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“Later,” he says, shifting a little in his seat. “I promise I’ll tell you eventually. It’s not really that exciting, but—” He pauses, glancing between us like he’s looking for something. “I’m kinda enjoying keeping it light. Trading funnier stories, if that’s okay?”

“Yes,” Logan says, grinning. “Hell yeah.”

“Good idea.” Squeezing his hand, I reach for my wineglass again. “I like that we can all be together and it’s not just about turning each other on.”

“Agreed.” Trent looks relieved that I get it. “Who’s next?”

“Me.” I smile when they both look surprised. “What? The recent virgin can’t have a funny sex story?”

There’s another quick pause as one waiter whisks away our empty plates and another one delivers our dinners. We dig in like savages, replenishing calories we burned with our back-to-back sex sessions. There’s some trading of bites and a whole lot of bliss-soaked sighing as we savor our meals.

“Okay,” Trent says once we’ve slowed down a bit. “I think Sara was going to share a sex story.”

Logan grins. “Lay it on us.”

Trent wipes his mouth with a napkin. “Is this one I’ve heard before?”

“Nope.” I’m a little proud to have my own sex secrets, even if this one’s embarrassing. “It actually has to do with my notebook. It’s mostly filled with stuff Camille spouts off over happy hour.”

“She’s a sex therapist,” Trent tells Logan.

“Ah, yes.” He smiles. “Sister to Dr. Christopher Plier, aka Topher ?”

“Exactly.” I know him as Kit , but he’s not really relevant to the story. “It’s a little silly, since Camille would happily define anything for me if I ask, but I don’t like interrupting the flow of her stories. Besides, it’s fun sometimes to take charge of learning for myself.”

“Understandable.” Trent squeezes my knee and I smile.

“So here I am with this little notebook filled with all sorts of sex terms.” This is embarrassing. “And I’m having lunch with my mom when I run to the restroom and she suddenly needs to borrow a paper and pen.”

“Oh no.” Logan winces. “I know where this is going.”

I laugh, though it wasn’t that funny at the time. “It’s even worse than you think. Mom gets a look at the first few words before I rush back from the bathroom and grab it. She asks me point blank what ‘creampie’ is.”

“No way.” Trent laughs, taking a sip of his wine. “I’m imagining your mother’s face right now.”

“We rarely have anything but cherry or apple, so she truly thought it was something to eat.” I’m blushing now, picturing the other creampie, which I kinda got a glimpse of when Logan’s condom slipped off.

“So I blathered something stupid about perfecting a new recipe and Mom let it go. Moved on with the conversation while I sat there hoping she’d forget all about it. ”

Trent snorts. “I can’t even picture your mother saying that word.”

“Picture her saying it to Pastor Rollins.” I watch as both men’s eyes go wide. “Because that’s what happened the following Sunday when she announced in front of the entire ladies’ Bible study fellowship that Sara was perfecting a creampie for the next potluck.”

“Oh my God.” Logan groans, grabbing my hand. “I’m not laughing at you, I’m laughing with you.”

Trent’s shaking his head, his hand on my knee under the table. “I’m laughing at Pastor Rollins. Please say he didn’t deliver a sermon where he encouraged the congregation to go forth and make creampies for all.”

“Fortunately, no.” I still can’t believe that happened. “But I did tell Mom later that I decided creampies weren’t really my thing, so maybe we could stick with cherry or apple from now on?”

Still chuckling, Trent looks at Logan. With Logan holding my hand and Trent squeezing my knee, I don’t feel left out of the silent exchange between the two men.

But I do feel intrigued.

“What?” I ask, glancing between them. “What’s going on here?”

Trent clears his throat, glancing from Logan to me. “There’s an enchantment in the app called the Bareback Bonanza.” He’s looking at Trent as he says the next part. “I noticed you aren’t one of the consorts who does it.”

Logan’s brows rise. “Sara let you look through the app?”

“Sara didn’t .” I give Trent a stern look. I’m not really mad, but I’ve been meaning to ask this. “For that matter, how did you find me here or figure out my room number?”

“Uh…” Trent shifts in his chair. “Can I plead the fifth on this one? ”

Rolling my eyes, I look at Logan. “That’s Trent’s specialty. He’s his SEAL team’s tech expert. There isn’t a computer system in the world this man couldn’t hack.”

“Whoa.” Logan’s brow furrows. “Holy invasion of privacy, Batman. You looked at Sara’s private info?”

“It’s okay.” I love that he wants to defend me, but I’m really not bothered. “We’ve had time to talk since Trent got here, and it’s been refreshing to share all my secret fantasies. To hear about his and, well—to find this new level of intimacy.”

Trent and I trade a fond look. It’s funny how much closer I feel to him now. Ten years of putting up walls around sex and virginity took more of a toll than I thought. Now that we’re talking so openly, I feel like we’ve found this whole new dimension.

Does Trent feel it, too?

Does marriage feel less scary now that we have this new closeness? I’m eager to ask him soon. The guys are still talking about Trent’s tech magic, so I tune back in.

“Impressive.” Logan nods. “That how you found my room the other night?”

“Wait.” Frowning, I look between them. “Did something happen between you two the other night?”

“No.” Panic fills Trent’s golden eyes. “I went looking for Logan to ask how he knew about Scott. That’s the Marine I, uh?—”

“Babe, it’s okay.” Squeezing his hand, I smile. “The only thing I’d be upset about is if you and Logan had sex and didn’t tell me about it.”

“Should that be a rule?” Trent asks. “Two of us shouldn’t hook up without first discussing it with the other?”

“I don’t know if we need to go that far.” I’m kinda liking the thought of having Trent and Logan regale me with stories of what they get up to when I’m not around. “I’ve had a lifetime of rules around sex. And you guys don’t need permission from me to be with each other. ”

“Not permission—that’s not the right word.” Trent looks thoughtful. “Maybe while it’s all still new, we should talk through it first before two of us hook up without the other.”

I consider that. “I guess it makes sense to tread carefully at first.”

“Helps to avoid hurt feelings.” Logan shrugs. “Plenty of open relationships establish rules for themselves.”

“Rules.” I don’t like the sound of that word. “Can we call it something else?”

“Sure.” Trent smiles. “How about the Marshmallow Mandate?”

“That’s sweet,” I say, “but we shouldn’t leave out Logan.”

“Who’s leaving out Logan?” He grins. “Logan fucking loves marshmallows. And also, apparently, talking about himself in third person.” He screws up his face. “Will someone punch Logan now?”

“Gladly, Jarhead.” Trent slugs him in the shoulder, though I don’t think he does it that hard.

Logan slugs him right back, pounding him in the chest this time. “Jesus, Frogman.” He yanks back his hand, pretending to shake it in pain. “You wearing a chest plate or something?”

Trent grins and glances at me. “Should the Marshmallow Mandate have an addendum about assault and battery between members of our trio?”

“Let’s not make it necessary.” I love that we’re working together to establish our comfort zones. That we’ve developed this light, easy banter between us.

So many moments during this meal would normally send Trent into a panic. The fact that he’s not freaking out makes me happy. He’s getting used to the idea that this could be our reality. Open discussion of sex and group fun and same-sex experimentation.

What would it be like to try it in the real world?

The thought of that gives me a thrill.

But Trent’s more focused on our immediate future. He’s smiling at Logan with a look I can’t read. “So back to the rules. You don’t do bareback?”

“Nope.” Logan looks at me. “That’s sex without a condom, if you’re adding it to your notebook.

” He smiles when I blush, then turns back to Trent.

“We’re tested weekly as part of the job, so that’s not the issue.

It’s more that I like holding back something meaningful.

One little thing I don’t do unless I’m serious about someone, you know?

In a committed relationship with feelings, rather than something casual. ”

“Totally get it,” Trent says. “For the record,” he says, glancing at me, “I never ever, ever, ever went without a condom before you. That’s one line I never would have crossed.”

“Thank you.” I squirm in my seat, getting turned on just talking about this. “Should we get dessert?” I’m dying to finish our meal and get out of here. To go back to my room with these two scrumptious men and?—

“Hold on,” Logan says, glancing between us. “Why did you ask about bareback? Because let me just put it out there—I’d do it with you guys.”

I blink as my mouth hinges open. “Y-you would?” Why does that thrill me so much?

You know why.

It’s what he just said, plain and clear.

It’s more that I wanted to hold something meaningful back. One little thing I don’t do unless I’m serious about someone.

Trent looks at me and I look at him. We’re thinking the same thing, aren’t we?

“Uh—” A slow, sexy smile spreads over his face. “I don’t need dessert.”

“Me either.” Logan grins, thinking the same thing we are. “Unless?—”

“Don’t say it.” I know what he’s thinking from the salacious gleam in his eye. “You’re a better man than that, Logan. ”

Trent snickers beside me, aligned with Logan in mutual mischief. “I mean, she did kinda set it up.”

“Seems wrong not to say it.” Logan grins. “It’d be a shame not to.”

“And shame has no place here.” Trent snickers again and squeezes my knee. “She said it herself at the start of this meal.”

“Fine.” My heart’s beating fast and I’m smiling so hard my cheeks hurt. “ I’ll say it—creampie.”

The two men stand up so fast their chairs bang the concrete beneath them. “Let’s go,” Logan says, catching my hand as Trent slings an arm around my waist.

My heart rate ticks up ten notches as my two favorite men hustle me out through the exit.

Oh my God.

Here we go.