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SARA

I ’m halfway expecting Trent to freak out in the days that follow our threesome with Logan.

Threesomes , I guess I should say.

We did it again the next day, and the day after that. We’re relishing the thrill of trying new positions and getting to know each other’s bodies.

While I love when they team up to pleasure me, I’m equally thrilled by watching the two men together. They’re ferociously beautiful in their hunger for each other. I could watch them all night, but there’s no way they’d let me. They’re too damn devoted to getting me off as many times as they can.

Not that I’m complaining.

But I’m still kinda stunned when Logan suggests clearing his schedule for the rest of our time here. We’re all in my suite, getting dressed after a morning of fun.

“It just makes sense.” Logan pulls on a T-shirt with a US Marines logo on the chest. The hem slithers over his abs and I get distracted for a second.

“You guys are only here for a few more days,” he continues. He’s off to the gym for a workout that couldn’t be more intense than the one he just got by spit-roasting me with Trent.

Another term for my notebook, thank you very much.

“Are you sure about clearing your calendar?” I don’t want to argue, but I feel bad for guests who had special requests for the legendary Logan Wilder. “What about the women who booked you specifically?”

“Gotta be a lot of them.” Trent sounds so calm and logical, but I know this whole thing must be blowing his mind. He came here hoping to preserve my virginity, or at least give me a proper deflowering. Now he’s having frequent, kinky sex with me and another guy.

“Won’t you be missed?” Trent probes. “You said yourself you’re everyone’s top pick for a devil’s threesome.”

“With sword cross,” I add, proud of my own terminology. That’s two guys and a girl when the guys touch each other, in case you’re wondering.

I’m not anymore.

“I do care about guest satisfaction.” Logan stoops to lace up his shoes.

His muscular shoulders bunch under his shirt and I catch Trent admiring them.

“But Holyfield’s clear that the consorts’ preferences always trump what the guest wants.

We’re never forced to do anything sexually we don’t want to do. ”

Trent looks at me, his forehead scrunching. “You’re saying you don’t want to have sex with anyone else?”

“Not at the moment.” Grinning, he stoops down to kiss me. It’s more than a peck on the cheek, and by the time he’s finished, I’m pinned to the wall with his hand inside my bikini top.

Trent watches with heat in his eyes, like he’s seconds away from tossing me back on the bed. Funny how quickly I’ve learned to read both of their cues.

But Logan breaks the kiss and steps back. Dragging a hand through his hair, he grins at Trent. “I’d give you a goodbye kiss if I didn’t think you’d punch me in the dick. ”

“Fuck off, Jarhead.” Trent catches the front of Logan’s shirt in a fist. “I’ll kiss you when I feel like kissing you.”

Logan’s fair eyes light up. “Then fucking do it, Frogman.”

Trent crushes his mouth against Logan’s, kissing him fiercely for a good ten seconds. When the two break apart, they’re both breathing hard. “Have a good workout.”

“Go fuck yourself.” Still grinning, Logan opens the door. “Go get Sara nice and wet.”

“Hilarious.” I throw him an eye roll, though maybe he wasn’t being dirty. Trent and I have plans to go snorkeling today, which is also my chance to check in with him.

I’m dying to know how he’s feeling. It’s our first time alone in days, so it seems like a good time to check in on his plans for the future. On what we’re both wanting and how things have changed with Logan in the picture. I’m not sure I know for myself, but I’m ready to have that discussion.

As the door shuts behind Logan, Trent begins gathering our things. He’s bent over a dive bag, stuffing in snorkels and masks. His shoulders feel tight when I touch him.

“Hey.” Soothing a slow, languid circle, I feel some of the tension ease up. “Is everything okay?”

“Of course.” He doesn’t look up from what he’s doing.

“Trent?”

“Yeah?” He turns and confirms my suspicions. The light in his pale, golden eyes isn’t right. Something’s bothering him.

“What’s wrong?” I ask.

“Nothing.”

Gritting my teeth, I try again. “Trent?—”

“We’re on vacation, honey.” He kisses me softly, then goes back to packing the bag. “There’s no sense worrying about anything right now. Just enjoy.”

Now I’m annoyed. “We promised to talk openly, and I can’t be part of this if you won’t?— ”

“Fine.” He closes his eyes and lets out a long, shaky breath. “My dad is in Portland.”

“Oh.” Shit. I know right away what that means. “Is your mom okay?”

“As okay as she can be, I guess.”

Dammit. No wonder he’s worried. “What’s he doing there? I thought he’d taken that big assignment that was going to have him gone for months.”

“He did.” Trent’s jaw clenches. “He came back for the wedding.”

“But—” I’m missing something here. “We didn’t invite him.”

“Exactly.”

And the wedding’s not happening.

I start to say so but stop. He’s already stressed about his father. Maybe now’s not the best time for discussing the relationship. I can wait another day or two to learn how he envisions our future.

If he envisions our future.

But we’ve got bigger worries now. “How can I help?”

Trent looks in my eyes and I see something soften inside him. Letting go of the bag, he wraps his arms around me and pulls me close “Just be with me, Sar.” He kisses the side of my head, warm breath rustling my hair. “Be patient for just a while longer?”

“Okay.” I’m not sure if he’s speaking in general terms about our plans for the day, or if that’s the new plan for our future.

Either way, there’s one thing I’ve learned in ten years of dating a man who’s more comfortable in the sea than on land. “Let’s hit the water.”

A smile lights his face like he swallowed a lantern. “Thanks.”

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.” He squeezes me tightly, kissing the shell of my ear. “So goddamn much it hurts sometimes.”

“Would anything besides snorkeling make it better? ”

“Mmm….maybe the Eiffel Tower position you showed me last night?”

“Yes, please.” It’s another three-person enchantment, and I love that he’s thinking of Logan.

For now, that’s enough. A plan for all three of us, even if it’s only a few hours in the future.

Later that day, I’m sitting at Halcyon Bistro having drinks with Camille. She shuffled some appointments to return a week early since she couldn’t stand being away from Ash for so long.

“What time did you get in?” I taste my iced tea, letting the flavors roll over my tongue. It’s juicy with passionfruit and some kind of spice. Not flavors I ever imagined combining, but it’s the best damn tea I’ve ever had.

“I landed pretty late.” Adjusting her wide-brimmed hat, Camille sips her glass of white wine. “Ash sent the jet, so at least I could sleep in the air. I’m surprisingly refreshed.”

“I’m so glad.” And the healthy flush in her cheeks tells me Ash gave her a warm welcome home. “You look great. So much happier than you ever were with Hayden.”

She snorts. “Oh, Hayden.” Her fond little laugh says there’s no bad blood between them.

“Someday, that man will wake up and discover there’s more to life than work.

Until then, I’ll bid a grateful adieu to the ten years we spent together while thanking my lucky stars every damn night I’m in love with a man who would never choose spreadsheets over spreading my?—”

“Cheers to that.” I lift up my glass and clink it to hers. Even though I’ve come a long way toward embracing my sexual side, Camille’s open chatter still makes me blush sometimes. “I can see why you’d want to rush back here. It’s beautiful.”

“Right?” She looks out at the sea, her red hair rippling on a breeze. “So bring me up to speed.” She wiggles her brows as her gaze shifts to mine. “I didn’t want to pounce right away and start pounding you with questions about Trent, but I’m dying to hear how it’s going.”

Nibbling my lip, I glance at the tables around us. It’s between lunchtime and dinner, so most resort guests are off at the pool or enjoying enchantments in their rooms.

But Trent’s private nature and the secrecy of his job makes me more cautious with sharing.

I keep my voice low as I answer. “What happens at Crystal Bliss stays at Crystal Bliss, right? If I swear you to secrecy, you won’t tell your brother or Ash or even Eve.

” Not that I don’t trust our other best friend.

But Camille’s a sex therapist, so I trust her to grasp the need for discretion on Trent’s behalf.

“Of course.” She sits up straighter in her chair. “I can’t legally treat you as a patient, but if you want to consider us bound by the same rules of privacy I extend to the clients I counsel, I can absolutely do that.”

“Okay.” I take a deep breath and dive in. “Trent’s bi. I mean, we’ve been seeing a guy together, so maybe there’s some other term for that?”

To her absolute credit, my friend doesn’t look shocked. She’s calm and serene as she nudges her wineglass aside and reaches for water. “Bring me up to speed on what’s happened.”

So I do.

I spare no detail on what we’ve been doing with Logan, how naturally the three of us fit together. Camille nods along, asking intelligent questions and probing gently for details when I try to gloss over my feelings.

“I’m so proud of you, honey.” She squeezes my hand with a smile. “It takes an incredible amount of courage to break free from societal norms and what your family of origin taught you to believe. I just want to say that before giving you anything else to think about.”

“Thank you.” I’m proud of myself, to be honest. “I never imagined this is where the Jilted Brides Honeymoon Club journey would take me.”

She searches my eyes with her hand still on mine. “You still love Trent, I’m assuming?”