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“Why?” asked Hannah.
“A good Christian girl, with Christian morals?” said Dante. “It was unheard of. Her family freaked. It became them or us.”
“In the end, we had to let her go,” I said. “We couldn’t keep her. Not from her family.”
“After Alex, everything was bland,” said Dante. “One on one relationships were flavorless. They did nothing for us.”
“We went backward instead of forward,” I went on. “Called up a couple of old girlfriends each. Some of them were into it — a least for a night or two. They were fulfilling a fantasy. Having fun with us, two and three at a time.”
I shook my head, remembering how quickly each of them had come and gone. How once they’d gotten what they came for, they all flew away.
“They weren’t interested in us,” Dante said. “Not in a relationship sense at all. They just wanted the experience. Like Adam said, they were in it for the fantasy.”
“And so here we are,” I cut in. “Trying to recreate what we had before. Looking for a woman every bit as insatiable as the one we had, only looking to date us, rather than only going to bed with us.”
Hannah nodded, finally understanding. “You want a relationship,” she said. “A girl who’ll date all three of you, as one.”
“Yes.”
Silence settled over our little corner of the coffee house. After several long seconds, it was Trey who spoke up.
“So Hannah…” he said, sweeping his hair back from his face. “Are you that girl?”
We were all staring at her as she stood up again. This time she extended both hands in our direction.
“Let’s go find out.”
Six
“HANNAH”
They took me dancing, at some place I didn’t know. Walking me arm in arm in arm along the crooked streets, before ushering me down a flight of stairs and through an underground doorway.
The place was like a dungeon, only full of lights and music. We wound our way through a maze of twisting, writhing bodies — all sweat, all movement. Trey took my coat. Adam and Dante took my hands. They pulled me out onto some dirty dance floor, and spun me between them with smooth, polished movements.
It took me a minute to get used to the beat. Another three or four, to let myself completely go. In no time I was twisting between them, losing myself in the music, the heat, the atmosphere.
We danced, my body pressed hotly between theirs, being grinded into from in front and behind. It was a wholly unique experience. Strange yet sensuous, with my own body reacting to the firmness of their chests, their rock-hard arms wrapped around me. I laid my hands down again and again, first on impossibly strong shoulders, then on tremendous biceps and triceps. Everywhere I touched felt like solid granite. And every lingering fingertip that traced part of my body only made me hotter and hotter.
Trey cut in, sweeping me against his two gargantuan pecs. I laid my head on his chest, inhaling the delicious scent of him. Feeling the warmth and security of having his arms around me, while my own hands found the expanse of his broad, massive back.
We danced for a long time, allowing our bodies to become more familiar. I was face to face with each of them. My lips practically brushing against theirs, the sweetness of their hot, masculine breath against my neck, my cheek, or even my mouth.
I was dying to be kissed! But none of them would do it. It was almost like there was some unwritten pact between them, that prevented each of them from acting on their own.
Still not willing to make the first move, I molded myself against their bodies. I was happy and content. Warm and safe amongst a hundred writhing strangers, while somewhere above us a beat boomed and lights whirled and the DJ spun bits and pieces of what seemed to be my all-time favorite songs.
“This place is amazing,” I whispered into Adam’s ear. “How did you—”
And just like that I was being dragged away, pulled back through the crowd and out into the street. Still sweaty and happy and delirious with all the attention, yet reluctant to have it come to an end.
We dined after that, at a restaurant just up the block. Trey lowered his coat over my shoulders, adding an additional level of protection against the snow flurries that had begun falling while we’d been dancing underground.
One of them had a booth reserved, or at least knew the owner. Either way, it was sweet and thoughtful. We were ushered in, past the late-going college crowds, into a padded leather area with a small, circular table. I slid in eagerly, happy to be off my feet. Adam took one side, Dante the other, sandwiching me neatly between them.
The story, a tiny voice in my head reminded me. You’re here for the story, remember?
Then again I was and I wasn’t. As of right now I was on a date — and this was very clearly a date — even though I was with three men instead of one. Three very gorgeous, well-built men. Attentive men, who were fun, funny…
