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  Peace. Being with both of them felt right, destined. Keeping their fingers entwined, Arran stroked the top of her hand with his thumb. Sav disengaged from Arran and stood, taking his place behind her. Mindy licked her lips and stared at Arran. How long had it been since she’d tasted his kiss? Too long.

  Sav released her hand and shrugged out of his shirt. The garment fluttered to the floor at his feet, revealing his broad shoulders and hairless torso. “We need to pamper our guest.”

  Hand in hers, Arran propped himself up on one elbow. “What have you got in mind?”

  She squeezed Arran’s fingers to hide the slight tremble.

  “I’ll be right back.” Sav tossed the discarded clothes into the hamper and stepped into the adjacent bathroom.

  Mindy shifted her gaze back to the delicious view of Arran’s nude body. His cock, long and thick, lay against his thigh, semi-erect. Her mouth watered. Arran smirked. He stroked the inside of her wrist with the pad of his thumb. “Hello, beautiful.”

  Heat seared up from her toes and down from her chest to collide in her pussy. Damn. The man spoke and all she could think of was sex.

  After what seemed like mere moments, Sav appeared at the foot of the bed with a pair of shiny handcuffs dangling from his index finger. “Arran, help her out of her coat and into these. I want to see her bare.”

  Her eyes widened and her gaze locked with Arran’s. The soft blue depths of his eyes and the gentle yet fierce smile chipped away at her restraint. Arran balanced on his knees and unzipped her coat, taking extra time between her breasts. Once finished, he ran his fingers through her tresses. Her scalp tingled. Was the scalp an erogenous zone? She wasn’t sure and didn’t care. He nuzzled her jaw and unbuttoned her over-shirt. “You’re still so sexy.”

  Her pussy creamed. No other man knew how to make her body come alive with a couple of kind words.

  Before she could protest or change her mind, the cotton over-shirt fell to the floor and Arran yanked her work T-shirt over her head. Sav took it from his hands and tossed the second garment to the pile with her other shirt. Her nipples ached in the simple sports bra, heavy and aroused by their gentle, yet determined, touches.

  “Our girl’s hot for us,” Arran murmured and sucked a turgid peak between his lips through the material. She moaned, her head lolling on her shoulders.

  “So pretty,” Sav cooed. He smoothed his hands down her arms until he grasped her wrists. He gently tugged her hands high in the air. “Arran.”

  At the one-word command, Arran released her nipple and produced the cuffs. He locked them around her wrists, immobilising her arms. A tremor rocked through her body. She’d enjoyed a bit of role playing with Arran in the past. Having both men dominate her sent a sizzle of heat through to her core.

  Sav eased her bra over her aching breasts to join her bound hands over her head. Nude from the waist up, Mindy shivered. What did they have in store for her? Didn’t matter. She welcomed whatever they chose to do.

  “The clips.” Sav clicked his tongue. Arran slipped from the bed and opened a drawer in the nightstand. He produced a black velvet pouch.

  Every nerve ending in her body sizzled as he withdrew a set of black nipple clamps. Taking his position before her, Arran once again sucked one of her nipples into a tight bead. “You’ll love this,” he whispered and secured the clip around the taut skin.

  Mindy cried out in a combination of pleasure-pain. Her body wanted this. Needed it. Arran put the second clamp on her other breast and, with Sav’s help, coaxed her onto the bed.

  “Finish undressing her while I feast.” Sav released his grip on her wrists and caressed her neck with the pads of his fingers. She arched into his touch, wrapped up in the woodsy scent of his cologne. He feathered kisses from her jaw to the valley between her breasts as Arran removed her boots, jeans, panties and socks.

  Cool air swirled around her body but did little to quench the fire licking her skin. Sav chuckled and lapped at her distended nipples. “So responsive.”

  Arran’s breath danced on her inner thigh. “And so wet. Fuck.”

  Mindy squirmed to hide her nakedness and the fifteen extra pounds she’d put on since they’d parted ways. She pressed her legs together.

  “No, babe,” Arran coaxed and held her thighs apart. “Show me everything. I need to see and taste you.” As he spoke the last word, Arran probed her nether lips with his tongue. She keened and bucked. Things were happening too damn fast, and not quickly enough. Had it been that long since she’d found pleasure with a man?

  Since Arran had told her he didn’t love her.

  She closed her eyes to bask in the sensations of Arran nipping her clit and the two fingers he slid in and out of her pussy. Sav worshipped her breasts with a series of nips, bites and kisses. Their combined efforts brought about the first shimmers of orgasm. “Arran!” She thrashed and fought against the cuffs. Just to touch him—both of them—to reassure herself the experience was real.

  Arran’s voice vibrated over her clit. “Come for me, baby.”

  “Come for the both of us.” Sav groaned and switched his attention to her lips, thrusting his tongue into her mouth in sync with Arran between her legs.

  Arran and Sav worked like a fine-tuned machine, serving and dominating her. A scream ripped from her throat and she came, clamping down around Arran’s fingers.

  Opening her eyes, Mindy gasped for air and stared at the ceiling. Slowly, the tremors faded to contentment.

  “Beautiful.” Sav carefully removed the clips and kissed her tender skin.

  Instead of removing the cuffs, Arran stretched out along her side and tugged her arms over his head, locking her tight against his muscled body. “I want to be inside you. Both of us inside you.”

  “Yes,” Sav purred and settled beside them.

  “Yes, please.” Passion and desire renewed, Mindy nodded. “Condoms?”

  Slapping Arran’s ass, Sav grinned. “On your knees, Arran. I’ll sheath you.”

  Sav produced a foil packet and slid the latex over Arran’s cock. Arran groaned as he met Sav for a kiss. “Thanks.”

  In one smooth movement, Arran rolled onto his back and pulled her onto his stomach. “Ride me, sweetheart. Take me into your silky body.”

  Using her hands for leverage, Mindy rubbed against Arran, drawing a growl from low in his throat. His cock bumped her entrance and she shifted to take him in. She hissed as he stretched her inch by inch.

  “Dear God, Min. I could come just from the grip you have on me. Shit.”

  Sav cupped her chin to plant a kiss on her lips before switching his attention to Arran. Mindy groaned and thrust up and down on Arran’s cock. The sight of Arran and Sav demonstrating their passion kicked her arousal to a new level. She fought the urge to add herself to the equation. Was a three-way kiss possible?

  Before she could mull the idea further, Arran broke contact with Sav and slipped his hand down to her pussy, toying with her clit. “God, you feel good.”

  Sav pressed a quick kiss to her lips and stood beside the bed, rummaging through the bedside stand. Bobbing his brows, he produced a bottle of lube. “I want to play.”

  “Yes.” She moaned as Sav caressed the cleft between her nether cheeks with his index finger. He slapped her ass with the flat of his hand.

  She yelped but didn’t stop riding Arran or plead for mercy. No, she needed both of them. Something cold invaded the tiny pucker of her ass and she squirmed. Arran’s calm voice drew her attention.

  “Can’t go rough, baby. I want you to love this, not hate us.”

  “I love you.” She buried her face against Arran’s neck as he alternately plucked and stroked her clit. She clamped her teeth together as Sav worked two slick fingers into her rear entrance.

  “Damn, she feels good.” Sav pumped in and out of her ass, drawing a whimper from deep in her throat. The domination, the control they had over her crashed within her.

  “Fuck me,” she cried and pistoned her hips. She n
eeded to come and come hard.

  Chuckling, Arran met her lips in a kiss. “Stay here forever, baby.”

  She opened her mouth to protest when Sav sheathed himself and switched from his fingers to his cock, stuffing himself into her tender asshole. Little by little he worked his way into the tight opening, alternating his thrusts with Arran’s actions.

  “Oh, God.” Clutching the sheet beneath them, Mindy nipped at Arran’s throat.

  “Yes, baby,” Arran murmured. “Tell us you love this.”

  “Too much,” she cried, not that she’d tell them to stop.

  Sav planted his hands on her hips, his thrusts becoming increasingly hard and frantic. Arran groaned. “Oh fuck.”

  Simultaneously, the magma-hot seed from both men spilled deep within her body. Mindy shuddered and came apart in their arms. Her heartbeat thudded in her chest, matching the rhythm of Arran’s erratic beat. Sav slumped against her and feathered kisses at the base of her neck. “Damn, that was good.”

  “Very good.” She wriggled and offered up her wrists. “But I’d like the cuffs off. I can’t feel my hands and I want to hold you both.”

  “Holy shit, Arran.” Sav tumbled to the side and removed the bindings. He tossed them over the side onto the floor. “I think you two broke me—I’m not complaining, mind you.”

  “You? Complain? Never.” Arran chuckled. “I should break you again and again.”

  “Please? Min needs to help, too.”

  “I never saw this coming, but I don’t regret a minute,” Arran murmured.

  “Me neither.” Mindy snuggled in the crook of Arran’s arm and rubbed her nose along his pec. The soft banter between Sav and Arran made her smile.

  Sav curled against Arran and yanked the comforter over their bodies. “We should get cleaned up, but I don’t wanna move.”

  “Yup.” Arran pressed a kiss to the top of her head.

  “Stay tonight, baby. It’s nice and warm right here between us.” Sav reached across Arran’s chest and linked their fingers. “What do you think, Arran?”

  “I’m good right here.”

  Mindy closed her eyes, replete. Staying put sounded like heaven to her. Heaven in the arms of her husband and his lover.

  Chapter Three

  The next morning, Sav rolled over in bed. Instead of encountering his lover, he found nothing but rumpled cold sheet. He blinked the sleep from his eyes and sat up. On the far side of the room, a curvaceous bottom, clad in daisy-emblazoned cotton, waved at him. Mindy Mayes. His first thought was to keep himself emotionally distanced from her, to put the night of passion in a neat little box in his mind. But his instincts suggested he continue to trust her because of the white-hot passion they’d shared the night before. He cleared his throat to gain her attention. “You came last night.”

  Mindy drew a long breath and wriggled into her shirt. “You’re awake. I hoped things would be different and I could leave quietly. I didn’t mean to rouse you.”

  “Rouse?” He nodded to the tent in the sheet. “You could say you’ve garnered my attention, Mindy Mayes. Like I said from the beginning, even your name sounds erotic—like a porn star.”

  “Typical.” She raked her fingers through her hair to draw it into a ponytail. “You and Arran could make a joke of anything, including one of the best nights of my life.” She levelled her gaze at him and chuckled. “And thanks for reminding me that my name sounds dirty.”

  Sav pulled the soft cotton material around his body, tied it around his waist and folded his arms. “Funny you should mention unforgettable nights, dirty girl. You screamed loud enough to wake the neighbours. I’m proud.”

  She turned, averting her gaze. Her voice dropped to a whisper. “I—you are both more than a woman could want.”

  Taking the sheet with him as he stood, Sav eased up behind her. “In and out of bed, you’re not so bad yourself.” He knotted the sheet and rubbed her shoulders. Despite the chilly temperatures outside, next to her was nice and toasty. “Rumour has it, the morning after is supposed to be awkward. The rumour is wrong.”

  “You say that now. We still have to be friends.”

  “We’ll always be friends, but there’s something I need to ask you.”

  He dragged a ragged breath into his lungs. He could talk to her about anything, except Arran. “Before we became friends, did Arran ever mention that you weren’t enough? I know we’ve talked about it lots of times with Arran, but I want to hear what you have to say without him around.”

  “My story’s never changed, even if I still love him.” She stilled her movements and toyed with her wedding ring. “I want him to be happy—always have—and you’re good for him. So maybe it’s a good thing I’m leaving before we all make another mistake and try to make something more out of our friendship.”

  “Min, he wasn’t lying when he said you weren’t the only person in his heart.” He turned her around in his arms and stared at the flecks of gold and green in her eyes. Pieces of her mangled soul swam in the amber depths. She’d been strong enough to give Arran his freedom, but never really let go of her need for him. Hell, they were best friends…soul mates. Something deep in Arran’s heart, down to the DNA level, reacted to her. Needed her. “What if two isn’t the answer? What if three is, and last night wasn’t an accident, fluke or mistake?”

  Tears welled at the corners of her eyes and slipped down her cheeks. She glanced away from his gaze. “Sav, I’ve known since college that he was gay. Everyone knew back then. But foolish me, I fell in love with him. I wanted to think he fell for me, but I was never sure. I know it’s not right and I shouldn’t have agreed to marry him, but when his family pushed and he cried on my shoulder—I couldn’t say no. He was my closest friend.” Her shoulders shuddered. “And you. I know you like men and that’s fine. I can’t change either one of you, not that I want to.”

  Guilt and irritation surged within him. Sav gritted his teeth. She’d acted selflessly and what did she earn as a reward? He released his grip and sat down on the edge of the bed. And he’d had the gall to hate her. Sav shoved the fingers of his right hand into his hair. His head ached from the mixed emotions. He didn’t hate her, not even close. Was it love? Not after one night of off-the-charts sex and three years of solid friendship, but a respect and desire built within him. He closed his eyes to process the onslaught of feelings.

  The bed dipped next to him. Mindy wrapped an arm around him and rubbed her cheek on his shoulder. Her hair tickled the side of his face and the scent of her vanilla perfume swirled around them. “Hey, don’t take this out on yourself, Sav. I knew I wasn’t enough for him going in. I tried to push Arran to be someone he’s not. You bring out the best in him. In fact, he smiles more now that he’s found you. I’m glad we’re all friends.”

  “What are you saying?” He stroked her hair, more for his own comfort than anything else. “You can’t be leaving.”

  “I loved our tryst and can’t see myself with anyone else, but you and Arran are meant to be.” She patted his thigh and stood. “I have to go. I’m late for my shift at Ronan’s and don’t want to overstay my welcome or wreck driving over an icy patch because I’m late. Sometimes I swear Ronan can’t run a lunch crowd without me. God knows Khloe can’t handle a packed dining room—if she actually makes it there on time. See you.”

  After Mindy left, Sav fell back against the bed and scrubbed his face with his hands. The dissatisfaction he expected wasn’t there. Instead, he found himself attracted to her as much as Arran. No wonder Arran had fallen for her. She understood him—them—and seeing her come to life playing the voyeur… Adding her enhanced the pleasure for everyone.

  Damn.

  He needed to talk to Arran, and fast, before Arran did something stupid, like decide the tryst was nothing more than a one-off event. Even if he wasn’t totally sure of his own feelings for her, Sav knew Mindy was the missing ingredient they needed to go the distance. Now to stop Arran from opting to finally go through with the dissolution. />
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  After three hours of cataloguing bar supplies, Arran leafed through the order forms on the clipboard and nodded. All the missing bottles of bourbon were accounted for and the minor delivery crisis averted. When he looked up, Nate nodded and strolled into his office.

  Perfect.

  Khloe Gustav grinned at him over the bar. Her cleavage spilled forth from the V-neck of her tight T-shirt. “Nate’s a hunk, isn’t he?”

  “I’ll remind you again—he’s taken, so don’t bother him.” Arran afforded her a sideways glance. Khloe, for all her latte coloured skin and highlighted tresses, wasn’t nearly as enticing as Min or Sav. “I thought you were involved with Tony or Terry or someone.”

  She shrugged and tucked a pale hank of hair behind her ear. “Nah, Terrence wanted a commitment. I’m still young and I don’t want anyone tying me down without my okay. I’m more of a Dom than he could handle. Besides, I need to get to my other job. My boss is a prick if I’m late.”

  He choked back a gag. The very idea of bondage with Khloe made his cock shrivel, not to mention the sickening tangy scent of her sandalwood perfume. “I’m going to talk to Nate. Make sure you sweep before you leave. You ladies flaked off last night and there’s crumbs and shit all over the place.” As he walked away, he swore he heard her give him a raspberry. He gritted his teeth. How she’d managed to obtain the waitress job was beyond him. She’d probably flashed her tits at the former bartender, Pauly, during the interview. Maybe it was time to replace her with someone sweeter and a whole lot sexier.

  Needing to get away from Khloe, Arran stopped in the doorway of Nate’s office. “You have a minute to talk?”

  Nate glanced up and dropped his pen with a thunk. “Always. What’s up?”

  Arran plopped down on the closest chair and hung his head, clasping his hands together. Any other time, Nate would be the one seeking advice. Although Arran felt a bit out of place, he trusted Nate with his life.