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“I mean, I’ve been told I’m too Leo to function,”he replies to another laugh from Lukas. “I’m not saying anything that might risk sending you running.”

“Yeah, please don’t,” Lukas urges. “I mean, you’re a literal angel, Pop, but I doubt you can run on water.”

I roll my eyes at him, turning my attention back to Colton. These boys like to tease, and theylovegames. Fighting a smile of my own, I hold his gaze. “Truth or dare, Colton.”

“Oh shit,” Lukas mutters, sitting up.

Colton smirks. “Dare.”

I was ready for this. “I dare you to label us. Tell me what we are.”

He’s quiet for a moment, considering. Then he takes my left hand, slowly turning it over, his fingers brushing featherlight over mine in the softest, most tantalizing caress. “At the moment? You’re my girlfriend.” He glances to Lukas and grins. “You’re his girlfriend too. If anyone asks me outright, I won’t lie and I won’t hide. You’re ours, Poppy.”

My whole body is humming as I lose myself in the intensity of his attention.

“If you’re asking me where this is going…then I’ll say it’s going here.” He holds my hand up by the wrist, his finger stroking down my ring finger. “I won’t speak for Lukas, but for me it’s going right here.” Leaning forward, he kisses the tip of my ring finger. Then he lets me go. His gaze is fire as he turns to Lukas. “Truth or dare, Nov?”

Lukas groans, glancing between us. “Guys, I hate this game.”

“Yeah, because you know you have to be real with us,” Colton challenges.

He sighs. “Fine, but I’m only going once. Truth.”

Colton smiles. “If you could have a beer with any hockey great, who would it be and why?”

Lukas opens his mouth, then shuts it, like a fish. “I—wait, what?”

I turn to Colton. “Yeah, what?”

“You’re my partner in this too,” he says at Lukas. “I know you well enough to know that you don’t like being expressive with your feelings verbally. And Irespectyou enough, that I would never force that on you. I’ll be the Leo, loud with all his feelings. You be a Scorpio, and just keep showing us with actions, yeah?”

Slowly Lukas nods. “Okay, yeah.”

“And when you’re ready to talk, we’ll both listen,” Colton adds, his hand absently trailing down my back.

“Fine.” Lukas sits back. Then he looks to me. “Truth or dare, Popsicle?”

“Truth,” I say, ready for anything.

He opts for a softball question. “Tell us something we don’t know about you.”

Honestly, I’m grateful for the question. I smile, ready to steer this conversation away from the choppy waters of relationship labels and back toward sexy fun. “Well, funny you should ask,” I say, perching up on my knees.

They both raise a brow, intrigued by my sudden change in tone.

I flash them a devilish smile. “Something neither of you know is that I’ve been wearing a butt plug all afternoon…and tonight, if it’s okay, I’d like to try having anal.”

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It turns out it’s impossible to announce to your two sex-crazed boyfriends that you’re wearing a butt plug, and then expect them to sit quietly to watch a sunset. They had their hands all over me. Their lips too, whispering naughty words, spinning me up tighter than stripes on a candy cane. As the sun sank below the horizon, Lukas slipped his hand under the beach towel to massage my clit while Colton dirty-talked me to orgasm.

I’ll never be able to look at Steve and Mike without blushing again.

When we got back to the marina, it was dark, and the parking lot was full. Lukas pressed me up against the side of my car, hands on my hips as he leaned over my shoulder. “You know, I’ve been thinking about it, Popsicle…and I think you’re a little liar. I don’t think you’ve been sitting on a butt plug for us all night.”

Widening my stance in the gravel, I pressed my hands to the car, pushing into Lukas with my hips. “Don’t believe me? Check.”

With a hungry groan, he flipped up my dress, his hand slipping under the hem of my little white cotton panties. I shivered as his finger trailed between my cheeks, pausing on the jeweled head of the plug. “Oh, fuck me.” He pressed his teeth to my shoulder in a desperate growl.