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“I’m so sorry, Dallas.”

Maddox squeezed me gently. He lowered his face to plant a kiss on my cheek… just as I flung myself into the combined embrace of all three of them.

Tears flowed now, and not just from me. I could see them streaking the face of Austin. Of Maddox. Even Kane’s eyes had gone glassy.

It was unexpectedly comforting. Sharing my grief with the only other people on earth who could possibly relate to it.

“We’re all sorry.”

Thirty-Five

KANE

I was somewhere warm and wet, surrounded by heat and comfort. Floating. Spinning.

Happy.

There was no stress, no worry. These things were somehow foreign to me, although I knew I should feel them. Somehow they’d just dissolved away, in the wake of complacency and gratification. I was relaxed beyond all relaxation. Totally and utterly free.

And that’s when I knew I was in a dream.

I woke slowly, aware of movement. Aware of warmth, and contentment.

Aware of the hot mouth, moving slowly up and down, between my legs…

Oh… shit…

I craned my neck to look down, and there she was. Dallas was blowing me, tip to base, her mouth wet and her lips tight and her pretty blonde hair, brushing against my stomach.

Good morning to ME.

For a while I just watched her, totally transfixed. Enjoying the warmth of her talented mouth. The feel of her hot tongue sliding against the underside of my fully-erect shaft.

I shifted, and she glanced up at me. I saw her smile wickedly.

Then she lowered her mouth and went back to the task at hand.

Well this is a new one.

I let my hands go to her head, my fingers sifting into her silky hair. I didn’t guide her at all, but rather followed her movements. Remained content to let her go at her own pace, slowly driving me crazy with every feverish push and pull.

Damn. A guy could definitely get used to this.

I could, of course. Only it wasn’t just me. It was all three of us, and just one of her. And yet…

And yet you still love it. You’re still okay with it, aren’t you?

In truth I was. And not only was I okay with it, but I would’ve been wholly disappointed if it somehow came to an end. If, for some reason, we’d all decided to stop doing what we were doing. Or if Dallas…

If Dallas realized this wasn’t for her.

I mean shit, right? It was crazy. Who actually does something like this? Three men falling for the same woman? Each of them willing to share her with the others, without feeling envy or jealousy or any of the other baser emotions that could rip such a delicate arrangement apart?

But then there was this other part of me. The part telling me it wasn’t so crazy. That for us — Maddox, Austin and I — the rules were somehow different. That because of our training, our experiences, our long history of living and working and surviving together through some of the most hellacious shit imaginable, pulling off a relationship like this would actually be easy.

“Mmmmmm…” Dallas moaned, her mouth

vibrating with me buried deep in her throat. I looked down at her again and she winked.