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Dominic’s green eyes cut over to Tristan. “Well, only a little jealous.”

“A manageable amount of jealousy?” Tristan asked.

Dominic nodded. “I would agree to that description.”

“Because, like, everyone gets alittlejealous sometimes,” Tristan said to him. “But it’s how you handle it that matters the most.”

“Totally.”

I cleared my throat. “So you’re not mad at me?”

“I was at first,” Dominic said. “But I realized I was mostly angry that you didn’t tell me about it. I hated finding out from the press. But the more I thought about it, the more it made sense to wait until after Wimbledon to tell me. Otherwise it would have distracted me. And then Tristan called and told me that you wanted to tell me, and felt bad about keeping it from me…”

Tristan shrugged. “It’s the truth, mate.”

They’re not mad? Am I dreaming?

“I’m glad neither of you are jealous,” I began.

“Jealous a manageable amount,” Dominic corrected.

I waved a hand. “Yes, yes. I’m glad. But why are you both here at the same time? You could have told me without flying here.”

The two of them shared a look.

“We didn’t want to justtellyou,” Dominic answered. “We wanted toshowyou.”

“To make sure you believe us,” Tristan added.

Dominic pulled his shirt off, revealing the tapestry of muscle underneath. Tristan leaned in and kissed the place where my neck met my shoulders, his hand sliding along my hip possessively.

“I want to tell you something,” I whispered.

“It can wait,” Tristan murmured into my neck.

“I started seeing another man,” I forced myself to say. “We aren’t exclusive, but…”

Dominic cupped my jaw and looked deeply into my eyes. “I don’t want to hear a word you say until after I’m done having my way with you.”

“Afterwe’redone havingourway with her,” Tristan corrected.

Dominic kissed me, and suddenly I forgot all about everything I wanted to say. Two pairs of lips and four hands began worshiping my body, groans from two throats filling my ears, and nothing else in the world mattered.

I was already buzzed on wine, but soon I was drunk on the two of them.

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Miranda was strangely hesitant at first. We had expected her to be fully on-board with this, especially when paired with the knowledge that Dominic had forgiven her. But she held back as if she didn’t believe this was really happening. Like we would abruptly stop and yell “Gotcha!” at any moment.

But once she gave in to our kisses, she surrendered completely. She pushed into my kiss, wrapping a leg around my torso and pressing her breasts against my chest. My cock leaped at the way she felt, eager to feel her from the inside.

“I’ll grab those beers,” Dominic said, darting into the kitchen. He returned with three bottles, and handed them out. I was grateful for the liquid; my mouth was dry out of nervousness. As Miranda tossed back her beer, I shared a glance with Dominic.

Are we really going to do this?

It was one thing to be partners on the court. That required a tremendous amount of teamwork and trust. Yet this was something else entirely. I’d had a threesome once before, when I was new on the tour and tennis groupies were throwing themselves at me. But that was two women. I wasn’t sure if I was comfortable having another guy in bed with me. It was a great big unknown, like playing on a clay surface for the first time.

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