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“I’ll just get rid of these dishes while the two of you get comfortably acquainted,” Weston says, laughing. He quickly stacks everything into the sink in less time than it takes me to stand up and move to Callum.

I feel as if I’m moving through space in slow motion as I shift over to Callum wondering,what the heck am I doing?I carefully perch myself on his knee, but Callum is having none of that. His muscled arms wrap around me—wow do they feel good—and he draws me against his bare chest.

“Did you like my cooking?” he asks as his lips graze my neck.

“I…uh…yes, I did.”

“Can I get a kiss for my efforts?” He nibbles that tickly place just below my ear, and a feeling of intense lust spears through me.Oh my.

“I’ll thank you properly,” Weston announces as he sidles up to us. He bends down at the same time as Callum raises his face. “Petra, Callum goes to a lot of trouble cooking for us, and we never thank him enough. We need to show our appreciation.” Weston’s lips are just millimeters away from Callum’s as he says this. Then he closes the gap, andoh my. There is nothing hotter than this. Weston and Callum start kissing each other like it’s the best idea they’ve ever had, and my eyes can barely take it all in. If I had eels in my tummy before, now I have elephants performing ballet to the “Dance of the Hours.” I’m just inches from their faces as they go at it. Weston takes my hand and places it on Callum’s pec. It’s hard and warm, and Weston’s hand is firm as he presses me to Callum’s body.

Finally, Weston pulls back and suggests, “Let’s go somewhere a bit more comfortable and without a table in the way. My back’s getting a crick from leaning over.”

So I pop off of Callum’s lap, expecting him to let go of me, but he doesn’t. His arm remains wrapped around me. He stands as well and wraps his other arm around Weston and looks at me, asking, “What acronym would this be in one of your books?”

“It looks to me like MMF. I’d have said MFM before the two of you locked lips, but, damn, guys, that was hot. Please don’t stop.”

Weston looks confused. “What are you talking about with all of the Ms and Fs?”

“In romance books, MMF stands for male/male/female. MFM stands for male/female/male. Big difference. In the former, the guys interact, but in the second one, they only pay attention to the woman. I don’t think that’s very genuine, but some readers prefer it.”

“Oh, well,” Weston says with a chuckle, “equal opportunity sounds like more fun to me as long as no one is left out. Are you both on board with that?”

“Just what are you proposing here, Weston?” I ask.

“It’s too early for a proposal,” he laughs, “But I’m ready for some group groping. I’m just suggesting we have some fun. Let’s at least go downstairs and sit on that comfy couch.”

I’m relieved he didn’t suggest a bed. It was one thing to end up in one with Weston but with both guys? That’s a bit much for me. At least for now.

Just then the dogs show up whining and scratching at the door, so Weston breaks away and lets them in. As he refills water bowls, he looks at us and says, “Downstairs, now.”

“Ooh, he’s bossy,” I tell Callum with a tiny laugh. Callum’s eyes seem to be shining with anticipation. He grabs my hand and pulls me toward the stairs.

Twelve

Callum

If I’m dreaming,I may never want to wake up. I’ve been telling myself to stay away since the moment I moved in with these two, but my resolve has been shattered now that I see they both want me as much as I want them. I just don’t know if this will be a one-off experience or something that has legs. But I know for certain I’m going to enjoy today to the hilt. Petra’s face is flushed, and her mouth positively demands to be kissed, and Weston looks like he’s stalking us down the stairs like a hungry wolf.

“Happy birthday to me,” I say with a laugh as Weston gives me a gentle shove onto the middle of the couch. He settles on one side of me, and Petra snuggles up to me on the other. “I’m going to try to bring home lunch more often if this is what happens around here in the middle of the day.”

Petra’s sweet laugh rings out like a bell. “It doesn’t—believe me. I always have my nose in my laptop writing, and Weston has his clients to deal with. We usually grab something to eat when we need to take breaks, and it’s rarely even at the same time. You’re the catalyst here, Callum.”

“But what about what I saw as I entered the house? You were clearly ready for… something together.”

“That was a new development,” Weston assures me. “I think you’ve been putting an aphrodisiac in our food. All of a sudden, I couldn’t keep my hands off of her, and now I feel the same way about you.”

“So you’re bi too?”

Weston’s face squinches up a little. “I guess. Maybe? I was at least bi-curious in college and messed around a little, but nothing since then, and I never felt the need to ‘come out’ or anything like that. I just haven’t been tempted. But… my life has been pretty difficult for the past couple of years, and I didn’t have any girlfriends either.”

“Want to talk about it?” I ask.

“Later maybe. It’s all irrelevant now, and I want to get back to having Petra and me show you our appreciation for the wonderful job you’ve been doing feeding us these amazing meals. I feel so… cared for.” Weston looks away for a second. “It’s nice. No one has done much for me in a long time.”

I feel Petra’s soft hand stroking across my belly, and Weston leans over me. He kisses my neck, and then his lips trail a path up to my mouth. I can’t help but reach for his head, threading my fingers into the silky strands of his hair as I encourage him to kiss me harder. Petra scoots even closer to my body, and I let out a satisfied moan.

Weston keeps kissing me as Petra’s hand makes leisurely patterns on my bare skin. Then she seems to resolve to do something more as I feel her hand going toward the front of my jeans. And then, hallelujah, I feel the button pop open. I smile into Weston’s mouth, and he pulls back a moment to take in what’s happening below. As Petra draws down my zipper, Weston makes a happy sound in his throat. “Mmm, Petra has the right idea, I see.”

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