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And yet, I know this is motivated by worry. Jasper is a sadist—one who continually insists I have no understanding of what that means. If I’m ever to get the chance to find out, he needs to trust me as much as I do him.

“Would two thousand words be sufficient?” I ask politely.

Approval adds a gracious glow to his features. “Quite. I’ll provide you with a limits list to fill out also.” His lips tilt. “I believe we’ll be needing it.”

Needing it? We will? Me and the other men? Or me and Jasper?

Excitement sparks like raw dynamite in my veins.

“Ah, now that would be helpful.” Beau grins, giving me and Jasper an amused look.

Lucky bounds forward again, slinging an arm about my shoulder. “Eden, are you opposed to threesomes? Four can be a crowd, and I feel like we should wind it back. No offense, Beau. That will be on the sheet, but I think I need to know now. I humbly volunteer to be part of your first threesome. I humbly volunteer Jasper as well.”

Jasper arches a brow at Lucky just as the music jumps back into something bright and bouncy that provokes a chorus of drunken cheers.

I can’t tell if it’s anobrow or acareful sassing mebrow.

“She isn’t opposed, and you’re too late.” Beau directs his slow smirk at Lucky, but his eyes find mine, filled with riverbanks and spankings.

My cheeks heat, and I bite my lip as I smile back.

“What kind of threesome, though?” Lucky asks shamelessly. “Are we talking taking turns? DP? DVP? DAP? Wait, no, scratch that last one. We can tackle that later.”

Beau snorts, and I look suspiciously between them. “I don’t know what that means, but I’m sure it’s not appropriate to discuss in public.”

I brush some dirt off my dress, then give it up as a hopeless cause. I’m okay with being a little filthy.

With these men, I’m okay with being very filthy.

I take a deep, full breath of the wild woods—in this moment, feeling wonderfully, completely settled.

I look between the three men before me and grin. “Shall we join the party? I think it’s past time I participated in this bond-fire.”

Chapter50

Eden

Survival tip #168

Wine.

Ishake the long skirts of my dress from side to side, popping my hips to the bright, mindless beat. Lucky cackles—again—even though I’msureI got the right rhythm this time. Jasper shuffles, swaying just a bit, clicking his fingers to the music.

Heis definitely off beat.

I’ve never been to a nightclub before, but I know I’m doing it right. I wish Beau was here to mediate, but he had to return to his monitoring duties.

His sad, boring, dance-free monitoring duties.

Lucky swipes a tear from under his eye. “You two... so bad. How are youso... so, so, so bad?”

He snorts another laugh, and Jasper stops dancing, pink-cheeked. “This isnotmy kind of dancing, Lucien.”

I don’t stop. I was tired before—when I came out of the woods, I was ready to keel over from exhaustion. But that went away after drink six.

The music isin menow.

Mary Beth is hanging off a grinning Sloane again, her lipstick smeared and streaked over Sloane’s neck. Beside me, Jennifer whoops, then bumps her hip with mine. I laugh, then we bump hips again, and her sticky drink sprays out of her cup.

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