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“Fuck. Jacob. I’m close.” He doubled down.

I felt him swallow around the head, and I couldn’t hold back. My body lit up as I released; multiple pulses rolled through me, causing me to see stars.

Jacob moved up and kissed me deeply. I could taste my come on his tongue, which made me shudder. My cock already wanted to get involved again.

“Let me make you feel good,” I smirked and reached for his throbbing cock.

I ran my hand from the base to the tip. My thumb teased the frenulum, then I used his lubrication to slick things up, my fingers sliding along the hard length. I wanted him to feel pleasure. I gave special attention to the tip, and then ran my finger over the glans, which made him wiggle. When I rolled his balls in my hands, he moaned deeply, pushing behind them, I pushed into the area connecting with his prostate.

“Shit. That feels amazing.” As I stroked him, I licked and sucked on his neck. The sounds he made caused me to shiver. I wanted to make him feel good.

“Dusty. God, yes.”

“Come for me, baby,” I said close to his ear. His body obeyed, and I worked him through his climax. When he was finished, we put our foreheads together, and he smiled.

“We are good together.” He kissed me sweetly. “With Joe, we are going to be un-fucking-stoppable.”

I laughed. “I can’t agree more. Let’s get some sleep before our date. It’s been a long night.”

We cleaned up our mess, then took a nap, finally able to rest. Joe was willing to go out with us, which felt like we were going to find our forever together.

We were going to take our man home to be with us, I knew it.

Chapter thirty

JOE

When I woke up, it took me a minute to realize that the last twenty-four hours weren’t a dream. Jacob and Dusty had followed me to San Diego and suggested we become a triad. Stranger yet, I was considering it, really considering it. It was difficult for me to come up with reasons not to try, especially since I loved them both, and they loved me. Why not try? It sure would hurt less than walking away did.

There were still a few hours before our date. I wanted to see what it was like for all three of us to be out together, try to get a feel for the dynamic. I wanted this. I wanted them. Over the next few hours, I shaved, showered, then put on a nice shirt and my favorite jeans. I looked in the mirror a thousand times, because I wanted to look good for them.

At 5:59 p.m., I stepped into the hall and walked the twenty feet to their door. Knocking, my palms were sweaty, but I was excited. I hadn’t gone out with someone in a long time, and I planned to treat this like any traditional date. More than anything, I hoped we would have a good time. Using my brother-in-law's connections, I made reservations at a very popular restaurant and made sure we had a romantic table for three.

The door opened, and there were my guys—already I thought of them as mine. “You two look great.”

Dusty wore his standard outfit of full black from head to toe. Including a leather collar on his neck, dark liner on his eyes, a black t-shirt a little too tight, jeans that hugged his body perfectly, and Doc Martens that rounded out the look. He was perfect.

Jacob looked completely different. He wore a burgundy western shirt, black jeans, cowboy boots, and his black cowboy hat. He was delicious to look at, very different than Dusty, but he aroused me just as much. Also perfect.

“You do too,” Jacob said.

“So really good.” Dusty followed up. We all stood around and smiled at each other.

“Shall we go?” Jacob asked.

“I’ve made reservations. There should be a car waiting for us.”

“Now I feel spoiled.” Jacob pulled me against his hip while we walked down the hall. When we got in the elevator, Dusty took my hand, and it felt natural for us to share this affection publicly with each other.

At the restaurant, we were given a horseshoe booth so we could all sit together. I sat between the two of them, their thighs against mine. It was nice, and it felt right. Once we ordered, I thought it might be a good time to address a few of the things that were in my head before I completely committed to this arrangement—they didn’t need to know I was already all in. However, I still had questions.

“I don’t want to hide us.” That was a big thing for me. I didn’t care about society, to be honest, but hiding the fact that we loved each other would defeat the purpose of being in a relationship. People were welcome to judge, but it wouldn’t stop me from being with my guys, and there were times we were very public because of our link with Montgomery, especially Dusty.

“I agree. As far as I am concerned, you would be my partners, and I am proud of both of you.” Jacob answered.

“Man, he beat me to it. What he said.” Dusty smiled and bumped my shoulder.

That was simple. “What about sex?”