Page 61 of Trick-or-Treated

MARGO

My heart pounds too hard against my chest as I take in a deep breath and start to frost the cupcakes. Cole isn’t touching me. He’s just standing behind me, watching. The overhead lights flicker one more time and die, leaving only the dim yellow emergency light over the stoves.

And his silence is driving me crazy. Heat settles in my stomach. I’m wet between my thighs already just from the way he’s talking to me.

Bryan was never good at dirty talk or being dominant. He didn’t care enough to figure out what I liked. Hindsight is twenty-twenty, right?

I’m happier without him, and I don’t plan on choosing between the three silver foxes that have claimed me. I hope to claim them all right back.

If they’ll let me.

It’s not a decision I’ve come to lightly. I’ve been agonizing over it ever since I found out all three claimed my wishes. At first, I just wanted the sex.

The release.

But after spending time with each of them…

I can’t help but want to know more.

I want to know about Gabe’s late wife. Cole’s ex. Marcus’s childhood.

I want to know every little thing that hurt them, and tell them every little thing that hurts me. I want them all, physically, emotionally. In all the ways that matter.

I just don’t know how to tell them that. At least, not until the festival is over.

I don’t know if it’ll be forever. I don’t know if they’ll even agree to share.

But I know I want it. Want them.

Which is why I let Gabe kiss me. Why I let Marcus eat me out.

And why I’m going to let Cole… do whatever he’s doing.

He very slowly puts his hands on my waist, bunching my sweater around my hips and revealing my bare ass to the warm room.

I stutter out his name.

“I bet Marcus got to see you like this. I want to, too. Bend over.”