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That was wha
t
her mind filled in. But as Mike trundled through the doorway carrying a fifty-pound co
o
ler on his shoulder like it was a pillow, she wondered how he’
d
look grilling naked.

I need to get a life
, she thought.

I have the best fucking life
, she corrected herself.
Don’t need another one
.
 

“What are you waiting for? Didn’t you get the memo? It’s naked country life day,” Dylan joked. The sun covered his sl
i
ghtly-less-tan body in a way that was so appealing. Her own skin was so white
these days
you could use it as a reflector to guide search parties.

Mike was the only one who managed to stay tan year round, and Laura was beginning to suspect he’d given the devil his pink
ie
toe in exchange for looking
that
good, even in the dim month of February whe
n
the sun didn’t come near New England.

“
You want me naked?” she teased.
 

Both men shouted, “Yes!” It was like having boyfriends
i
n stereo.

Two baby daddies
, she though
t
, Darla’s words echoing through her mind. The phone call earlier had been odd. Halting. A bit much, but a relief to have it done. Josie might be right. Maybe talking to another woman who had two men in her life—permanently—was a good idea.

Right now, though, she didn’t want to think about the future. Or worry about implications. Her present mind was right here, right now, and she wanted to lick and touch and stroke some flesh. To get back what she gave. And to have an orgasm...or twenty...so powe
r
ful she would scare small woodland creatures.

She might very well accomplish that feat right now b
y
stripping naked, but by God, as she removed her underwear and hung them on a deck railing, she was going to obey Dylan’s request.

“Two out of three of us are—oh!” Dylan said as he corrected himse
l
f, Mike strolling out of the cabin completely buck naked, holding two glasses of wine by the stems. “I guess all three of us are in uniform.”

“Uniform?” Laura
asked
, laughing as she peeled off her socks. “
The sex cabin has a uniform?”
 

The
cold air stung at her ankles, the not-quite-summer sky a pale, hazy blue through the treetops. If they stayed outside for much longer she’d begin to shiver, but the warm rays of the sun homed in on her shoulder, her forehead, her belly, her calves, and she enjoyed the good with the cold.
 

The cold had no effect on Dylan and Mike, who had very distinct part
s
of them standing at attention.
If they had the ability to point with them, she’d be the target.
 

“Sex cabin?” Dylan sputtered, laughter making his ab muscles roll in mesmerizing patterns. “You call this a
sex cabin
?”
 

“Isn’t that what it is?” she asked with faux innocence, biting her lip suggestively.

“You coming inside?
Because the sex cabin is most certainly ready to be used as its name suggests,
” Mike
sai
d with a suggestive leer. His eyes ate her up, and she let him, feeling the genuine love and lust in him.

“Inside, outside, on the deck, bent over the kitchen counter, on the couch,” Dylan mused, finishing his beer. “She’s coming, al
l
right.”

Talk like this used to make her blush.

Now she upped the ante.

“That a wager? How many times can you make Laura come in five hours?”

Mike
chok
ed a bit on his red wine. “You want to place bets on
sex
?”

Dylan’s shoulders straightened, arms curling out a bit, forearms curved like they were carved by a wood
wor
ker
with a lathe and fine artisanal tools
. “Why not? Sounds friendly and fun.”

“What about you two? How many times do I have to make
you
come?” she teased.

Mike looked skyward, his face twisted into a very thoughtful expression. “I t
h
ink my refractory period is…”

“Math?” Dylan gawked. “You’re doing sex math?” He marched into the cabin and returned with another beer, his ass so fine Laura felt hypnotized by it.

“What’s wrong with sex math?” Laura asked. Mike acted like they weren’t even there, now touching the tips of his fing
e
rs and shaking his head, muttering to himself.

“It’s…math! Who brings math into the bedroom?”

“Math can be sexy,” she protested. “One breast,” she said, holding hers toward him. “Two breasts,” she added, cupping both and pushing them together to make cleavage worthy of the best Regency dame.

Dylan stared at her nipples. “Okay. You convinced me.”

“Five!” Mike uttered.

“Five orgasms? You want me to give you
how many
in five hours?” Laura gasped.

“At your age?” Dylan added, laughing his (fine) ass off.

“What do you mean
my
age? We’re the same age!” Mike protested.

Dylan paused. His turn to do math. Laura opened her mouth to make a comment about it when Dylan said, “You’re older than me by
a few months
. And
I
can’t come five times in five hours.”

Mike and Laura asked in unison: “How would you know that?”

He turned bright red and muttered, “Just trust me.”

“YouPorn,” Mike and Laura said, in unison again.

“Quit ganging up on me!”
Dylan
grabbed Laura’s
p
hone, which she’d set on the deck railing, and held up the display. “We’ve wasted
seventeen
minutes talking about refractory periods and making bets. When are we going to have
sex
?”

“After we enjoy a nice glass of wine,” Laura said.
She was enjoying the view, too. And not just the trees swaying in the wind. Her nice view was decidedly of the human male animal variety.
 

“The clock is ticking, there’s a bet I might lose if we don’t get busy, and you want to drink
wine
?”
Dylan
said in a tone of outrage. Indignation, even.

“You want me to drop everything—”

“No. Just to your knees,” he said in a charged voice with such a commanding tone that she sashayed over to him, pulled a cushion from one of the redwood chaise lounges on the deck, and thr
e
w it on the ground in front of him. Handing her wine glass to him, she
put her hands on his shoulders and bent down to lick one tight nipple, his body tensing with her touch. His erection bobbed up with a tight, craning motion that made her feel like it was tracing a line on her leg.
 

“Your wish is my command,” she whispered as she bent down before him. She could feel his surprise as she grasped h
i
m at the base and stroked lightly upward with a feather touch.
She
reached up and squeezed his shoulders,
her fingertips
trail
ing
down his large, muscled chest
that was
sprinkled with a touch of dark hair in all the right places.

H
er palms cupped the long line of ribs that were so cut, muscles built out in layers from his back, the sheer animal power inherent in those muscles making her wet. Looking at Dylan from a sexual place was fun and purely sensual, but it wasn’t just the eye candy that she appreciated. The protectiveness, the power, the promise of being cared for and rescued—of being
safe
—made his body a symbol for so many emotional states.

Her fingers reached down past his waist, unencumbered by clothing. His eyes were on her, burning a hole in her head, and if she tipped her chin up to greet them she knew she’d find his dark eyes burning for her.

She didn’t need to look up, though. What she needed was to listen to his request and fulfill it. Having so much time together—all three of them—was a new luxury.
Some day this would be old hat
, she thought, as her lips grazed his belly button, making Dylan inhale sharply and clench his abs, which rolled like steel balls under silk.
 

Knowing she provoked that in him—her, and her alone—made Laura grateful for this time, this cabin, for the fact that all three of them were willing to carve out space for their relationship.

They needed this.

Her mouth slid up from his sac with a warm, wet kiss on his shaft that made him grasp the deck railing and tighten, legs bending slightly at the knees as, she knew, he braced himself for the pleasure she was about to give.

“Five hours,” she murmured. “Plenty of time to recover.” Laura knew
he
knew exactly what she meant, because the groan that vibrated through him, reaching her mouth as she engulfed him in full, was the sound of a man who could unleash and relax, unfold and de-stress. Most of their sex life involved quickies and halfway blow jobs, everyone eager to preserve the climax for intercourse, which meant this simple act of giving from Laura
was simply that. A gift
.

And now, in the middle of the thickly filled woods, the sound of birds and leaves shaking in the breeze filling her ears, she could give him complete release. Complete bliss.

Out of the corner of her eye, Laura saw Mike watching with a half-smile on his face, word
l
ess and clothing-less, gorgeous and stately. He sipped from his wine and watched patiently, knowing his turn would come, just as Laura knew hers would, too. Being in a long-term relationship like this—the longest ever for her—meant compromising. Calibrating. Knowing that even if things were out of balance sometimes, in the long run everything would even out.

She took her time, tongue enjoying the exploration of skin she normally skimmed over, his shaft hot and silky at the same time, rigid as a steel rod yet delightfully flexible. Inside her, she knew, it could pump life into her, love infusing her body, release coursing through her like the rush of whitewater rapids
provoked by
a melting spring thaw. Her own blood began to pulse through her, ripe need gathering at her clit, the soft folds of her labia swe
l
ling with heat and want, getting ready for Dylan.

And Mike.

Cupping his balls, Laura found that sweet spot where her finger could apply pressure and—

“Oh, God, that feels incredible,” he rasped.

Victory.

Lubing the shaft with her mouth’s slickness, she pumped slowly, tonguing the cap, the tight tip of her tongue slicking the underside of his cock right where the shaft ended and the ridge began. She’
d
discovered this technique a few weeks ago and learned to use it when he or Mike were
almost
ready to come, the rapid flick of tongue combining with her encasing hand and finger pressure an instant path to—

Dylan’s body tightened with such primal force she nearly fell backwards, the coiled strength in his thighs, back, and shoulders like a nuclear reactor of sexual thrust. His hips began to move in
bur
sts toward her, and within seconds he was fucking her mouth, all inhibitions gone.

He’
d
become a man seeking ultimate ecstasy, and she was along for the ride, mouth and fingers keeping up the rhythm, his hot seed spurting into her mouth as she eased up on the tongue pressure, slowing her wrist movements on his shaft, bringing him down as gently as possible from his climax.

Dylan rested against the deck railing and buried his fingers in her hair as she finally tipped her face up, then swallowed.

He laughed. Mike began a polite clap. “That was quite a performance,” Dylan said as he scooped her up, pressing her into a full-body, vertic
al
hug that—oddly enough—felt more foreign than giving him a blow job outside in the woods. The feel of so much skin against so much skin, outside in the fresh air, and in the daylight—it was a series of incongruities that added up to a shift in her consciousness.

She felt more alive than ever. The taste of Dylan still filled her tongue. She loved it.
Loved him. Loved
this
.
 

Eyes on Mike even as she hugged Dylan, who slumped against her and whispered a string of dirty thank-yous, she mouthed,
Your turn next
.

Mike winked.
I know. I can wait
, he mouthed
back
.

“I can hear you two,” Dylan announced. “Quit talking behind my back.”

“How can you hear us? We’re mouthing the words!”
Laura exclaimed.
 

“I just can. Call it my superpower.”

L
aura gave him a jaunty grin as she pulled back and drank in his beautiful face. “That is
not
your super power.”

“Oh yeah? Then what is?”

She reached for Mike’s hand, then Dylan’s, pulling them into the cabin. “You’re about to show it to me,” she said.

Mike swept her up into his arms and carried her across the sliding door threshold like a newlywed, making her giggle and squeal.

“Superpowers abound,” he said, setting her gently on the bed.

“Not there,” Dylan said from the k
it
chen, where he was drinking a glass of water now.
Fortifying himself
, Laura thought with a grin.

“Where?” Mike asked.

“There,” Laura and Dylan said in unison.

Both were pointing at the Sybian.

“
Great minds think alike,” Mike said drolly.
 

“But first, you!” Laura insisted, at Mike’s side with three steps, hands wrapping around his waist. He eyed the Sybian, then Laura, then shared a look with Dylan she couldn’t quite pinpoint, but which generally meant some mischief was about to unfold.

Good mi
s
chief. Sensual mischief.

Orgasmic mischief.

“How about we both get our first orgasm out of the way?” Mike suggested.