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“We got a little help from the resort’s head handyman,” Trent explains. “Ash let us hire Martin for the day, and he helped us design a hinge system on the armrests.”

Pressing the lever beneath one, I practice putting it down, then up again. “So we can have our own space when we need it,” I say. “A spot to rest my elbow when I’m reading.”

“That’s the idea.” Logan grins. “Or we can fold them down when we all want to snuggle.”

“I love it.”

“I’m glad.” Trent waits for Logan to settle on the seat beside me, then takes his spot on my other side.

We set the chair rocking with our heels, dragging our toes through the sand. Each of the guys takes one of my hands, wrapping his fingers around mine. There’s no discussion or planning, we just move in sync, rocking together with our hands intertwined.

“So what’s next?” I hate to be the one always pointing to the future, but someone has to. “I’m scheduled to fly home tomorrow.”

The guys exchange a look. They must have already talked about this.

“Ash said he’s happy to extend your stay,” Trent says. “He offered the use of his jet to get us home when we’re ready.”

Logan chuckles. “Camille hovered like a helicopter mom the whole time we built this. She asked us to tell you the three-man, one-woman enchantment comes highly recommended.”

I laugh because that’s so Camille. “Thanks for the tip, but I’ll pass.” I squeeze the fingers laced with mine. “You two are the only ones I want to be with that way.”

“Same.” Trent glances at me, then at Logan. “There’s something I’d still like to try.”

“Oh yeah?” Maybe it’s some sort of bondage thing. “Is it whips and chains and?—”

“Nah.” Trent chuckles and blushes a little. “Funny, I have no desire to do that anymore. Maybe I got it out of my system or something.”

Or maybe it’s something he did while repressing his other desires. I’m hardly a sex therapist, but spending time with Camille makes me wonder if that’s what she’d say. “What are you wanting to try?”

Still red in the face, he glances at Logan. “It kinda involves you. I mean, all of us, but you specifically.” He clears his throat, shifting a little uncomfortably. “We haven’t really talked about this yet, but?—”

“Yes.” Logan grins. “I’m not even sure what it is, but I’m a yes for whatever.”

“Man whore,” I say with affection.

Logan grins wider. “For another few weeks, anyway. Might as well take advantage.”

“Hmm.” I pretend to ponder, but honestly? “I’d rather have sex with Logan my boyfriend than Logan the consort.”

“Same.” Trent looks at Logan. “And if you guys are game, I’d like to take things to the next level.”

“Okay.” I’m not even sure what next level means, but the guys seem to know. They look at each other with so much affection my heart does a belly flop. “What should we do with the rocking chair?”

“Ash is sending Martin to collect it,” Trent says. “That’s part of the deal with hiring the resort handyman. He’ll package it up to fly home with us.”

“Okay then.” Pressing my heels into the sand, I stand up and pivot to face them. “I don’t know about you guys, but I’ve been missing some physical touch.”

“Really?” Trent looks at Logan. “I assumed you’d take care of her while I wasn’t here.”

Logan shrugs. “That wasn’t the Marshmallow Mandate.”

“Things didn’t feel right without you here,” I add. “We had hope you’d come back and we’d pick up where we all left off. ”

Trent looks touched. “God, I love you guys.”

“Love you, too, man.” Logan gets up and dusts off his shorts, then catches my hand again. “How about we go prove it?”

Chuckling, Trent gets up to join us. “Let’s do it.”

There’s a bit of discussion en route to my room, mostly logistics the guys need to cover. If I had my notebook and phone, I’d probably look up terms like “bottom” and “top,” but instead, I just listen and guess from the context.

“What about me?” I ask as we approach the door. “I still get off, right?”

Maybe I’m greedy, but I’ve grown rather fond of this version of me who requests what she wants.

“Oh, honey.” Trent gives me a look that instantly drenches my hot, molten core. “You’re the center of everything.”

Logan grins. “We promise to make this amazing for you.”

“No, I meant—” I nibble my lip. “I’d like to try butt stuff, too.”

Trent chuckles. “That’s my girl.”

“Say no more.” Logan squeezes my hand as Trent takes out his key card. “I have some ideas.”

“I can’t wait to hear them.” I push open the door and both men pat my ass as I move past them.

“You’re in good hands, baby.” Kicking the door shut, Logan turns and starts wriggling my yoga top over my head. “We’re gonna make you feel so fucking good.”

“Yes, please.” My voice comes out wobbly with need.

Trent peels his shirt off and Logan does, too. “You’re not leaving this room until you’ve screamed both our names at least three or four times.”

I don’t doubt that even a little. But first, I ask for the unsexy thing. “Would you guys mind if I took a quick shower? I got sweaty from yoga and?— ”

“I fucking love you sweaty.” Trent kisses his way down my body, no hesitation at all. He peels off my yoga pants, kissing me there as I writhe and grab hold of the back of his head.

I’m instantly dizzy, gasping and moaning and riding his mouth. But Logan must feel me tense up. With his hands on my breasts, he nuzzles the back of my neck. “This isn’t just about what turns us on.” His teeth drag the sensitive skin behind my ear. “If you want a shower, we’ll join you.”

“There’s an idea.” Trent’s response sounds muffled, since his face is still buried between my legs. “We wouldn’t want you to get lonely in there.”

I laugh as Logan scoops me into his arms. “So nice of you to look out for me like that.” I hold on to the back of his neck as Trent trails us into the bathroom. Logan sets me on my feet, kissing me sweetly as he takes off my sports bra.

Trent twists the taps to adjust the water, then shucks the rest of his clothes. Logan follows suit, but I don’t spend long without someone’s hands on my body. It’s like they’ve made it their mission for one of them to touch me at all times.

As Logan bends down to pick up his cast-aside shorts, he seizes the chance to take his turn tonguing my aching-hot center. Not to be outdone, Trent nuzzles my breasts while testing the water.

“God, you guys.” I hold on to Logan, toying with the idea of skipping the shower all together.

Then Trent steps beneath the spray with a look that assures me there’s more to explore in there. “Come join me.”

“Okay.”

Logan guides me into the shower, and I’m grateful for how this resort designed everything to be group-sex friendly.

There’s no curtain or door, just an artsy tile wall that keeps water off the floor.

Steam swirls around us, billowing in soft, luscious clouds.

It feels decadent and naughty, like fooling around in the steam room at some luxury gym .

But my gym isn’t this fancy, and definitely doesn’t have the marshmallow fragrance pucks Logan just tossed in each corner of the shower.

The scent billows up with the steam, filling my senses with vanilla and desire.

Trent’s hands cup my breasts, gliding down to my belly.

Logan drops to his knees and nudges my thighs a bit wider.

His hands stroke my skin like he’s mapping the source of my pleasure.

Parting my folds with his tongue, he growls.

“Oh, man.” He plunges two fingers inside me and groans. “She’s already so fucking wet.”

“You’re welcome.” Trent gives me a grin that assures me he’s kidding. Just playing around with that competitive thing they both do.

Logan responds by plunging his tongue deep inside me.

I let out a moan, clutching the back of his head.

Tendrils of fragrant mist unfurl around us, coating my skin with a sheen of marshmallow moisture.

I savor the bliss of his mouth between my legs, the spatter of water around me, as Trent glides his hands down my arms, sliding them up so I shiver.

“I need—” I almost can’t get the words out. “Can I rinse off the sand before you make me come?”

Logan chuckles and gets to his feet. “Fine. But only because I don’t want you feeling self-conscious.”

Trent shifts me into the spray, sandwiching my body between theirs. “You’re delicious whether you’re sandy or sweaty or covered in fleas.”

“Ew.” I giggle at the visual, then gasp as the guys start kissing each other. Now there’s a sexy visual.

They’re both tanned and rippling with muscle. The hair on their arms sparkles with droplets as Trent cups Logan’s jaw. Logan responds by gripping Trent’s ass, grinding his body against him.

Abandoning my urge to get clean, I reach for their cocks and start stroking. Both men groan, but they don’t break their kiss. It’s an exhilarating sight.

“I love watching you do that,” I whisper. “The way you kiss each other is so different from how you kiss me.”

Not better or bad, just different . Maybe that’s why I feel no trace of jealousy. It turns me on seeing this whole other side of the two men I love.

When they finally break apart, they stare through the steam into each other’s eyes. “You taste like her,” Trent murmurs, still cupping Logan’s face. “Kiss me again.”

They do, and I slip from their arms, releasing their cocks to twirl through the spray.

Steamy air caresses my skin, filling my lungs with marshmallow mist and desire.

I’m doing my best to keep my hair dry while still keeping my eyes on the men.

It’s my own private shower show and I can’t look away.

Oversized hands glide over well-defined muscles, exploring damp flesh.

They’re stroking each other now, their big, greedy hands pumping and squeezing with a force I wouldn’t dare to try on my own. These men know each other in ways I could never fully know them, and it’s thrilling to see how connected they are.

Logan looks over and catches me scrubbing myself with a soft, sudsy loofa. “You think she needs help?” he asks Trent.