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I needed it to be Thursday. I needed to see Adam and Dante, and have them make everything right in my world again.

But for now…

For now I needed to get a cold bottle of water. I needed to chug half of it, dump the other half over my head, then go back upstairs to my office and finish my column.

Or rather, start my column and then finish my column.

Because that’s what alpha bitches did.

Nineteen

“HANNAH”

I’d learned so much about Trey in my short time with him. He was super-intelligent, having won a full-ride to his Cornell engineering degree. He wanted to work for NASA someday. Rocket propulsion. Right now he was teaching physics to undergrads, but still hadn’t finished his thesis.

Unbelievably, he accomplished all this as a three-letter athlete in high school. Football, basketball, baseball. He’d even done track for a little while, all while keeping his grades up.

“I thought nerds were supposed to be weak and skinny?” I’d teased him, squeezing at his bulging muscles.

“Not this nerd,” he’d flexed back.

On a more personal level, I learned what got him out of bed in the morning. His wants, his needs, his desires — especially when it came to friends, his family, his relationships. In short, I got all the way into Trey’s head. Into his pants as well, but who was really keeping score?

The others however…

When it came to Adam and Dante, I knew very little. I hadn’t cracked those nuts yet — so to speak — so when Thursday rolled around I was more than eager to learn all about my other two lovers, and what circumstances brought them to seek out a polyamorous lifestyle.

Especially if it helped my Cosmo article kick ten different kinds of ass.

Of course, I also wanted to see them for much different reasons. Reasons that were a lot more selfish, and self-centered.

Reasons that made me shower, shave, and moisturize… then put on the skimpiest pair of underwear possible.

They were on their way here, to my place, presumably to pick me up. To take me out again and show me off, the way they had the first time. I was hoping such a date would end the same way, as well. With me sandwiched between them, being held and pampered and kissed all over.

Among other things.

I was totally surprised by an early knock on the door. They arrived fifteen minutes ahead of schedule, looking casual yet still incredible in shirts that barely stretched over their massive frames, and jeans that were tight at the crotch.

“Change of plans, gorgeous.”

Before I could ask what he meant Adam swept me against his chest, kissing me like he owned me. As I kissed him back, I thought maybe he did. At least, a part of me anyway.

“Don’t hog our girl, man.”

The kiss broke way before I wanted it to, and suddenly I was helpless and lost in Dante’s arms.

Our girl. He’d said ‘our girl’...

The words filled me with a strange new excitement, even as Dante lowered his lips to my shoulder and began kissing his way upward. His mouth continued working along my bare neck, his soft lips gently probing and prying mine apart as he finally reached my mouth.

Our girl…

I opened with a soft moan, eager to admit his hot, questing tongue. I could feel myself melting all over. My legs, totally going to jelly.

FUCK.

It was all happening so fast! I thought it might be awkward seeing them again, at least after what happened, but it was just the opposite. Every feeling, every emotional reaction and gut instinct I’d experienced on our first date was back again. And not just back, but maybe even stronger than ever.

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