind his obviously high comprehension. “Alright, let’s do it.”

I pushed him along the path, my eyes bouncing from one well-dressed person to another. There were plenty of rich people in Louveciennes decked out in the latest high-fashion trends, but it struck me how even the regular folk who lived there seemed to have an amazing sense of style as well, not a single pair of Lululemon leggings to be found. Well, except on me.

By the time we reached the playground Bobby was chomping at the bit to get out.

“Alright, big guy, easy,” I said, squatting down in front of his stroller to undo the clasps.

Once freed, he practically leaped out of the stroller and ran out, making his way onto the playground and running around like a madman. Plenty of other kids were there, their chic moms sipping coffee, their eyes hidden behind sunglasses as they chatted to one another in French. A passing coffee cart smelled amazing, so I ordered a latte and sipped, allowing myself to think as I watched Bobby play.

What the hell was I going to do? My mind drifted back to earlier, how I’d had a little fun while entertaining the idea of being with all three of them at the same time. I’d imagined my mouth moving from one set of lips to another, one man’s cock buried deep inside as another licked my nipples, six big, rough hands caressing my body…

Just like that, I was turned on again. I’d felt so damn guilty that I’d insisted on giving up the rest of my day off and taking Bobby into town.

I sipped my coffee and focused, not wanting my mind to drift yet again. The situation was terrible. I was spending the rest of the summer with these guys, and already I was touching myself with them in mind, thinking about them constantly.

To make matters worse, these weren’t three random men. Nope, they were the dad and uncles of my best friend. What would Amy say if she were to find out that I was having such thoughts about her family? She’d never want to talk to me again.

I finished my latte, watching as Bobby swooshed down the slide. The whole matter was bizarre, and only the strangeness of it prevented me from totally obsessing.

I wanted all of them. I wanted Sam and Sean and Seth, all three, together. The near incident at the beach had made it abundantly clear that it was only a matter of time before I gave in to my desires, did something stupid that I couldn’t take back.

The more I thought about it, the more I wondered if telling them might actually be the right call. The idea sounded crazy at first. The more I considered it, however, the more sense it made.

First of all, it was insane to think that being with the three of them might actually happen. As much as I wanted it, there was no way the guys would be down for it. All the same, maybe a little radical honesty would do the trick. I could speak with them and tell them that I had a little crush on all three of them, and that I wanted to get it out in the open so we could work past it.

The more I thought about it, the more sense it made. The matter was going to come out one way or another, for sure. But if I preempted an awkward situation, told them straight away and in clear terms what was going on, that would at least diffuse the tension.

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