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Sounds a damn lot better than your mother putting up with an endless parade of women in your father’s life and having no say. Not even trying to have one. Her silence bought and paid for. That will never be you.

This way, Juliet would be taking control of her pleasure. Her terms, and their rules—the rules the three of them made together.

Yes. She could. She would.

She sucked in a breath and stepped closer to Tristan, placing her hand low on his bare chest. He wore only a pair of well-worn jeans, top button undone. Barefoot, bare-chested, dirty-minded. Basically, the perfect man.

Her gaze drifted to Sparks. He let go of her arm and came up behind her. She hadn’t expected him to crowd her closer to Tristan, but she didn’t mind one bit. Good thing, since she was pretty sure she was the double stuff in their Oreo.

Maybe she’d be literally double stuffed. There was a thought.

“Check that out.” Tris cupped her hand over his chest and glanced over his shoulder. The area he was focused on contained a

couple of benches sheltered by some manmade rocks off to one side of the lagoon-sized pool.

Everyone had abandoned the water and aside from just the occasional thread of distant laughter from the other side of the property, they were totally alone.

Minus the houseful of people. Right.

She nodded and nudged him forward. “Perfect.”

“Wait.” Sparks rubbed his calloused hand along the outside of her bare thigh, nudging the tank she wore higher. She frowned and glanced back. “You’re barefoot. The path is uneven.”

Before she could laugh off his concern, he shocked the hell of her by lifting her up. Not in the typical fireman’s carry style that some of the dickhead guys in her band employed when they were being jerks, but a full romance novel-style, cradling in his arms type deal. She was so flummoxed she couldn’t even rail at him. Besides, he was moving so fast toward the benches that anything she said would’ve just seemed ungrateful.

“Uh, thank you? But really, I’m okay.”

“It’s safer this way.”

Holy crap, he wasn’t even winded from carrying her up the slight slope to the secluded area Tristan had indicated. Small, rainbow-colored lights added an additional intimacy, mixing the shadows with pops of color. The beams bounced off the water, nearly blinding her when she glanced up at Sparks face to see his gaze riveted on hers.

The intensity there scared her brainless.

He set her down on her feet beside one of the wrought iron benches and she reached out to steady herself, not at all sure why her knees had gone to water. “Easy fuck, remember?” she said with her usual bravado, except the question seemed hollow. It sounded like she was faking a breeziness she so didn’t feel.

How could she? There wasn’t enough alcohol in all of California to dull her awareness of this situation.

“Don’t mind his gallantry.” Tris patted Sparks on the back. “He’s a romantic, babe. Can’t help himself. He’ll probably call you darling when he asks you to deep throat him.”

She stiffened, not sure how Sparks would react to Tris’s casual remark. To her utter surprise, he only grinned and shrugged as he dipped his hands in his pockets.

“We’ll see.”

“Yeah, we will.” Tris sat on the bench and patted his lap. “C’mere, Jules.”

Without allowing herself to think, she sat on his lap. He drew her back against his bare chest, and the heat from his body seeped through her skin. The night was chilly and she was the next thing to naked, but it was hard to be cold when she had a big, warm male enfolding her in his arms. He slipped his hand under her shirt and slid it up to her breast, thumbing her nipple roughly. “Open your legs for us,” he said against her ear.

She complied without hesitation, though the “us” he mentioned was really just him at that moment. Sparks was still standing a few feet away, his hands in his pockets, his eyes low-lidded as he watched Tris fondle her breast.

Through the shirt, it must look almost obscene. Not that he seemed to mind from the way he licked his lips, so slowly that an answering throb echoed in her core.

Tris slid his hand up her inner thigh, parting her legs even more so that one fell on either side of his. He drew the back of his thumb over her cloth-covered seam and she gasped, unable to stifle the sound.

As if she’d summoned him, Sparks stepped forward and knelt before them, his green eyes so dark in the shadows that she would’ve sworn they were black. The lines of Sparks’s face went taut with lust as Tris nudged aside that panel of fabric, baring her pussy to his buddy as if she were one of his famed desserts. Instead of chocolate ganache or succulent raspberries garnishing the top, there was just arousal coating her flesh, so copious that she would’ve been embarrassed if there had been room left inside her for anything but excitement.

This was really happening. She was finally doing this. No more holding back. No more silly fears.

She was following through in a spectacular, unforgettable way.

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