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Heat flooded my face.
Chase saved me from having to think of a response, by moving behind me and wrapping his arms around my waist. He nibbled my ear. “I can tell you exactly how long I’ve loved you. My fifteenth birthday, when you wore that gorgeous sundress to try to get what’s-his-name’s attention. George? Bob? Dickhead?”
“You’ve been holding out on me for more than ten years?” I didn’t know if I should lean back or forward. Luke had a point—me, pinned between the two of them, was pretty perfect.
“I know now that I’ve been in love for a long time. Back then, I just knew you gave me awkward boners and I couldn’t stop daydreaming about you.”
“Hmm... yeah. That’s true love.” Despite my sarcasm, I struggled not to laugh. “This is how you win me over?” It was working. I was hooked on both of them.
Luke jerked a thumb at the food. “Did we mention dinner?”
“And there’s the whole confessions of love thing,” Chase added.
I couldn’t hold the poker face any longer. “I love you both too. I can’t shove that aside or pretend it doesn’t exist. It takes too much effort, and I’ll miss out on too much.”
“Exactly.” Luke pressed his mouth to mine softly at first, then deepened the kiss into something demanding.
I draped my arms around his neck, drawing my nails up his skin, and sinking into everything.
Chase trailed his lips along the top of my back, to my shoulder, nudging one of my top’s straps aside. “Food’s going to get cold.” He didn’t sound concerned.
“Fuck the food.” I managed between Luke’s devouring my composure via my lips.
Luke bit my bottom lip. “I’d rather fuck you.”
"That’s good, actually. I don’t want to walk into the kitchen, to find you with your dick in a box of Pad Thai." It’d be funny... but also disconcerting.
“Unless that’s your kink.” Chase glided his hands under my top, to rest his palms on my stomach.
Luke’s chuckle was muffled. “If it’s got more spice in it than the cinnamon in apple pie, I’m not sticking my dick in it.”
“I’m spicy.” They made me feel like I was, the way my skin lit up every time they were around.
Luke kissed the tip of my nose. “You’re scorching. But more like peach pie.”
There it was again. I pulled away to look him in the eye, without breaking the connection to either man. “What is it with peaches? Is that a guy thing?”
“It’s an us thing,” Chase said.
Luke almost looked apologetic. Almost. “One of the things we talked about, regarding you—what your pussy would taste like.”
Should it sting, to be reminded of what they’d done? No. They apologized. I forgave them. “You know now.”
“I do. And right now I’m very much in the mood for more of the same.” Luke hooked a finger in my waistband and snapped the elastic. He kissed down my chest, hitting my bare stomach when Chase pushed my shirt up.
Butterflies danced inside when Luke knelt in front of me. He might be the one on his knees, but I was happy to surrender full control to his whims.
