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TRENT

W e tumble together through the door of Sara’s suite, a six-legged tornado of hungry hands and heated skin.

I’ve peeled off Sara’s panties before Logan kicks the door shut, and she’s already got both our shirts unbuttoned.

“Fuck, you feel good.” Logan tugs off her dress, biceps flexing as he backs her toward the bed. “I don’t know what I want to do to you first.”

“What are my options?” She giggles as I scoop her up and toss her back against the pillows. Her hair fans out in a dark cloud as my chest squeezes tight with how gorgeous she looks.

Mine.

I glance over at Logan, who’s looking at Sara with the same possession that’s throbbing through me.

Ours.

The thought barges in like an unwelcome house guest, but part of my brain embraces it. What would it be like to share? Not just tonight, but forever.

The second I think it, I shove the idea out of my head. That’s not the real world. That’s just for here, for this moment when we don’t have to play by the rules. This magical place where right and wrong don’t exist.

Stay in the moment.

I force my thoughts back to Sara’s flirtatious question.

“Your options, huh?” I pretend to consider it as my mind spits out choices like a sexy gumball machine. Looking at Logan, I can see he’s doing the same. “I enjoyed eating her pussy together.”

“Fuck, yes.” He kicks off his light linen pants, leaving him in just his boxer briefs. He’s already rock hard and straining against the thin black fabric. “Sign me up for that.”

“Mmmm….I did enjoy that.” Sara curls a finger, urging me closer. Bracing my arms on the bed, I bend down and kiss her. She’s fiery and sweet and my hunger for her swells like a storm in my chest. When we pull back, she’s panting and wild-eyed. “Let’s hear some more options.”

Old Trent would take that as a threat. A sign that she’s bored with the status quo. But this Trent—the one I am in this place, in this moment—goes wild with the freedom of choices. It’s fucking exhilarating after so many years of throttling back my engine.

Combing my brain, I recall some of the things I saw in the app. “Under ‘curiosities,' you ticked the box for the Spunky Paint Party.”

“Ah, that’s a guest favorite.” Logan grins, looking at me with undisguised lust. “We could sure make a mess of sweet Sara.”

Tempting, for sure. If memory serves, the Spunky Paint Party is an enchantment where two consorts pull out at the last possible second, painting the guest’s belly and breasts with, uh—well, spunk.

“I forgot about that one.” Sara laughs, scooting back toward the headboard as I shuck my own pants and crawl onto the bed beside her. “Maybe later.” Licking her lips, she grazes the fly of my boxer briefs. “Aren’t guys supposed to need downtime or something?”

“Not us,” Logan says, joining us both on the bed. He cradles her thighs as he moves, and I fucking love watching him touch her. “You’re so hot that Frogman and I could go all night.”

“Sounds like a plan.” My arm brushes Logan’s as we prowl up her body to tug down the straps of her bra. Not the first casual touch we’ve exchanged tonight, but the first one that’s intentional on my part. I like how his skin is a contrast to hers. Rugged and hard versus soft and yielding.

I never imagined I could have both at once.

Logan looks over and grins, reading my thoughts as he strokes Sara’s arms. “Or maybe there’s something she didn’t include in her intake forms.” Brushing the hair from her neck, he kisses the slope of her shoulder. “You’re allowed to amend and revise all you like.”

She squeaks as I unhook her bra, shoving aside her last scrap of clothing. “I’m a little overwhelmed.” She’s panting and flushed as Logan moves over her. He reaches her newly bared breasts, kneading and squeezing and flicking his tongue over each of her taut nipples. “I—I need to th-think.”

“Think while we’re touching you,” Logan instructs. “It’s been too long already.”

She laughs, but her voice sounds breathy and high. “Oh, God,” she groans as I press her thighs open. My hand finds its way to her slippery cleft and I groan as my fingers sink into her heat. “Trent, I—God, that feels good.”

I nudge Logan aside so we each have a mouth on her tits.

Greedy fucker thinks he gets both. With a grumble, he shifts so he’s focused intently on the left one.

I watch his tongue moving, fluttering at the strawberry tip of her nipple.

The man is a master. No surprise he’s made it this long in his job.

The sight of that tongue stroking Sara sends my mind spinning with indecent thoughts. What else can he do with that mouth? Will I find out at some point tonight? We’re focused on Sara, both drunk on the taste of her skin, but electricity sparks between Logan and me, a promise of something to come .

Then Sara moans and I forget about Logan. I’m consumed by her heat, my fingers still moving inside her. I’m drunk on the sweet, plummy taste of her skin. She’s so fucking soft I could drown in her. Her wild lilac scent drives me so fucking crazy I bite down gently on the side of her breast.

“Oh,” she gasps, gripping my cock in her hot little hand. “More.”

I do it again as my fingers keep teasing her slippery folds. The pad of my thumb rolls her sensitive nub and she moans. How is she already this wet?

All these years we’ve been waiting, I never imagined Sara would be so insatiable. She was always so pure, so sweet and innocent.

But the woman who’s fisting my cock in one hand is no innocent virgin. A rough moan from Logan sends my gaze rolling down and I notice she’s stroking him, too. The sight of her touching him makes me twenty times harder. I’m reeling from sensory overload, but desperate for more.

For everything I’ve ever craved but could never have.

Using our cocks like leashes, Sara tugs us closer. She’s arching her back so her breasts fill our mouths, and Logan and I take full advantage. His forehead bumps mine and he stops sucking her nipple long enough to meet my gaze.

Searching my eyes, he asks a question without any words.

I nod my response, hoping I’m reading this right. That we’re all three in sync like I think we are. Everyone here is on the same page and it’s fucking exhilarating.

“Kiss me,” he growls, his breath coming fast as she strokes him.

“Bossy fucker.” I give a low groan as Sara squeezes my cock. “I kissed you first last time.”

“Fucking Frogman,” he snarls. “Always a competition with you.”

With a snort of disdain, I let my gaze drop to his dick. He’s throbbing and hard in Sara’s small hand and I’m aching to touch him again. “Bet I can hold out longer than you.” I’m joking, but also turned on by the challenge.

“Right.” Logan snorts. “Let’s see you try, Jarhead.”

“Boys!” Squeezing us harder, Sara pulls us together on top of her.

I’m worried we’ll crush her, but she just smiles and opens her legs.

Still gripping us both, she teases our cocks one at a time through her slick, swollen folds.

“No fighting,” she gasps, sweeping the head of my cock against Logan’s.

He’s slick with her juices, just like I am, and I nearly come from the friction. “Can’t we just all get along?”

“Fuck.” Logan sounds strained as Sara grinds our cocks together. “I think we’re getting along great.”

“Holy shit.” The slick heat of her arousal, the rigid, firm feel of Logan’s cock against mine—I’m losing my mind to the contrasting pleasure.

His sea-salt scent and her dizzying softness.

Her gentle strokes and his rough groans, low in his throat as Sara plunges the tip of his cock into the vise of her entrance.

It’s my turn next as Logan slips out and she dips me inside her.

Then Logan again, then both of us rubbing our cocks through that slippery valley.

We’re not quite fucking her, not really.

Just the tip here and there, then a tease as she rubs us together.

The tantalizing rhythm of it tells me she knows what she’s doing.

I’m astonished by how she keeps gripping us, teasing us, pressing us together in her hot little hands. She rubs us around in her palms, coating us both in her juices.

Gritting my teeth, I look into Logan’s eyes. It feels like we’re fucking each other.

“Jesus.” I gasp and jerk back from her grip.

That was close.

Logan smirks like he knows what I’m thinking. “Can’t handle the heat, huh, Frogman?”

Something snaps inside me. The challenge, perhaps, which I’ve never backed down from. Not once did I tap out in BUD/S, and I’m sure as fuck not letting Jarhead get the best of me now.

“Sara,” I breathe, shifting to sit so my back rests against the headboard. “Ride me, sweetheart. Just like yesterday morning.”

“Okay.” She grins and sits up, her lush breasts swaying as she moves. “That was my favorite.”

I know it was. It’s maybe the friction of my abs on her clit, or the fact that she loves when we’re facing each other. Kissing her softly, I help her to move so she’s straddling me. Guiding her hips, I position myself at her entrance.

“Take it slow, baby.” Glancing at Logan, I see how he’s watching with keen curiosity. Gritting my teeth, I address him, too. “I’ve got plans for you.”

I sound pissed but I’m not, and he knows it.

“Can’t wait to hear about it.” He smiles as he watches her sink down onto me.

She moans as she clenches around me. “Oh, Trent.” She sinks down a little bit more. “Logan,” she breathes, though she’s looking at me as she says it.

We have one of those exchanges where we don’t need any words at all.

Or maybe we do.

“Can we suck him—” She whimpers and sinks all the way to the hilt. “Together, Trent—please.”

Looking at Logan, I nod. “You’re reading my mind, babe. That’s what I planned.”

“Fuck,” Logan says, shaking his head as he gets into position. He stands on the bed right beside us, gripping his cock at the base. For a moment, he watches, gaze fixed on the spot where our bodies connect as I sink into Sara. He’s mesmerized, stroking his cock as he stares.