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He sucks in a sharp breath as his eyes go wide like he wasn’t expecting that. He turns to look at Joey—always checking in.

Joey nods. “I’d like one too.”

“Okay,” Scotty finally agrees on a shaky exhale as he looks up at me with lust shining in his eyes. I love how responsive he is, how excited the idea of just kissing us clearly makes him.

I repeat the same thing I did with Joey, cupping Scotty’s cheek before I lean in to press my mouth to his. It’s cold, but he warms up as my tongue teases the seam of his lips, and he opens for me. It’s a quick kiss, but passionate, and when I pull back, Joey slides his arm up Scotty’s back and turns his face toward him before leaning in as well.

Watching the two of them together is going to make me sweat under all of this snow gear. Seeing Joey confidently take what he wants when we’re with a third has always filled me with pride, and I’m beginning to feel the same way about Scotty starting to embrace having fun and going after what he wants too.

When they break apart, both smiling, I once again can’t shake the feeling that I want to slow time down, to live in this moment for as long as I possibly can. It doesn’t seem fair that this kind of joy is only temporary.

Not that Joey and I aren’t happy. I love our marriage. I’ve never wished for anything more. But that doesn’t stop the little voice in my head from wondering if we could have more anyway.

More love. More laughter. More joy.

More time with Scotty.

15

Patrick and I were able to get the tree secured to the car without incident, and he drove us to the grocery store in town. Scotty claimed he’d been patient enough after I promised he could do whatever he wanted to my ass and asked if we could forget about food to hurry home.

I was tempted to agree, but I know we can’t just live off leftover candy and holiday drinks all week. And if I’m being completely honest, I’m also enjoying seeing how impatient he is to fuck me.

We get back to the cabin, leaving the tree on the deck for now while we set the groceries on the counter, and finally strip out of our coats and beanies. Patrick finds the tree base in one of the two unopened bins, and Scotty’s impatient voice cuts through the space.

“Do we need to set the tree up right now? Or can we wait till after sex?”

I move the eggs into the fridge and turn to Scotty, a smile creeping across my face as I walk toward him, teasing, “Someone’s eager for my ass, huh?”

“I am. I’ve only been patiently waiting since the very first time I saw you.”

My breath hitches, and I think about the first time I met Scotty, the first time he openly flirted with me all of those years ago when he had no idea if I was single or even into men.

“Well, I think you’ve waited long enough. Don’t you, Patrick?” I ask, noticing him off to the side, leaning against the arm of the couch as he watches us with a smile on his face and an obvious bulge already in his pants.

“Definitely,” he agrees, but doesn’t move, letting us take the lead.

The cabin suddenly feels warm with tension, and I close the final steps between myself and Scotty. I put my hands on his chest, feeling his rapid heartbeat under my palm, and the physical proof of his excitement turns me on even more.

Scotty’s hands find my waist, pulling me flush against him as he gazes up at me longingly. The moment I lean down, his lips crash into mine, hungry and demanding. I melt into the kiss, parting my lips to allow his tongue to explore as his hands roam down my back, cupping my ass through my jeans and squeezing firmly.

I break the kiss, gasping for air. “Let’s take this upstairs,” I suggest, my eyes flicking to Patrick, who’s rolling his lip between his teeth.

Patrick nods, finally moving from his spot. “Lead the way, love.”

We follow Scotty up the black spiral staircase to the loft. Once in the bedroom, I turn to face both men. The tension is palpable, thick with the desire we share. I slowly lift my sweater over my head, revealing my bare chest, and the cool air causes my nipples to harden instantly. Either that, or from the two men watching me, letting me be the object of their focus.

Normally during our vacation hookups, Patrick and I focus on the third, enjoying the thrill of sharing someone new. Even when I end up in the middle, I don’t typically feel like the center of attention. But right now, all eyes are on me. It’s a heady feeling.

Scotty’s eyes are dark with lust as he groans. “Fuck, Joey. I still can’t get over how you’re somehow even sexier now.”

Patrick nods beside him. “Right?” His voice is low, gravelly with desire. “And he’s all ours for the week.”

I shiver at Patrick’s words, and he walks over to the nightstand to get lube, slipping a small bottle into his pocket before moving behind where I’m standing in the middle of the room. He pulls my back to his chest, sliding his hands down my arms, then around my waist to unbutton my jeans. His knuckles brush against my skin as he works, and everywhere he touches feels like it’s on fire with how turned on I am.

Scotty approaches in front of me and grabs my face, pulling me down to slam his lips to mine again. The feeling of their hands all over me makes me want to skip prepping altogether, but I know better. With my jeans finally unbuttoned, Patrick slides them down my hips, letting them pool at my feet. I step out of them, now completely naked between the two fully dressed men, and the vulnerability sends a jolt of excitement through me.

Scotty’s touch is more tentative than Patrick’s at first, exploring my chest, my stomach, and my hips while he kisses me. When he reaches my bare cock, already hard and leaking, he wraps his fingers around it, stroking slowly. I moan, breaking the kiss as my head falls back to lean against Patrick’s shoulder.