Текст книги "Rule of Three"

Автор книги: Kelly Jamieson

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Chapter Seven

It was clear they both wanted to, but were each afraid to say it. Afraid of what the other would think. What it would mean.

“Jump,” Dag said.

Kassidy knew exactly what he meant after their conversation about skydiving. How you could analyze and debate the pros and cons, consider everything before making a decision. Sometimes you just had to do it. And deal with the consequences after.

“Yes,” she breathed.

“Fuck,” Dag muttered.

This could be the biggest mistake she’d ever made.

I don’t think I can do this. The words seemed loud in her head, but she hadn’t spoken them out loud. Determination to be bad, to show Dag, the rebel, she could be bad too, mingled with a desire to equally prove to Chris that she wasn’t shocked by the revelation about his past, and she was just as up for naughty fun as he was.

But uncertainty weakened her knees, made her hands tremble. She had no idea what to do. The arousal that had heated her earlier had been crowded out by nerves. They stood there in the living room, in the dark, the lamp in the corner the only illumination.

“Why?” she asked.

They looked back at her. “Why what?” Dag said.

“Why did you do it?”

Another shared look that reminded her of their long—and apparently intimate—history. “I don’t know,” Dag said. “I guess there were girls we both liked and we wanted to share.”

A gazillion questions bounced around in her brain. Were there serious feeling involved? How did that work? Wasn’t there jealousy? Or were those girls just slutty whores who slept with two guys for the fun of it?

Oh stop. She couldn’t think of those girls as slutty whores because she was about to become one of them. There was nothing wrong about enjoying the pleasure of sex with two gorgeous men, especially when one was the man she loved and the other was someone he cared about and trusted.

“I never thought a lot about why,” Chris said. “It just seemed like the thing to do.”

Dag had turned to look at Chris when he spoke. His eyes moved as he studied his friend, his eyebrows drawn, his mouth tense, his hands in loose fists, and Kassidy sensed emotions inside him, inside Dag, expanding. His chest lifted and his Adam’s apple moved as he swallowed.

Something inside her caught, twisted. And she realized she wasn’t just doing this for herself. She was doing it for them.

Dag couldn’t believe they were doing this. What the fuck had happened tonight?

He studied Chris, wanting to know what was going on in his friend’s head. Yeah, they’d shared girls before, but never someone one of them had actually had a real relationship with. And much as he wanted to do it, for so very many reasons, he didn’t want Chris and Kassidy to jeopardize their relationship for…this.

But Kassidy’s eyes were hazy and full of lust, her body practically quivering with need. Her mouth tempted him, Christ, he had to have it, taste it.

And he’d get to be with Chris while he was doing it.

Complex emotions rose and fell in him, fragments of thoughts spun away even as he tried to marshal them together into coherency. But his balls were on fire, his dick so hard it hurt, and all those hormones pounding through him were destroying his ability to resist temptation.

He moved toward Kassidy, standing next to Chris, and Chris moved too so they stood like they had on the dance floor, him behind her, the sweet curve of her ass pressing into him, Chris in front of her. Dag started at her shoulders, dragged his hands over slender bones down the soft skin of her arms, onto her hips. His fingers dug into the warm resilience of her flesh beneath the silky dress. She’d let the hem drop so her ass was covered once again, but he’d seen the sweetness that was under there and wanted to touch it.

She let out a moan as the two men pressed her between them, and he smelled her hair, a soft scent that was sweet and sexy, a mix of vanilla and amber.

“So hot,” he whispered. “Aren’t you, Kassidy?”

Another whimper escaped her mouth. He nudged her hair aside to find the warm side of her neck, inhaled her scent again and opened his mouth on her skin. He sucked lightly, dragged his tongue over her. Sweet.

“Ah, sweetheart.” Chris drew her arms up and over his shoulders. “I love you for this. So much. Come on. Let’s go in the bedroom.”

He kissed her mouth and then stepped back. The three of them moved together down the short hall and into the bedroom where Chris had nailed her up against the door earlier. Jesus. Dag’s cock twitched. And now here he was in there with them.

Chris flicked on a lamp beside the bed and started unbuttoning his shirt. Dag watched as his bare chest appeared, took in the ripped pecs and abs, the flex of biceps as Chris tossed the shirt aside. Dag moved to Kassidy.

“Let me,” he murmured, and once again he drew up the hem of her dress inch by silky inch. She moved her hips as the dress rose higher and he met her eyes as he pulled it up over her waist and then…her breasts. The dress was loose and she lifted her arms for him to tug it over her head, the full mounds of her breasts right there in front of him, swelling over the edge of a pink lace bra that matched the little strip of lace around her hips.

She had a beautiful body—smooth curves, golden skin, the surprise of a diamond glinting in her belly button. He flicked it with a finger. “That’s nice.”

“Thank you.”

Dag glanced at Chris, who had lowered himself to the side of the bed, wearing just his black pants, watching them with hot eyes.

Dag wanted to kiss her. God, he wanted to. His lips parted and he studied her mouth, the pouty bottom lip, the sweet bow of her top lip, the way her teeth gleamed whitely through the slight opening. He heard her indrawn breath as she realized he was looking at her mouth and her lips parted more.

He slid a hand beneath her hair to the back of her neck then glanced once more at Chris, as if to make sure the guy was still okay with this, because, Jesus Christ, he was going to kiss her, kiss her with everything he fucking had.

Chris gave him a slow up-and-down motion of his head as he reached for the fastener of his pants and released it. He rubbed his hard-on beneath the black fabric.

And Dag turned back to Kassidy, bent his head and took her mouth. She opened for him immediately with a soft sound in her throat, her mouth sinfully soft, sweetly delicious and warm as summer. Her hands came to rest on his chest. He wanted her to rub there, but they’d get to that. He kissed her, again and again, long, deep kisses, licked her mouth, found her tongue and played with it. Her body melted against him, all warm, soft skin and pink lace. Jesus.

His other arm slid around her, palm on her back, pressing her against him, her breasts soft, her pussy hot. Damp heat poured off her, in fact, he could smell it, tantalizing feminine arousal. He got lost in it, in everything, the feel of her body in his arms, the taste of her mouth, the vanilla and warm amber and girl scent of her, so much that he forgot about Chris watching them and drifted off on a cloud of erotic pleasure.

This woman…dammit, she affected him. Like no other. What was it about her?

He lifted his head and they gazed at each other, panting, wet-mouthed, blazing eyes.

“Dag.”

Her breathy voice saying his name like that undid him all over again, and he groaned. “This is insane.”

“Yeah.”

And then they both turned to Chris, who had taken his cock out and was stroking it. Kassidy made a little noise as if a gasp had stuck in her throat. “Oh god,” she said.

Dag watched Chris’s hand pull up the thick length of his cock then back down. He’d seen it before. They’d done this before. But still his blood raced fast and hot through his veins at the sight.

He set Kassidy in front of him, settled his hands on her hips. She glanced over her shoulder at him, wide-eyed at the sight of Chris jerking off.

“C’mere, Kass.” Chris lifted his chin. “Come and suck me.”

Dag helped her move forward, nudging her with his hands on her hips, and with another glance at him, she went to her knees beside the bed, between Chris’s legs. When her mouth closed over the head of his cock, more flames threatened to explode in Dag’s balls. Now it was his turn to press against his throbbing erection. He wasn’t sure if he could even walk, he was so hard. But he managed to move up behind Kassidy and gather her hair back to hold it for her at the nape of her neck.

“Oh yeah, Kass. So good.” Chris threw his head back, eyes closed, hands on the bed on either side of him. “Oh…yeah.”

Dag peered over her shoulders to watch her slide up and down on Chris’s shaft, dark and ridged with veins, her mouth stretched wide. She rested her hands on his thighs and her head bobbed. When she let the gleaming crown slide out of her mouth and sat back a bit to catch her breath, Dag lifted her beneath her arms to stand.

“Now suck Dag,” Chris said, his eyes dark, face flushed.

A string of curses ran through Dag’s mind, and he yanked his T-shirt out from his pants and rapidly unbuckled his belt. Yeah, he wanted to feel her mouth on him too, and he knew Chris liked to watch that, but hell, he wanted to make this good for Kassidy.

He stripped out of his clothes, but as she went to drop to her knees once again, he held her up. “No.”

She blinked at him, and he lifted her into his arms and carried her over to the bed. He laid her down, nudging Chris aside, who stood and stepped out of his pants. The two men stood side by side, looking down at beautiful Kassidy stretched out on the bed, wearing pink lace and a blush. She bent one knee, licked her lips.

“Ladies first,” Dag said, a smile tugging his lips. “Wanna make this good for you, babe.”

Her mouth curved sweetly as he climbed onto the bed, shifted her over a little more to make room for Chris. The mattress dipped with Chris’s weight as he again sat, and then Chris found the clasp of her bra and Dag slipped his fingers into her panties and slid them down over her legs.

He let out a breath as he viewed her naked body, perfect breasts round and tipped with small brown nipples, nipples that made his mouth water and long to suck them. His gaze moved over the dip of her waist and curve of her hips, and then to the tiny triangle of dark hair just above her slit.

“Beautiful, Kassidy,” he whispered, unable to resist touching her, his palms cruising over her thighs.

Chris covered her breasts with his hands and squeezed then brushed his fingertips over taut nipples. “So beautiful.”

“You are, sweetheart.” Chris bent his head and took a nipple in his mouth, just like Dag wanted to do. And why not? He moved up her body on the opposite side of Chris and they each suckled on her for long moments. Her nipple fit perfectly to his tongue and he closed his lips over the tip of it while his eyelids drifted shut. And sucked. Sweet. So fucking sweet.

He could smell Chris’s hair now, a darker, masculine scent, his head only inches from his own as they made love to Kassidy’s gorgeous breasts. Her body quivered and twitched, and Dag laid a hand flat on her belly.

“Oh god,” she said, her legs sliding against the bedcovers. “God, that feels good!” And her hand forked into his hair and grabbed on. Sensation rocketed from his scalp to his cock.

“Both of you…sucking on me…at the same time. Oh my god.” Her head tossed on the pillow and they kept on loving her nipples with their lips and tongues and the very edge of Dag’s teeth.

His hand crept lower…lower. His fingertips brushed the curls there, dragged through them, slipped lower still. Her thighs parted for him, and his fingers found her wetness. Jesus.

“Ah Christ, Kassidy.” He lifted his head from her nipple to speak then pressed a kiss against the top curve of her breast. “You’re so fucking wet. Unbelievable.”

“What…do you…expect?” Her words came out jerky and soft. “God, Dag.” Her thighs spread even more, giving him more access, and he dragged his fingers through her folds, silky soft, completely bare below the triangle of hair and dripping wet. He probed with the tip of his middle finger, found her entrance and pushed in just a little. Wet heat sucked at him and he groaned.

“Wanna taste you,” he muttered. “Now.”

“Do it,” Chris spoke from beside him, low and husky, and Dag needed no further urging. He kissed his way down her torso, taking that little diamond barbell in his mouth and giving it a quick tug before continuing down. He knelt between Kassidy’s legs, pushed them apart with his palms on each thigh. Warm feminine spice rose to his nostrils and he had to study her for a moment before he tasted.

“That is the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen,” he said on a groan. “Perfect. So pink and perfect.”

Her legs twitched restlessly again and Dag watched Chris continue to suck on her nipples, moving to the one where his own mouth had been a moment ago. Chris’s big hand cupped the soft flesh and he rubbed the nipple over his bottom lip in a sensuous gesture. Heat flashed inside Dag.

With another groan he bent his head, inhaled deeply and ran his tongue over her. She jerked against him, cried out softly, and once again one of her hands fisted in his hair. He licked at her sweet cream, her smooth flesh, pressed kisses there, soft kisses, suckling kisses, first one side then the other. He kissed higher, one side, the other side, then finally pressed his mouth over her clit and kissed her there. The swollen bud pulsed against his lips and she gasped and tugged harder on his hair.

He licked, swallowed her delicate taste, licked again as her body quaked beneath him. He pushed a finger inside her, her body closing around him in a hot, wet embrace, then added another finger. Her soft cries increased and he lifted his gaze to again watch Chris make love to her breasts, her other hand fisted in his hair, fingers bent tightly.

“Oh my god, I can’t take any more,” she panted. “Too…much.”

“Not yet it isn’t.” He smiled against her pretty pussy. “Not yet, sweetheart.” He wanted to make her come, wanted her to come in his mouth, wanted to give her so much pleasure. He licked some more, finding her clit with his tongue, the hard edge of it, tonguing it from side to side. Then he closed his lips over it and sucked.

Her hips lifted and a long, ragged cry was dragged from deep within her. He held on, sucking, drawing out her orgasm, her body tight and throbbing. Heated cream poured over his fingers. His cock throbbed insistently, his balls drew up, and for a moment he feared he’d lost the battle to keep his own orgasm at bay. Breathing through it, he managed to control the spiraling sensation, finally releasing her quivery little clit.

He rested his cheek against her thigh, catching his breath, heart racing. Holy fuck. He’d felt that orgasm almost as much as she had, which kind of freaked him out. He slid his fingers out of her, his whole hand wet. “Ah…” A small groan rumbled out of him. He lifted heavy eyelids and met Chris’s eyes. Heat washed over him at the fierce arousal on Chris’s face.

“She came hard,” Chris murmured. “Didn’t you, sweetheart?”

Her only response was a groan.

“Good job,” Chris said, a smile flirting with his lips. “I just about came too, that was so hot.”

Oh man. Dag had forgotten the easy way the two of them had with a girl, the total lack of jealousy or competitiveness, just a mutual desire to please and be pleased. There was no one else in the world he’d ever done this with, despite the wild and wicked experiences he’d allowed himself to try when living in San Francisco. Nothing had ever felt this right. Or so fucking terrifying.

Chapter Eight

Chris rubbed a hand across his face and sprawled onto his back beside Kassidy, his neck and shoulders tight from the posture he’d been holding. He hadn’t felt it while he’d been sucking her nipples, focused on the lush sensation of her breasts in his hands, in his mouth, and the wicked hotness of watching Dag go down on her. Seeing Dag’s mouth on Kassidy’s pussy turned him on to the point of pain. Knowing the intensity of the pleasure she would feel with two men, one sucking her tender nipples, the other sucking her sweet clit.

And he knew from experience just what Dag was feeling too, the taste of her, the feel of her softness against his tongue, the way she tightened around him when she came. Fuck.

He wanted to be inside her, now. He turned his head on the pillow so his mouth was beside her ear. “Wanna fuck you, Kass,” he whispered. “Wanna fuck you hard. Now.”

Her head moved in assent, and he climbed over her. He glanced at Dag now stretched out on the bed on the other side of Kassidy, his mouth shiny with her juices, his cheekbones wearing a stain of color. His hair was a mess from Kassidy’s fingers in it and he’d fisted his own cock. Christ, he looked even bigger than he’d been years ago when they’d done this. The guy was hung, no doubt about that.

“Wait,” Chris said. “Turn over, sweetheart.” And he helped her roll to her stomach then pulled her hips up. She lifted her head and turned to look at him, hair falling across her face in a sexy sweep. “Dag, move over in front of her.”

Chris had no problem taking charge, in the office or in the bedroom. It came naturally to him, and Dag smiled as he seemed to realize what Chris was directing, shifted over until he was right in front of Kassidy, his thick, engorged cock jutting up. Kassidy’s gasp was audible.

Yeah, that was pretty much every chick’s reaction when they saw Dag’s package. And yet, Chris had never been envious. In a way, he almost felt…proud when girls were so impressed by his friend.

Dag stretched his legs out on either side of her, long muscled legs lightly covered with dark hair, and stuffed two pillows behind his back.

“Dag needs to come too,” Chris said. The idea of Dag’s cock tunneling into Kassidy’s mouth almost sent him right over the edge of the orgasm cliff right then and there. Because…this was Kassidy.

Was he a sick, twisted perv? He’d never questioned the urges that had led him and Dag to do what they’d done. He’d just enjoyed it, reveled in it, took as much pleasure from it as he could get. But for the first time he wondered what drove him to do this.

Only with Dag. Never with any other guy. Never.

He shoved those thoughts away as he pushed his body into Kassidy’s, her pussy dripping with cream. Her heat on his cock scalded him as he moved inside her, and he released a long, low groan. “Fuck, Kass.” He shoved her thighs wider, went deeper inside her. “Fuck. So hot. So wet. Suck him. Suck Dag’s cock.”

He watched with avid interest as she took Dag’s dick in her small hand—couldn’t even close her fingers all the way around it—and gazed at it for a long moment. The smooth, round head shone with pre-come.

“Like it?” Chris asked her, hands holding her hips, throbbing inside her, unable to take his eyes off her fist around Dag’s cock.

“Mmm.”

“You love giving head, don’t you, sweetheart.”

“Mmmhmm.”

Chris slanted an aren’t-we-lucky glance at Dag, whose lips quirked, but then Dag’s eyes fell closed. His chin lifted, his mouth a straight line, and his hands went to Kassidy’s hair, holding her hair back, holding her head as she closed her mouth over him.

There was no way she could take all of Dag, nobody could, but she knew how to curl her fingers around the base and slide them up and down while she sucked the head of his cock. Chris just wished he could see more of her face.

Chris lifted a hand to rub his chest as he watched, noting Dag’s hips lifting, his breathing quicken. He was going to come. Would Kassidy swallow? She always did with him, but she’d confessed once he was the first guy she’d ever done that with.

“Ah, baby,” Dag groaned.

Chris reached around under her, found her clit, which jumped at his touch. He rubbed, her soft cries distant through the roaring in his ears. Her pussy rippled and convulsed around his dick and he knew she was coming again.

He stayed on his knees between her legs and fucked her, throwing his hips against her ass again and again, the tight drag and pull of her cunt on his cock sending sparks cascading over his body in heat and light, in electric tingles that grew at the base of his spine then raced outward as pleasure exploded in him and he poured it into Kassidy.

“Oh hell, I’m coming,” Dag grunted. “Fuck. Oh yeah…” And with a stretched-out rough groan, he held Kassidy’s head against him. She held him there, inside her, taking it all, then lifted her head. Dag reached over with his index finger, swiped something off her face, his come no doubt, and popped it into her mouth.

“Fuck,” Dag muttered. “Holy shit.”

Chris’s orgasm wrenched at him, his skin crawling with waves of pleasure, his head spinning as Kassidy bent her head and licked over Dag’s cock delicately, and then pressed the sweetest kiss right to the tip, making Dag shiver.

That was hot. Fucking hot.

“Oh man.” Chris slumped forward over Kassidy, sweat beading on his brow and chest, heart thudding, lungs straining for air. His cock continued to pulse inside her, and she continued to clasp him with small, tight contractions. “Oh man, sweetheart. That was fast. Sorry.”

“That’s okay.”

She’d gotten another orgasm out of it, so sure, it was okay. Dag shifted to the side, Chris slowly pulled out of her slick heat, and the three of them stretched out on the bed, bodies pressed together at their sides. Chris laid his hand on Kassidy’s back, his fingers brushing what he realized was Dag’s hand, also stroking her. He turned his face into her hair, just breathing in her scent.

“You guys,” Kassidy whispered. “What you did to me…”

“Oh yeah. You deserve it, sweetheart. You’re so damn hot and sweet.”

“I’ve never… Oh god.”

Chris lifted his head and smoothed her hair off her face, smiling down at her. “Good?”

“So good.” She blinked at him then she turned her head to Dag, lying there watching them, his hand still resting on the small of her back.

“C’mere,” Dag said. And he moved his face toward her and kissed her. As their mouths joined, Chris stroked a hand down her sleek back, over the curve of her ass then back up. Awe and amazement swelled in him, along with a touch of disbelief that this had happened.

He’d thought that had all ended when Dag had left. And he was being completely honest when he said he hadn’t missed it. The threesomes. Because there was nobody else he’d ever do it with. And now, only Kassidy. Just these two people who meant the most to him and who he now shared with each other.

Kassidy awoke in the morning to a feeling of heavy heat, surrounded by two men in the king-size bed.

Oh dear god. She was in bed with two men.

What had they done?

She squeezed her eyes closed and her body tensed as if trying to shrink away from the two male naked bodies on either side of her. Images ran through her mind, reliving highlights of last night, and she almost groaned aloud.

She searched inside herself for her feelings about all this, trying to figure them out. Because she had a lot of feelings and they were all tangled up into a mass inside her and indecipherable. She guessed that was called confusion.

There was no denying the arousal that lingered, low down in her womb, an insistent throb that couldn’t possibly mean she wanted more sex. Could it? Holy crap. She’d had three orgasms last night by the time they fell asleep and that was a first. Her body tingled at the thought.

Chris. Oh god, Chris. Terror at what he might be feeling today gripped her and stole her breath. But as she went over things in her mind, she knew he’d wanted to do it too. Unless her memory was playing tricks on her, she didn’t think it was a case of him being pushed to do something he didn’t want. Truly, he’d made her feel strong and special and amazing for doing that. She’d seen no signs of jealousy, just…arousal.

If she’d done anything that would hurt Chris, she didn’t think she could survive it. If he woke up and was upset about this, she was going to die. She couldn’t shake the vague guilty feeling that she’d cheated on him with his best friend. Except he’d been right there, participating. She pressed a hand to her stomach, quivering with nerves.

And with even more guilt, she had to admit she’d enjoyed every minute of it. Which was also freaking her out a bit.

What did that say about her, the fact that she’d enjoyed it so much? The pleasure of having two men focus all their attention on her, telling her how beautiful she was, how hot, how sexy, knowing they couldn’t keep their hands off her, knowing when they got inside her they came so fast and hard there was no question that she’d aroused them.

That was about the hottest thing of all.

She stretched her aching body, trying not to disturb the sleeping men, her thighs sticky and sore. Even her jaw twinged a little, from giving two blow jobs, and oh dear god, Dag had a huge cock.

Dag. What about him? How was he going to feel today? For some reason she wasn’t so concerned about him, and it wasn’t that she didn’t care about him, it was more a feeling that he’d been the instigator, and that his wicked bad-boy image meant he’d likely done this before and thought nothing of it.

Of course, Chris had done it before too.

That boggled her mind. She turned her head on the pillow to look first at Chris then at Dag, his dark face soft in sleep, his jaw shaded with stubble, the wicked look replaced with vulnerability. She longed to reach out and brush his hair off his forehead or rub her fingers over that sexy tattoo on his arm but she restrained herself.

Who was this man? This man who walked back into their lives and had them doing depraved, sinful things. Chris and Kassidy, the poster couple for nice and normal, nothing but vanilla and commitment.

Would they do that again? Or was that just a one-time, hot-as-sin night of decadent pleasure? What did this all mean? What would happen now?

As she studied Dag, his eyelashes fluttered, long and dark against his high cheekbones, and then he opened his eyes. His mouth tipped up at the corners when he saw her.

“Kassidy.” His voice was a low rasp.

She gave him a tremulous smile back, filled with uncertainty.

He reached for her, not saying another word, pulled her head down to his chest and wrapped his arms around her, so big, so strong, so hot.

“Are you okay?” he whispered to her.

“I don’t know.”

For a moment they were silent as he stroked her hair. The tenderness of the gesture eased some of the panic fluttering inside her. “Are you regretting what we did?” he finally asked.

“I-I’m not sure.” How could she tell him that it depended on Chris’s reaction? That was her biggest fear, that Chris would see her differently, or be pissed off that she’d gone along with things and actually given his best friend a blow job. Her stomach tightened unpleasantly.

“Lots of people would think this is wrong,” Dag said. “Immoral. Evil.”

“Um. Yeah.”

“I’ve done things that are bad. Really bad.”

“You have?” She stared at him, concern pinching her eyebrows together.

“Yeah. Things I’m not going to talk about. I just want you to know that when I did those things, I felt…bad. Degraded. Like I wanted to puke, sometimes.”

“Oh Dag.” Her body tightened and ached for him, her eyes searching his face. What on earth could he have done that was that bad?

“But this didn’t feel like that. It’s never felt like that with Chris…and now…with you. It’s…” He closed his eyes against her inquiring, anxious scrutiny. “This feels…right.”

Her breath squeezed out of her as she continued to stare at him. Curiosity pricked her and she wanted to know more about what he’d done, what he had to compare this to, because lord knew, she had nothing. An emotion, soft and warm, unfurled from the mass in her chest and that emotion she recognized—as caring. She cared about Dag.

He was Chris’s best friend, and even though she’d only known him a week, she hoped he was now her friend too.

Then she gave a snort of laughter that had his eyes flying open.

“What’s so funny?” His thick, straight eyebrows sloped together.

“I was just thinking that I hope you and I are friends now too, but then the ludicrousness of that hit me.” She choked on another little laugh and he grinned.

“Very good friends,” he said with an evil lift of one eyebrow. Then his smile softened. “I mean that, Kassidy.”

Chris made a noise beside them and she turned to look at him. He was awake too. His eyes met hers. “Kass, sweetie.”

She rolled toward him, giving Dag her back, not trying to be rude, but that moment was between Chris and her, an important, private moment. Lying on the pillow, they stared at each other, all her questions and uncertainties no doubt visible in her eyes. Her stomach squeezed, her heart thudded as she waited for him to say something.

“I love you,” he said. Relief cascaded through her, intense and weakening. “Thank you.”

“I love you too,” she whispered, lifting a hand to his stubbled cheek. “So much.” It seemed important to tell him that right then. She wanted to pour it all out of her, how she’d woken up full of shame and guilt and worry, and she was glad he wasn’t angry or hurt about what they’d done.

And how screwed up was that?

She tried to make herself think about how both of them should be feeling—ashamed, mortified, deviant even. Why weren’t they feeling that way? Because they were deviant?

She had a hard time accepting that. She didn’t feel deviant. Even though her boyfriend had shared her with another man, it felt as if he’d given her something. A gift. Something so special and rare, she hadn’t even known she’d wanted it.

Four hands on her body. Two mouths on her skin. Her eyes drifted closed as Dag’s hands reached for her from behind and they took her again with lips and tongues and fingers. She wasn’t sure who touched her where until she dragged open her eyes and saw Dag’s darker head at her breast and Chris’s fingers between her legs. They petted her and stroked her and licked her. Heat flashed beneath her skin and shimmered over her whole body.

What had she done to deserve this much pleasure? She wanted to give it all back to them, and for the first time the fact that there were two of them overwhelmed her just a little. If she could have sucked on both of them at the same time, she would have. If she could have fucked them both at the same time, she would have.