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Moaning, she did as instructed, but her hips wiggled and roamed over Fisher’s face until he slapped her ass. Byron added a swat as he fucked his boyfriend of almost ten years. Lizzie was the girl for them, but she definitely added layers to their sex play they’d never expected.

When she finally calmed down, Byron turned on the egg and lubed her eager ass. She loved anal sex—any sort of sex for that matter. Pressing the toy to her rear, he felt her try to back up, but Fisher held her tight. The woman moaned so loudly that Byron had to check she still had her mouth full of cock.

“Hold it,” Byron told her.

She did just that even as Fisher gave her a mini spanking. He was never rough or even hard on her, but he tried when she asked. They both wanted to get her off. Byron pounded Fisher’s ass and watched Lizzie suck cock. Her gorgeous little body slid over Fisher’s hard one. They were a great trio. Byron wanted things to stay like this forever.

The sexy woman fit into their lives and bed so easily that they could forget she’d want more. Could they give her all she wanted in life? That was what Byron worried about when he had the chance. Or when he needed to slow down and not come too soon. Sex play in private wasn’t the only side of Lizzie and to make a future together all the pieces had to fit.

Lizzie whimpered and changed to jerking Fisher’s cock until he came in a shout that’d wake the neighbors.

Byron felt the release deep in his boyfriend but held his ground. Lizzie swallowed every drop of cum then sat up to ride Fisher’s face. Byron pinched her nipples and kissed her mouth hard. She smiled and shared a bit of Fisher’s cream with him as her hands cupped his ass.

He braced for it, and she didn’t disappoint him. Lizzie tugged and twirled the plug until he was grunting. Still buried in Fisher’s body, Byron rocked back and forth. He made the fun last as long as possible, but the pressure built fast. She pushed that plug in, and he slammed into Fisher, coming in uncontrollable spams.

Panting, Byron watched her coy smile and knew she was asking for it. As his strength returned, he lifted her off Fisher and pinned her to the bed. Dialing the egg up to full blast, he watched her squirm as he pressed two fingers into her cunt. She wiggled more, and he added a third. Finally, she fucked his digits and rubbed her clit.

Byron grabbed her hand and pulled it away. “Fisher, grab me that clit vibe.”

Fisher rummaged through the drawer and handed Byron what he needed before cuddling next to Lizzie, holding her hands back while he nibbled on her breasts.

“No, it’ll be too much.” She tried to back away.

“Let’s see. I want to watch you come really hard.” Byron turned the vibe on low and rubbed it along the sides of her clit.

“Please!” She gasped.

He bumped it up a notch, and her eyes rolled back in her head as she screamed. Her legs shook as Byron finger-fucked her and let the vibrations do their job. Fisher held her still so she couldn’t escape. Her body tightened on Byron’s fingers, but he didn’t ease up until she pushed the clit vibe lower into her folds.

“Had enough?” He pulled his hand free.

She nodded. “Turn the egg off, please.”

Byron tugged it from her body and watched her face as the toy teased different nerve endings and left her gasping again. “I need to be fucked.” She fell back on the bed.

The men chuckled. Fisher kissed her hard. “Grab a toy and we’ll watch you. I think you’ve worn us out tonight.”

“First get this toy out of me. I’ve had enough of it,” Byron said.

“At least it doesn’t have batteries.” Lizzie grabbed a towel from the nightstand drawer and put all the used toys on it. “All I wanted was two hard cocks in me, and I get teased.”

“You loved it.” Byron slapped her ass.

She kissed him and nodded. “I’m going to play with a toy the right way tonight.”

He had no doubt she would, and they’d watch her. Whether it triggered another round, the way she no doubt hoped, remained to be seen. They all had to go to work tomorrow morning at the same office job. It’d be better to work out their tension at home so it wouldn’t leak over into the 9-to-5.

Chapter Two

No one liked Mondays. Even in a happy workplace, people dragged in on Monday mornings. Lizzie sipped her second cup of coffee as the others wandered in. She’d drawn the early shift to cover the East Coast customers. The higher walls cut down on the noise, but she knew when her guys showed up.

Standing up, she smiled at them over the cube. “Hi!”

“Hey Lizzie,” Byron said.

Fisher waved. “You’re too chipper for eight in the morning.”

She rolled her eyes and went back to her desk. Fisher wasn’t usually that grumpy but working together every day could strain any relationship. You saw coworkers annoyed, stressed, and happy. Personal stuff spilled over, and life in an office meant not a lot of secrets.

Spinning her chair, it was a quiet morning on the phones. She didn’t really like the cubicle world, but she didn’t want to be a manager or anything that would get her an office. That was too much pressure. She was only twenty-six, but there were younger people here with more ambition than she. All Lizzie wanted was out from her under her family’s thumb.

Things hadn’t fallen into place just yet, but she had a job, friends, a place to live, and a couple hot men in her bed. Life could be a lot worse.

The phones started ringing more as the central time zone got into the office. She heard her guys chatting softly and sensed some tension in the air. They weren’t fighting exactly, but she sensed something.

Rolling her chair over, she listened and pretended to be filing in case anyone walked by. The chatting was hushed, and she couldn’t figure out the source of the problem. Then one of their phones rang.

Byron took the call, and things fell silent again. Suddenly her phone rang.

“Lizzie, it’s me. I need to give you the Stinger Brothers right now. Okay?” Byron called over the wall.

“Sure.” Lizzie grinned. Even though the brothers were normally Byron’s customers, she’d talked to them plenty. They were friends of one of Ash’s men, and Lizzie had met them many times outside of work. The sexy duo had been her first Lucky Springs fantasy men.

Which Stinger would it be? Damon was tall with piercing eyes and long brown hair he pulled back. Luke was more the guy-next-door: dependable with short brown hair, brown eyes and a solid body. He had a bit of an authoritative edge to him that thrilled Lizzie. They were half-brothers sharing a dad and the Stinger name. The things she’d dreamed about them doing to her body!

Her cheeks burned as she hit the blinking button. “Lizzie here. How can I help?”

“Our favorite customer service rep! How did those two boring guys get you before we did?” Damon asked.

She laughed. “You should’ve asked me out first.”

“And what about me?” Luke asked.

They were both on the line? She grinned. “I don’t know how well you two share, but I couldn’t choose.”

The men chuckled. “And we won’t steal you away from men keeping you happy. We need to add to our standing order right now.” Luke shifted to business.

She hopped into the computer and focused on updating their order and shipping needs. In the back of her mind, she pictured the two hotties sharing her. Then her current boyfriends joined the mix, and things went out of control. Finally, she pushed the kinky thoughts back and read over the order with the men to be sure she got it right.

“Sounds great. Come by and visit us soon. Honey is on the house,” Damon said.

“Thanks! I might just do that. Have a nice day.” She disconnected and listened for her guys. All was silent. Snooping over the wall, she saw they were gone.

Grabbing her water bottle, she headed down the hall to the break room. Walking in on an argument gave her a nauseated feeling as in high school when everyone was talking about you, and they stopped talking as soon as you walked in. That wouldn’t fly for men she was dating. “What’s wrong?”

Byron glared at Fisher, and both men were silent. While she wanted to turn and leave, this was her relationship, too. The fact that they’d been together a lot longer had been a sticking point at first. They had tons of history and inside jokes. Somehow she never felt like Fisher really let her in on it all. Now they were fighting without her?

“Something is up, and I need to know. Unless I’m just a fun side item and not actually part of this relationship, in which case I have a right to know that, too.” They had been a couple for so long Lizzie often wondered if she was only a passing phase for them. They insisted not, and she’d believed them.

Now she wasn’t so sure.

“Of course you are; we’ve been trying to work this out before upsetting you,” Byron said.

“It’s my fault.” Fisher held up his hands.

“What is it?” Lizzie filled her water bottle and set it on the counter. Her mother always said there was no reason to panic until you know the details of the problem.

“I cheated on you guys. Sort of,” Fisher said.

Lizzie stomach went sour. “With who?”

Byron sighed. “One of the Stinger brothers.”

“It was nothing. I was hanging out with Damon, just interested in their business. Stuff happened. That’s it.” Fisher folded his arms and backed away.

“Why? You and Byron have been together forever. You really needed some other guy?” Her head split as if she’d gone without coffee for three days, but she knew caffeine wouldn’t help.

“Maybe that’s it? Maybe I need another dating experience? I feel as if I never dated anyone else. I don’t know if I want to settle down.” Fisher leaned against the wall.

“So you want to move away and go wild at Mardi Gras? Go to one of those sex parties?” Byron demanded.

Lizzie frowned; she saw both sides. Byron was similar to her and dated freely early in high school to find out what he liked, but Fisher hadn’t dated around. Now they were mid-twenties, and you couldn’t go back. The parties were a Lucky Springs open secret. She’d heard about them and fantasized about them, but she couldn’t imagine letting strangers watch her have sex or watching others.

If Fisher needed to go wild for a bit, she’d understand. She had her own kinky side the guys helped her with. Plus, he’d never left Lucky Springs, but she didn’t want him to now. The barely controlled rage in Byron told Lizzie he wasn’t trying to understand yet. He was hurt. If Fisher had cheated with a woman, Lizzie knew she’d be the one having a fit. “So that’s why you guys wanted me to take that call from the Stingers. Why them, Fisher? Which one?” she asked.

“It doesn’t matter. I’ve screwed things up, and I can’t undo it.” Fisher paced.

Byron shook his head. “Are you even sorry?”

“Yes. I didn’t mean to hurt you guys. I love you both, but this just isn’t enough. It’s not going to work. Someone has to cover our phones.” Fisher walked out of the room.

“That’s it?” Lizzie asked Byron. “It’s over?”

He hugged her. “I guess. I don’t know what he’s thinking. Let’s call it a break for now. I need to calm down and think. I hope he grows up. Wanting more is one thing. Cheating is a coward’s way of getting it.”

She held him tight and nodded. “Maybe he’s not into girls really? Possibly he needs a big group of men?”

“Don’t you dare blame yourself. I get to watch him with you, and he loves your body and your free spirit. We both know he’s crazy about you in and out of bed. He never had to face real consequences for his actions. I’m not letting him off the hook. The baby of six kids and mostly girls, he’s been spoiled and fussed over all his life. He never wants to upset his family because he’s the golden boy.”

“He came out of the closet to his family.” Lizzie shrugged. “It’s nice they love him no matter what.”

“That was harder for him than you know, and I was with him. You’d think it’d have toughened him up a bit. His family jumped on the gay thing and got attached to me. Maybe he’s afraid to change his story? Cheating isn’t the way to handle a problem.” He kissed her forehead. “I’m sorry. We’ll talk when we’ve all calmed down and thought about it.”

“Okay.” She had to be adult about this. Breaking up with two men was, in fact, twice as painful. Also, it doubled the confusion. She didn’t believe they’d stopped caring for her, but cheating wasn’t something she could just ignore either.

Part of Fisher’s charm was his childlike enjoyment of life. He worked here, lived with Byron, and rolled with the punches. She wanted to ask if Fisher would move home with his parents or if Byron would be okay.

She grabbed her water bottle and walked back to her cube. The look on Byron’s face said it wasn’t the time for questions. He was angry. Fisher was the bad guy right now so he’d be defensive. Lizzie was hurt and lonely, but the two guys she’d come to depend on were the problem now. Hopefully they’d be ready to talk soon. Until then, she had to find her outlet.

Flipping to her internal email, she sent Crystal in accounting a message. Lunch with her single friend was just the distraction she needed. Once the pain and shock were gone, Lizzie could probe the problem and make the men talk it out. She wasn’t giving up.

* * * *

When the workday ended, Fisher headed straight for Stinger Brothers' Bee Farm. He needed to talk to someone who didn’t hate him at the moment. His family was normally where he went, but this wasn’t just about Byron. They had no clue about Lizzie or Fisher being bisexual.

The ten acres of the bee farm had a honey jarring facility and a large home with offices inside that made Fisher relax. His day job involved people with complaints and a noisy factory attached. This was peaceful. The hum of bees soothed Fisher’s frayed nerves.

He found Damon assembling a mobile beehive out back. “Do you ever stop working?”

“When you’re a small business, no, never.” Damon looked up and frowned. “What’s wrong with you?”

“I told Byron and Lizzie. We broke it off.” Fisher sat on the workbench in the shed full of tools.

“You broke up with them?” Damn kept on working. “Why?”

“Byron is pissed as hell. I can’t settle down and be what they want. It was hard enough telling my parents I was gay—never mind changing that to bisexual and in three-way relationship now.” Fisher knew few people would really understand.