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  Adrienne smiled shyly, and reached for my hand first, and then Will's. She gave our hands a reassuring squeeze, no longer caring who saw. “I understand. And I promise to try.”

  I bought her hand to my lips and kissed the back of it. “That's all we're asking for.”

  Will smiled, and when his eyes met mine a thousand words were exchanged in one heartbeat's time. We'd cleared the air, but what happened later would be anyone's guess.

  “Now, let's eat,” I said.

  I focused on my food, watching Adrienne from the corner of my eye. She took another sip of wine, and then forked a bite of chicken, bringing it to her lips.

  The waitress hovered again, this time checking to see if we needed anything else, and Will let out a deep chuckle, making all of us smile.

  “You know she's only jealous,” I said, once the waitress was gone.

  “She'd give anything to be in your shoes right now,” Will added.

  Adrienne's lips tipped up into a smile. “I don't know. These shoes are pretty uncomfortable.”

  “Smartass,” Will muttered under his breath.

  With a promise to rub her feet later, and with the unspoken promise of so much more, we dug in and enjoyed our dinner.

  ***

  With his hands gripping her waist, Will pushed through the front door, and hastily pressed Adrienne's back against the wall in the foyer. He devoured her neck with kisses while she writhed, her hazy, half-lidded eyes finding mine. I closed the door and moved farther inside. Watching him lose control, seeing her come undone in his arms…my cock gave an eager twitch, but rather than join them just yet, I leaned back against the opposite wall, feeling happily voyeuristic, and a whole lot turned on.

  Pushing his hand into her panties, I knew the second Will's fingers found her wet, because he released a soft grunt of need. That sound sent my heart ricocheting faster. Adrienne let out a little whimper of frustration, and her head dropped back against the wall with a dull thud. She gripped his biceps, holding on as he began the slow dance of readying her for us.

  Or hell, maybe he was just teasing her, because the line creasing her forehead stayed where it was.

  “Sull…” Adrienne reached for me, and my heart quickened with the knowledge that she needed me near. When I stepped closer, her hand dropped to the eager erection inside my jeans, rubbing me through the fabric.

  Her expression relaxed as we caged her in against the wall, one muscular body on each side of her.

  “Ride his fingers,” I whispered against the side of her neck.

  I felt her shiver against me.

  Will's eyes were dark with lust as he began to fuck her in earnest with his fingers, while she grinded on his with as much intensity as he was giving.

  I took her mouth, kissing her deeply, which did nothing to tamper her desperate moans.

  “She's getting close,” Will said, voice ragged.

  “Don't come yet,” I warned.

  “But…”

  I shushed her with another kiss. “Not.” Kiss. “Yet.”

  “Where?” she gasped.

  “Bedroom,” I managed.

  “Whose?” Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes half-lidded.

  “Mine,” Will barked.

  In a tangle of limbs, we fell onto Will's bed, and then he and I rose on our knees in a wordless agreement to strip her naked. Each new creamy inch of skin we exposed made my cock ache. She was so perfect. Soft, and pale, with curves where a woman ought to have curves. I wanted to kiss every soft inch of flesh, but forced myself to slow down. To appreciate this moment. When I trailed the back of my knuckles along her belly, she sucked in a breath.

  Will's hand slid down her calf as he brought one slender foot to his lips and placed a kiss against the arch. Her pink-painted toes curled as she shifted on the bed.

  “How?” she panted.

  I shook my head. “That's for us to worry about. Just lie back and relax.”

  And with a combined look of sheer ecstasy and an ‘easier said than done’ expression, Adrienne looked at us both, all the while realizing in that moment that she held every ounce of power over this situation. “I trust you both.”

  Chapter Twelve

  Adrienne

  I was trying to do what Sullivan asked. Trying like hell to lie back and relax, but my heart was pounding so hard and fast, and my hips seemed to have a mind of their own, lifting to seek friction as Will moved between my thighs.

  Tugging his shirt off over his head, my hands explored every valley and ridge of muscle in his sexy chest.

  Then he pushed his boxer briefs down, freeing himself, and gripped his wide length, rubbing himself up and down over me. The sensation shot through me with such force, it stole my breath, and a wild plea tumbled from my lips.

  Sullivan tossed a condom at Will, but rather than catch it, he let it drop to the bed beside my thigh.

  Their eyes met, and for a few moments, nobody said a word. My pulse thundered in my ears, drowning out everything else. Was something wrong?

  “I'm on birth control,” I said finally. “And I'm clean. But I don't want to take any chances, if you guys aren't …”

  “We're sure,” Will finished for them both.

  And then Will was aligning himself at my center and steadying my hips as he thrust inside so exquisitely slowly.

  My breath left my lungs in a harsh pant, and the pressure of him stretching me made my eyes squeeze closed.

  “Slow,” Sullivan said to him, his voice a warning.

  Apparently they'd decided that Will would be the first inside me, but that didn't seem to stop Sullivan from having opinions about how it was done. If I'd been able to think clearly, I would have made some joke about him being a backseat driver. But I could barely formulate a coherent response, much less a humorous one.

  Because all logical thought had fled. I opened my eyes and watched as the strong, sexy Will bit down on his lip with a look of determination. So hot. He felt so good. And then Sullivan brought his hand to my belly, sliding lower until his fingers moved down to circle my clit.

  Will's hips began pumping, testing my limits, and Sullivan teased my wet flesh with gentle touches. The moment was so unexpectedly erotic—I realized right then that four hands were much better than two. And two mouths were quite simply indescribable. Will's mouth was on my breasts, sucking and nipping while Sullivan kissed me deeply. It was only a matter of minutes before I was coming apart at the seams, moaning and arching, and climaxing wildly as Will stayed buried deep inside.

  Holy hell!

  Sullivan and Will traded positions, and for a moment, I almost protested, but then Will placed a soft kiss on my mouth, quieting me. As Sullivan settled himself between my thighs, and Will laid down beside me, I noticed it was almost like they were careful not to actually touch each other during sex, despite how comfortable they seemed together. Something about that seemed off to me and I couldn't quite put my finger on what, but they’d made it very clear all along that this was about me and my pleasure so that had to be part of it.

  And then Sullivan was parting my legs, gripping himself in one hand and pressing into me. My eyes nearly rolled back in my head.

  “Fuck, baby,” he groaned, burying himself so deep I saw stars. Being with them like this was so insanely arousing, that I found myself breathing in shuddering, shaky gasps, tiny whimpers falling from my parted lips.

  Will's large palm rested on my cheek, turning my face toward his. “You okay?” he asked, his voice uncharacteristically tender.

  I gave a tight nod, and we kissed, tongues tangling as I fought to hold in the moans from Sullivan pounding into me.

  “You felt so good coming on my cock,” Will murmured against my lips.

  My eyes opened and latched onto his. I reached for him, touching any bare patch of skin I could reach.

  “I don't want to leave you out,” I said. He hadn't come yet, a fact I was acutely aware of despite how out of it I felt.

  Without a word, he gu
ided my hand to his mouth, wetting my palm with his saliva before bringing it to his swollen shaft. I pumped him in quick strokes.

  I sensed Sullivan watching us, and the idea of him watching me pleasure Will sent a hot pulse of need racing through me. My body clenched around Sullivan and he let out a curse.

  “Fuck,” Sullivan growled. “Gonna come already.”

  My gaze met his. “Me too.”

  It was all the encouragement he needed, because then he was growling and tensing, and coming apart inside me. And I followed right behind him, a second powerful release tearing through me with such ferocity that I almost passed out. It seemed to go on and on until my entire body, from the top of my head to the tip of my toes, felt tingly.

  Will let out a ragged exhale as my hand continued working him over.

  I felt almost dizzy with the knowledge that I was the one making these men lose their minds in pleasure. Me. The girl who'd struggled to find one man now suddenly had two.

  Once Sullivan had finished, he carefully eased out, and Will wasted no time in tugging my limp body over and on top of his. With his hot length pressed between us, Will began thrusting and grinding his cock against me, the wetness between my legs aiding him.

  “You're perfect,” he moaned, mouth against my neck. One hand roamed to my ass and brushed against the sensitive spot between my cheeks. “Has anyone ever taken you here, Adrienne?”

  I shuttered. “N-no.” Before I could process his question further, Will grunted my name, and then he was tangling his hands in my hair and climaxing with a groan.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Sullivan

  After helping Adrienne into the bathroom where we all washed up, Will and I carried her back to bed. He tossed her into the center of it and she let out a squeal. Her eyes were bright and her expression happy.

  Cuddling beside her, I drew the blankets over us. Will slipped into a pair of boxer briefs and joined us, lying down on the other side of her.

  “Wow. That was …” Adrienne began, and then let out a soft giggle, her hand coming up to cover her mouth like she was embarrassed by her reaction.

  Will and I exchanged a look. We were familiar with this—the total sexual gratification that the two of us together were able to provide. The dreamy look in a woman's eyes the first time she experienced ménage, the almost reverent haze it left you in. It was what came after today that would define our relationship, that would determine if it all worked out. But right now the mood surrounding us was light, playful, and I was determined to enjoy it.

  “Did you enjoy yourself, sweetheart?” Will asked. His voice was soft, sleepy. It was crazy how his mood morphed into something so tender after he came. Typical male. I smirked to myself as I watched them together. He tucked her hair behind her ear and stared down at her in wonder.

  “It was … incredible. Better than anything.” She placed her hand on his cheek, and then laced her free hand with mine. “You were both…”

  “We know.” I smirked at her.

  Adrienne rolled her eyes, her mouth breaking into a happy grin. “Cocky, much?”

  I shrugged. “It's not cocky if it's true.”

  Will reached over and chucked a pillow at my head. “Less talking, more cuddling.” He tugged Adrienne closer to him, tucking her in against his side.

  “So bossy,” I murmured, spooning myself around Adrienne's backside.

  She felt so nice, so soft and curvy and warm. I could stay just like this forever.

  Generally after sex, we'd retreat to our own beds. It had never been a problem before. And during Adrienne's first few nights here, we'd let her take the lead in deciding whose bed she'd share. But after what we’d shared tonight, there was no way I was going back to my bed alone.

  Will cracked one eye open and glanced at me. “You're not sleeping naked in my bed, dude.”

  I rolled my eyes, but I couldn't help but smile. He wasn't asking me to leave. With an exhale, I rose from the bed and tugged on a pair of boxer briefs from Will's dresser before climbing back in beneath the sheets. “Happy now?”

  “Did you just put on my underwear?” he asked.

  Adrienne chuckled between us, her body quaking in laughter, even as her eyes stayed closed.

  I didn't point out that when we were fucking our girl my cock was mere inches away from his at any given time. Yet it was the thought of me wearing his boxers that made him raise an eyebrow?

  “I wanted clean boxers to sleep in. Relax. They'll be in the washing machine tomorrow.”

  He grunted something that sounded like acceptance and that was the end of it.

  “’Night, baby,” I whispered into the back of Adrienne's neck. She made a sleepy sound of comfort, tucked warmly between me and Will.

  Soon, their breathing became deep and even and I knew they were both asleep. I wasn't sure if sleep was slower to come because I was unaccustomed to sleeping in Will's bed, or if it was because I simply had a lot on my mind. In only a matter of weeks, I was already falling for the woman nestled between us. And despite all my bravado to Will, all my confidence about her and us—now that real feelings were on the line, I couldn't help but wonder if this was all just in passing fun for her. A brief stint on the wild side, something to try, the chance to tick ménage à trois off her bucket list.

  It wasn't a thought that sat well with me. The longer I laid there in silence, one lone question swirled through my brain, and for now, it was one without an answer.

  Could she ever truly love both of us?

  Chapter Fourteen

  Adrienne

  It was a long day at work, and as the remaining traces of hair were swept from the floor, and the cash register was closed out, I finally let out a deep sigh.

  Tyler, my friend and one of my best stylists, walked by and patted my shoulder. “You alright, girl?”

  I nodded absently. “Just tired. Today was crazy.”

  Tyler nodded. “Fact.”

  It was a Saturday, which was always one of our busiest days in the salon, but today we had two different wedding parties complete with bridal parties, mothers-in-law and two rather demanding brides. My feet were killing me, and I was starving.

  “Any plans tonight?” Tyler asked, checking his reflection in the full-length mirror as we headed toward the door. I always appreciated the evenings he closed with me. He was so efficient and cheery, we got through the whole routine fast enough to be out within thirty minutes of the last guest leaving. It wasn't even dark outside yet.

  I let out a yawn and shook my head. “Sullivan texted earlier. I think we're just going to have a quiet dinner at home. Maybe watch a movie.”

  Tyler cocked an eyebrow at me. “Dinner, a movie, and then a threesome. Yes, you live such a domestic and boring life.”

  I shook my head, a smirk curling on my lips. “Hush. I'm starting to regret telling you about Will and Sullivan at all.”

  “Lies. You love my commentary.” Tyler flipped off the lights and held open the front door for me. “After you.”

  I fished my keys out from the bottom of my purse and locked the front door before we hugged goodbye, each heading toward our cars in the parking lot.

  “’Night, girl!” he called over one shoulder as he strutted toward his car—a lime green convertible that fit his fun, quirky personality perfectly.

  “’Night, Ty!” I called back.

  Fifteen minutes later I arrived home and parked my car behind Sullivan's truck. It looked like Will wasn't home yet. It was crazy how comfortable I'd become at their place in only a couple weeks' time. Now, my apartment was almost done, but I couldn’t really imagine going home alone to the lonely space I'd once loved.

  Inside, I found Sullivan humming in the kitchen as he sliced vegetables on the counter. He turned when he heard me come in, and the second my eyes landed on him, I frowned.

  “What?”

  I narrowed my eyes in his direction. “You got your hair cut?”

  He nodded. “You don't like it?”
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  It was just a trim, and it looked fine, but that was beside the point. I set down my purse on the table and stalked closer, studying him with an appraising glare. “Who cut it for you?”

  He sat down the knife on the chopping block. “My regular girl. I go to a barber shop over on McAllister. Why?”

  Now close enough to run my fingers through it, I scoped out the cut. “I like it fine, but I don't understand why you didn't ask me to cut it.”

  Sullivan placed his hands on my waist and met my eyes. “I didn't even consider you'd want to. I thought I was being helpful by just having it taken care of. I know how busy you are.”

  I shook my head. “Of course I would want to. Having someone else touch your head is really…intimate.” The word out of my mouth surprised us both. I'd never felt this way about a boyfriend in the past, though to be fair, they usually expected free haircuts from the moment we started dating. They didn't care that I booked appointments three months in advance at my salon, they just expected that I'd bring home my scissors and do it in my off-time.

  “Especially a woman cutting your hair,” I added.

  Sullivan raised one eyebrow, and then quickly lowered his mouth to mine for a quick kiss. “Noted. You'll be the only one to cut it from now going forward.”

  “Okay,” I said, still frowning.

  Sullivan let out a low chuckle of laughter. “You're adorable when you're jealous. I’ll let Will know that his hair is also off-limits.”

  I planted one hand on my hip. “I'm not jealous, I'm…”

  “You're being territorial. And trust me, it's hot.”

  I shook my head. “I'm just tired. Don't tease me.”

  “Fine.” He patted me on the butt. “Go take off those shoes. I'm sure they're killing your feet. Then come have a glass of wine. Dinner will be ready in twenty.”

  Happy to take his suggestion because my feet were killing me, and a glass of wine sounded heavenly, I shuffled into the master bedroom and removed the high-heels, placing them on one of the shelves inside the closet that Will had designated for me. When I returned to the kitchen, a glass of chilled white wine was sitting at the counter in front of a barstool.