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And Colt?
He likes turning the air conditioner so damn low we have to cuddle when we sleep to stay warm. He and Beau alternate who’s in the middle, one spooning me while he gets spooned. I tried the middle, but now I know how cheddar feels in a panini press.
Maybe this winter, they can sandwich me.
But it’s also how Colt pours my coffee. How he rubs my feet. How he pinches my ass in the kitchen, but how he’s been shy, too. He still hasn’t given himself to Beau like Beau lets Colt take him and me. I can tell Colt’s afraid of something.
And it only makes my heart soften for him. Faster than the speed of sound, I’m falling for Colt, too. That’s why I worry.
Who wouldn't fall for him?
“Yes, I trust her,” Stacey answers, adjusting her blonde ponytail. “She’s part of a secret group. I can’t say much, but she’d care about this situation. She’d help.”
Stacey owns Delta’s, the most exclusive sex shop in the South. She would’ve gone out of business on day one if she had loose lips. The woman is a vault of intriguing intel.
“A secret group?” My author ears perk up. I abandon my books for more of this story. “What group? Come on. You know I won’t tell. I bet I know them anyway. Everyone who’s anyone shops at Delta’s, and I know their kinks.”
“You know I can’t answer.” Stacey yawns. “Groups are secret for a reason.”
BAM!
I jump.
So does Stacey.
We snap our glance at Vale, who’s dropped a stack of leather-bound classics. But it’s the fresh look on her face that grabs my attention.
“A secret group?” I dig. “Like the secret boardroom someone has meetings in. Right, Vale? You and our accountant, Mr. Nash Allen, add up to many secret sins.”
“Quit being an ingrown pubic hair,” Vale snaps. “You’re annoying me and my crotch. It’s like Stacey said, some things are secret.”
“Secret like how you pluck your nipples?”
She snarls, “Secret like how you make tit butter when you sweat?”
“Yeah, twin.” I laugh. “We got matching Ds.”
“No, we share DNA, not dicks.”
“Dicks? So you’re marching in the poly parade, too?”
“Charleston’s not that big of a city,” Stacey interrupts. “I suspect groups and secrets intermingle.”
“Not down here in Hotlanta,” I worry. “I feel like a castaway. Like it’s me, Beau, and Colt against the world.”
“You’re not alone,” Stacey assures. “You remember Scarlett, right? Luca Mercier’s new wife?”
“Of course,” I gush. “I can’t forget her. She ordered a gold chain ankles-to-anal-plug locking bondage kit for their honeymoon last month.”
Vale sighs, “Scarlett’s my idol.”
“Yes, her.” Stacey smiles. “She’s Mrs. Luca Mercier now, and I met her sister, Ruby, at The Mercier Hotel and their Charleston wedding. Ruby’s amazing. She’s one of us.”
“So, I can trust her?”
I’m sweating. Yes, the A/C is cranking for Colt when he gets home, but it’s July, and I feel like I’m starting training camp, too.
Throuples training camp where the opponent is the general judgy public, and I don’t like our odds of winning.
