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I pulled him tighter to me. His freshly showered skin was soft against me, a direct contrast to his warm, hard muscles. Mac could tease him all he wanted, but Bash was in the absolute prime of his life. They started working out together a few days a week and I was getting all the benefits of it as he lowered himself on top of me.
They had asked me if I wanted to join them in the gym, but I was happy to say no, and they didn’t push it. Gym couples awed and frightened me. If they wanted to be that duo, they could do that all on their own.
“Get over here, Savage.”
Mac scooted closer, melting at Bash’s every word. He brushed his knuckles across my nipples, and I moaned, arching my back toward his touch.
Bash kissed Mac as he sank his cock into me. I grasped his arms, tilting my hips to get him all the way in as fast as possible. I needed him like oxygen. He stretched me open, going so slowly I thought I would die before the entire length of him was mine.
Mac’s hand slid from my breast, down my belly, and I whimpered as he pressed against my clit. Bash’s thrusts slowed and a dazzling show of fireworks burst across my eyes as Mac sped up. Their alternating speeds pushed me over the edge, and I cried out as I dug my fingers into Bash’s arm.
“Fuck,” he hissed, his movements slowing to nothing as I pulsed around him.
Each pulse sent a fresh wave of pleasure through my limbs until I was glued to the bed, my body too relaxed to ever move again.
Bash had held back and hadn’t come. I moaned as he pulled his still-hard cock out of me, my legs aching to wrap around him and drag him back into me.
Mac licked his bottom lip, his nostrils flaring as he watched us. His eyes volleyed from Bash’s cock to me, and I put my arms out.
“I need you, Mac.”
He closed his eyes, tipping his head back as he groaned. “I need you, Pink.” He reached for Bash. “I’m all lubed and ready for you, Bash. Same time?”
Bash’s eyes widened, and he nodded, silenced by Mac’s request.
I shimmied down the bed near the edge. Mac flipped me over like I weighed nothing, and I settled my arms onto a stack of pillows. Mac massaged me, digging his fingers into my ass cheeks as the pillows muffled my moaning.
His cock pressed at my entrance as he leaned across my back, opening himself up for Bash. His fingers tensed, bruising my waist, as he held on, dipping into me as Bash dipped into him.
“Oh shit,” I breathed. “I hope you two are close—” The last word ended on a groan as Mac’s hand slid between my legs, Bash’s thrusts rocking all three of us in perfect harmony.
Mac and Bash groaned simultaneously, the chorus of their orgasms filling me like warm honey as every sound traveled through my fingertips.
And I shattered.
Every fear and every insecurity I had about our relationship—or at least what people thought about it—shattered along with me.
Anyone who thought Mac was just a plaything for Bash and I couldn’t be more wrong. He was our glue. Our catalyst. Our everything. We had co-existed for so many years before Mac came along, but once he was in our lives, he drew us together.
We were us.
Plain and Simple.
The next morning, the bed felt strange when I woke up. I had grown used to waking up sweaty and sandwiched between my guys, but I only had one leg draped over Bash and my back was cold.
Mac was gone.
I checked my phone and shook Bash awake. “Julie sent me a text about picking up some things for the retreat.”
Bash sat up, stretching and wiping the sleep from his eyes. “I slept so hard.” He yawned and reached for his phone. “I got the same text.”
“I bet he went to the arena—”
“Who?”
“Mac. He’s gone.”
Bash’s eyes widened. “Would he go alone?”
