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“Yeah. I know I hurt you. I gave up any right to claim you as my own eight years ago. If you want to hook up with my friends, and they’re down for it too, who am I to stop you? In fact…”

Ares hesitates, something shifting in his expression. I swallow hard, my heart pounding as I stay silent, waiting to hear what he’s going to say.

“In fact,” he repeats, the look in his eyes growing more intense, “Tate and Callan are the people who know me best in the world now. I trust them more than anybody else, and they’re like brothers to me. If I’m being honest, I sort of like the idea of you being with my two best friends. Except… I wish I had been there to watch.”

Oh. Oh.

My eyes widen. Of all the things Ares could have said, that’s the last thing I expected. I thought this was going to end with him saying he had no right to stop me from hooking up with his friends, but him admitting that he would’ve wanted to watch? Fuck. My heart races faster as I try to process it all.

He’s not mad. Instead, he wants to be there for it. Wants to be part of it.

When I realized I was attracted to all three of these men, I was torn about what that meant. And about what fooling around with them separately would mean. At no point did I ever consider that it could be even simpler, and much hotter, than that. It never even crossed my mind that they might want to… share me.

Fuck. Am I into that? I think I might be really into that. All three of them are hot on their own, with their own charms and ways of turning me into a puddle of want, but together?

My head spins at the idea of it. In a good way.

Tate has been watching this exchange, and when I glance over at him, I recognize the heat in his eyes. He gets up from the couch, and then crooks a finger at me.

I go over, heat rushing into my cheeks.

“You know,” he says, his voice low and sultry. “I was a little bit jealous too. But I know the perfect way to get over that.”

Tate tangles fingers into my hair and pulls me into a kiss. His lips are warm and intent on mine, and I melt into the kiss, resting my hands on his chest. It doesn’t take long for it to go from gentle to heated. Tate nips at my bottom lip, and he pulls me in closer, until our bodies are pressed together in a firm line. I make a soft sound into his mouth, squirming a bit as the heat leaps into me, making me want even more.

I can feel the other two watching us, their gazes almost like a physical weight. It makes my heart pound just thinking about it.

Before I can really lean into it, warm hands latch onto my arms and I’m being pulled out of Tate’s grasp and into someone else’s arms. I look up and into Callan’s eyes.

“Oh,” I breathe softly. He smirks a little and then leans down to kiss me too. There’s so much hunger in it, the same way he kissed me in the car just a bit ago. It’s almost like he didn’t just fuck me recently, the way he paws at me and urges my mouth open under his.

Before that goes too much further, I’m being pulled away again. This time into Ares’ arms. I look up at him for a moment, and he looks back. There’s heat in his eyes, the proof that he wants this. Wants me. He kisses me, hard and hungry. It’s almost like I can taste the jealousy and possessiveness in his kiss while he lays his claim on me.

By the time we break for air, my head is spinning. Three kisses from three different men, each of them pulling me this way and that so they can have their share of my affection. It’s overwhelming, but it also has me wanting them so badly right now.

Tate and Callan have come closer, and I startle when their hands start to roam over me. There are hands moving over my shoulders and down my back, across my arms and spanning my hips. Ares reaches up and cups my face, drawing my attention back to him.

“I know you don’t owe me another chance,” he says. “You don’t owe me anything. But if you let me, I want to use the rest of this trip making up for how I hurt you. And I’d like my friends to help. Would you like that? Would you let me do that?”

I barely even have to think about it. With their hands on me and my heart racing, I know what I want. So I lick my lips and whisper, “Yes.”

26

BRYNN

Something crosses Ares’ face when I say that. From here, it looks like approval and something that might be pride. He pulls me in and kisses me again, lingering against my lips. This kiss is no less heated, but there’s a tender edge to it. There’s feeling in it. His lips move to my ear, and I shiver when he whispers there. “I’m so fucking sorry, Brynn. For not believing you. For thinking you would do something like that to me in the first place.”

I shiver, my chest aching slightly. This is all still so new, Ares apologizing and knowing he was wrong. I’m still not sure how to handle it. But if he wants to make it up to me like this, I’m not going to complain.

He kisses his way down my throat, lips leaving a burning trail. Each kiss is slow and deliberate as he moves lower and lower. His hands hook under my shirt, and he peels it off me, ruffling my hair when he pulls it over my head. He leans back and groans at the sight of my chest, dotted with freckles and still somewhat covered by my bra.

Ares kisses the tops of each of my breasts, nuzzling in the valley of them in a way that instantly reminds me of the things we used to do. If it wasn’t for Tate and Callan still close by, kissing my bare shoulders and touching my back, this could have been happening eight years ago.

But it is different now. Ares is more grown up, more sure of himself in a way. At least he seems to know what he wants right now. He unhooks my bra and tosses it away, cupping my breasts in his hands. He keeps kissing them, his mouth tickling the sensitive skin. I shiver as his lips find their way to one nipple and then the other, moaning when he sucks one into his mouth.

“Ares,” I gasp, and it comes out throaty and raw with need.

He just lifts his head to look at me, and I see so much in his eyes.