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Tristan's body
stills inside of me, and I know that he's filling me. It's odd that I
can't feel his seed inside of me. I know that it's there though. I
know he's spent. He leans over me and takes one of my nipples into
his mouth, sucking and kissing it while he waits to grow soft.

When Tristan finally
pulls out, they trade places again. My cheeks grow warm as I feel
Shawn enter me and immediately pick up the pace. This isn't about my
pleasure anymore. This is about him getting off.

He pumps into me
aggressively, pressing my legs up to my chest and drilling until it
hurts, and I feel like my body might break. Just when I'm about to
beg him to stop, he lets out a guttural moan and presses so deeply
into me that I can almost taste his cock. It's over. It's over, and
I'm beyond exhausted, and I still can't believe what just happened. I
had sex with both of them. Brothers.

I lay there even
after Shawn pulls out, finally feeling Tristan's seed flowing from my
body. It's the strangest experience, knowing he came inside of me. It
won't get me pregnant though. He can't get me pregnant. And Shawn
used protection, so I should be alright.

“
Want
to spend the night?” Tristan asks, giving me a hopeful look.

“
I
don't think I could leave if I wanted to. I'm too tired.” I
roll over and kiss his knee.

“
Good.
Because I don't want you to leave. We don't want you to leave.”
He glances over at Shawn, who doesn't seem like he would care either
way.

“
Is
that true?” I ask. For this being a poly relationship, I'm
quickly getting the feeling that Shawn is only in it for the sex.

His expression
softens a bit as he looks down at me, and I finally see a hint of
acceptance there. “It's true.”

Good. That's the way
this is supposed to be.

We all get out of
bed and take a shower together. The affection that was lacking in the
bedroom is more apparent in the bathroom. I'm bathed first by the
boys before they take care of themselves. Well, Shawn takes care of
himself. I wash Tristan's body while he shampoos his own hair. The
shower is more out of necessity than a need for closeness. We all
smell like sweat and sex.

After the shower, I
give my mother a call to let her know I'm not coming home. Then we
relocate to Shawn's bedroom to curl up in bed together with me in the
middle. It feels strange being between them in the same bed, but I
like it. I feel safe and warm and . . . loved? Maybe I'm not quite
there yet, but it will eventually happen. At least, Tristan loves me.

Within seconds, I
can hear Tristan snoring peacefully beside me. I'm about to turn to
watch him sleep when Shawn looks at me, his expression completely
annoyed. “That's what you have to look forward to. Do you think
you can handle it?”

“
You
guys or the snoring?” I can't help but grin.

“
Both.”

“
You
know, they make these nose strips for snoring. Getting used to you
two might be a bit more difficult, especially since I still get the
feeling you're only doing this for Tristan.” I roll around to
face Shawn, propping my head up on my hand.

“
I
already told you I'm not like Tristan. I don't express love and
affection in the same way. Sure, I might want to cuddle on occasion,
but if you're looking for rainbows and butterflies and romantic
gestures, I'm not the guy. I'll be there to take care of you and
provide for you. I'll chase away his demons to keep you both happy
and safe. That's my job in this,” his voice is low and serious.

“
I
want you to enjoy it too. If you don't enjoy it, then there's no
point.” I furrow my brow.

“
It's
sex, Sarah. How could I not enjoy it?” He smirks.

I sigh, rolling over
onto my back to stare up at the ceiling. That wasn't the answer I
expected, and not really the answer I wanted. Then again, this is
Shawn. Few things are warm about him besides his body.

“
I'm
not sure how I'm going to organize all of this, dating both of you
and working full-time. You know I can't take time off to be with you
guys. I have to save up for college.” I let my mouth run free
with my worries.

“
No,
you don't.”

“
Yes,
I do.” I turn to look at him again.

“
No,
you don't, because Tristan and I are going to pay to send you to
college. I told you we're going to take care of you from now on.
That's part of the package of you agreeing to do this with us. I know
that it's out of your comfort zone, and I know that sometimes it
won't be easy. Being in a two person relationship is hard enough.
It's stupid to pretend that everything will always be like this. Will
always be close to perfect. But if we make life easier for you, maybe
you'll want to stay.” He offers me a weak smile. I can't tell
if it's forced or not, if he's trying to bribe me or be genuinely
kind and compassionate.

“
You
guys are going to pay to send me to college?” My mouth falls
agape as I try to process what he just said.

“
Anywhere
you want to go locally. We make a lot of money. Paying for your
college tuition is nothing to us, and it's certainly worth it for the
woman Tristan loves.”

“
Can
I kiss you?” It's a dumb thing to say, but it's the only
reaction I can come up with that doesn't involve me standing and
jumping up and down all over the bed. I'm sure Tristan wouldn't
appreciate that much, given his current state of being in a sex coma.

“
Anytime
you like. Every day. For the rest of your life.”

I blush at Shawn's
words. It's these rare moments when he says something completely
sweet that he doesn't seem like such a bad guy. I lean in and give
him a chaste kiss on the lips, closing my eyes and fully savoring it.
He presses for more, and I give in, allowing him to fist his hand in
my hair and kiss me deeply. When he finally pulls away, I'm
breathless and dizzy.

It's amazing how
much your life can change in such a short period of time. I feel like
I've lost so much of myself since I met Tristan and Shawn, but what
I've gained is so much more. Maybe letting yourself go occasionally
isn't such a bad thing. Perhaps holding yourself back from what you
really want to do only denies you unthinkable opportunities. This has
been a learning experience for me as well as a lesson in love. It
doesn't always come softly. It's not always perfect. But if you care
about someone enough, it can be right, no matter what form it comes
in.

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Bonus Excerpt
from
The
Billionaires Club

Never
before has my pulse raced so much just from being looked at. My first
impulse is to avert my eyes. Is this how I'm supposed to act? Is this
how the other girls before me acted?

His eyes are that of
a predator, dark and smoldering in the dim light of the club. They're
fixed on me as he takes confident strides across the room. I am his
prey.

Every warning light
programmed into my subconscious mind goes off, the ones that protect
you from making mistakes. Fight or flight response kicks in, and it
takes everything in me to keep my black heels planted on the floor,
to not turn around and pretend I don't see him.

“
Hello,
gorgeous,” he says as he reaches me, his hand moving forward to
wrap around my waist. It's like he's known me for years. But he
hasn't known me for years. This is the first time we've met.

“
Hi,”
I manage to stutter out, knowing that my cheeks are redder than
roses. Thankfully, he can't see it in the dim light. Would he care if
he could? Guys like him are probably used to having girls blushing at
them.

“
Shall
we go upstairs?” His fingers delicately trace my side, sending
a strange electricity straight to my nether region. I want him.
There's no question about it. But I'm also scared. What have I gotten
myself into?

“
Do
you come here a lot?” I ask stupidly, stalling.

His face pulls into
the most intoxicating smile I've ever seen, and he laughs. Good God
does he have a sexy laugh. “I came here tonight for you. Just
you. Let's go.”

He takes my hand and
leads me to the door of the club. With each step, my heart thumps
harder in my chest. This is what I want, right? This is what I came
here for. To spend one night with a man whom I'd never have a chance
with in a million years in real life. To feel what it's like to be
touched by someone with experience. A man, not a boy. Yes, this is
what I'm here for, but if that's the case, then why am I so afraid to
give in to desire.

He places his hand
on the small of my back as we wait for the elevator, leaning into me.
I'm too nervous to look at him, but I can smell him, the scent of
expensive cologne and everything that makes him worthy of being part
of The Billionaires Club.

“
I'm
going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before,” he
whispers into my ear. “And you're going to love every minute of
it.”

I don't doubt his
words. How can I? My body is wanton for him, so desperately wanton.

In the elevator, he
can't keep his hands off of me. He corners me, bearing into me with
his intense gaze. In the club, his eyes looked dark, but now I can
see that they're a pale shade of blue. Could he have gotten anymore
handsome.

I bite my lip,
looking up at him nervously. His lips move to meet mine, and the kiss
is teasing at best. He brushes his thumb affectionately across my
cheek, sending feelings of lust racing through me. His touch is
magic, and I can only imagine what the rest of him will feel like.

When the elevator
door opens, he leads me out into the hall and pulls a key card from
his pocket. This entire floor is his suite. It's almost staggering to
think it. Of course, this is a rented room. He doesn't actually live
here. It might not even belong exclusively to him. It's just a stage
to set a scene, the place that he takes all of his girls. But I don't
want to think about that. Tonight, it's all about me.

I stare at the back
of his suit as he opens the door for me. Once I step inside that
room, there's no going back. Is this really the right thing to do?
I've wanted something like this since the first time I picked up a
romance novel, but actually experiencing it is completely different.
Besides, this isn't really anything like the novels. This is
something else. But it's as close to the novels as I'll ever get, so
I should take it.

“
My
name is Anders,” he offers to me once he opens the door.
“That's what you'll be screaming later.”

“
Is
that your first name or your last name?” I ask, peering into
the room like a timid animal fearing a trap. This is not like the
novels at all. The heroine never acts this stupid.

“
It's
my first name.”

“
Mine
is Tessa.” I take a deep breath and step forward, crossing the
threshold into his expansive suite and a night of sex that I'll
likely never forget.

Almost the instant
both of my feet land inside the door, he's on me, overpowering me,
dominating me. “Tessa.” My name sounds so sweet on his
lips. “Tonight you are all mine. Tonight you will think of me
and only me. I'm going to make you come again and again, and tomorrow
you'll likely not be able to walk straight. I hope you don't have any
plans.”

He devours any
response I might make with his lips, pushing them hungrily on top of
mine as he presses me against the entryway. No response is needed. He
knows what I'm here for, that this is the pinnacle of my stay at The
Billionaires Club. Everything else is just icing on the cake. If I'm
laid up in my room tomorrow, it means he did his job right.

I can feel his
arousal beneath his slacks, and though my hands want to go for his
cock, I wrap them around his broad muscular shoulders instead. He's
every bit as solid as I imagined he'd be. Of course, he is. You don't
get to be a host at The Billionaires Club unless your body is custom
designed for women. He's almost unrealistically perfect. His face,
his lips, his hands. Everything about him was built for pleasure. My
pleasure.