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They were packing up, clearly not wanting to leave me with the bulk of the cleaning up but I had other things in mind. Rafe was still so distracted by whatever games his past was playing with him. I thought back to what had finally managed to stop me from running, long before I knew I was even tired.

It was the same thing that I wanted to share with Callum as a reward and thank-you for all he’d done and the solid wall of support he’d been throughout this entire process. A moment of recklessness, maybe even foolishness but it was exactly what all of us needed right now. Even a celebration, of sorts.

Two birds, one stone and all that jazz.

I didn’t say anything, just put down the stack of empty entree dishes and walked up the stairs slowly, giving both men enough time to catch me moving.

“Already heading to bed, Miss Lauren?” Callum joked.

“Yes, actually,” I replied casually, working the top button of my blouse.

Rafe caught on first, then Callum and both stopped what they were doing immediately. When I reached the landing, I put my hands on the railing and tilted my head.

“You guys wanna join me?”

25

Lauren

Rafe didn’t even hesitate.

He bolted up the stairs, barely giving me a chance to breathe before he pulled me into a heated kiss that felt like breathing. I’d read him right. We were similar this way, and I picked up on it the first time we fucked. This was a form of catharsis, a way of saying the things we weren’t good at saying. This was Rafe asking for help and accepting it on his own terms.

I wrapped my arms around him, deepening the kiss and he let me in with a grateful groan that slithered down my spine. I don’t know how long it lasted but it’d been way too long since we’d been together like this. I needed this just as much as he did.

He dropped his mouth to my neck, heading straight for the kill-shot spot that arched my back and curled my hands into his shirt. He was hungry for this. So hungry in fact, that I needed to shove him back to let me go before I realized that Callum was still downstairs. When I peered over the railing, he was staring, a look of shock and uncertainty on his face.

My heart ached even as my arousal ratcheted up like a wrench.

“I did say both of you,” I reemphasized, my voice husky and very clearly turned on.

I saw him swallow hard, deliberating. I wondered if he would actually reject the offer. He’d looked really shocked at seeing Rafe kiss me—I could only imagine his reaction at seeing him fuck me. He knew about us but actually seeing it would be a different thing altogether.

“I don’t know about this, Lauren,” he said, sounding very, very nervous. I could see the blush dusting his cheeks and ears from here. I also realized, very abruptly, just how strange it sounded to not hear him refer to me as “Miss” Lauren. Or “darlin’.” I needed his sweetness just as much as I needed Rafe’s fire. I couldn’t live without either.

“I want you, Cal,” I told him.

“I just…I don’t know how that would work. Sharing you,” he answered. “I’ve never done anything like that before.”

“You’ll be okay,” I reassured him. Then I smiled, hoping it offered even a fraction of the security his usually did. “Trust me. I’ll talk you through it, baby.”

Doubt flickered in my mind. The last thing I wanted to do was hurt him.

But when he heard me call him that, his face changed. He still looked nervous but it was tempered by something else. His body started to move towards the staircase and that last bit of doubt burned up in the anticipation of what would happen when I had both men in my bedroom. Rafe came up behind me, his hands already working to undo the rest of my buttons and his mouth clamped on my neck

“Finally,” he mumbled onto my skin.

“Be patient,” I warned him, bucking my hips back so my ass pressed back into his erection. He groaned again in frustration but kept his hands from undressing me fully until Callum joined us. I slipped out of Rafe’s grip, then took each of them by the hand and walked them into my bedroom. They followed wordlessly.

I kissed Cal first, sweeping a hand into his hair and gently tugging, pressing myself against him until he relaxed against my touch, sinking into it. There he was, that was what I wanted to feel.

“So pretty,” I mumbled against his lips, nuzzling my nose against his. His blush deepened but his hands gripped my hips harder. I felt him grow hard against me and I sneakily rocked into it. He moaned, bowing until his forehead rested against my temple.

“That’s my line, darlin’,” he said with a low chuckle, his hands moving up my body to cup my face.

“But it’s true,” I said with a smile, kissing him again.

“Okay, my turn, pretty boy,” Rafe muttered, his hands resuming their foray. While I kissed Cal, I felt Rafe kiss the back of my neck, and once he managed to free me of my blouse, he trailed his lips lower, following the column of my spine. He seemed to like doing that but I wasn’t complaining.