Back in Vegas, Corey and I had been busy with the club. We worked alternating shifts, for maximum coverage. Between spending every waking hour and sinking every last dime we had on the place, we barely had time to sleep, much less see or talk to each other.

But when we did? We usually talked about Lauren.

He felt the same way I did; that no matter what happened, we wanted her back. That we wanted to give the relationship — or whatever it was we were calling it — the fairest possible shot, and therefore, everything else as far as other women was off the table.

Not that we had time for that anyway, but we’d decided to keep loyal, to keep true. To keep our noses down and work gruelingly hard at getting back to her, or getting her back to us, so that we could see if lightning struck twice and the feelings were all still there.

I shouldn’t have worried. The moment she flung herself into our arms just now, every last bit of apprehension melted away.

And to add to all the magic, it turned out Mason felt the same way. He was buried back in Hollywood, busy with his new agent. Busy booking new work, new jobs, and not just commercials either. Right now he was working on two internet network series, and taking a third and final audition for a chunky role in what he called a ‘major motion picture’.

He claimed he’d been working so hard he hadn’t been looking for anyone, which was very different for him considering the sheer amount of co-stars he’d already dated. But we talked about Lauren. A lot about Lauren…

And the three of us vowed that no matter how busy we were, we’d find the time to be with her. That once she could visit us again, we’d drop everything to re-create our time together, out in the desert.

All these things spun through my mind as we took her together, in the sanctity of her own apartment, beneath her own frilly sheets. We plundered her deeply. Pinned her between our bodies, making her come over and over again until she was delirious with happiness. Neither of us allowing ourselves to be satisfied until she was a quivering, whimpering mess.

In the end we spent ourselves inside her, watching her eyes go wide as she took every ounce of our combined seed. Then, having made her ours again, we curled up on either side of her. We took turns kissing her… touching her… nuzzling her body with dreamlike slowness until, somehow, the three of us passed out together in her tiny bed.

Fifty-Three

LAUREN

I woke up from the most wonderful dream. I was in a warm, happy nest — surrounded on all sides by security, attention, and love. Kept safe from the world; from anything and everyone who would try to harm me, or bring me down.

The reality of my awakening was similar; I was enveloped in warm, naked flesh. Hard muscle. Soft skin. I kissed both my lovers without waking them, each on their tender lips, then crawled from the bed and popped into the kitchen. It was my turn to make them breakfast. My turn to entertain them. They’d come all the way across the country for me, interrupting their very busy lives, just to make sure I was okay.

And I absolutely loved them for it.

I still couldn’t believe they’d come. Still couldn’t believe they were here, right now, snoring away in my very bed. The very thought made my heart flutter. It put that sinking, lovesick feeling right back in the pit of my stomach — the one I’d felt on the day I’d left.

They’d come without asking. They’d come without even calling ahead. It was by far the sweetest, most romantic thing anyone had ever done for me. I didn’t deserve it. I didn’t—

“Hey baby.”

Brody’s smile lit up my little kitchen as he walked in and grabbed a chair. Corey was behind him, framed by the doorway. His big, beautiful arms were extended as he endured the mother of all yawns.

“Coffee yet?”

I slid him the pot, freshly-brewed. My hands still shook with excitement as I grabbed the sugar-bowl, and the milk from the fridge.

“Your bed isn’t big enough,” Corey complained, rubbing an apparently sore neck. “Not even for two of us, much less three.”

“Yeah, well you didn’t exactly give me notice,” I giggled. I cracked another two eggs into a bowl and winked at him. “Besides, I slept great.”

“I’ll bet you did.”

Brody chuckled as he took his first sip of java. I didn’t have the best coffee in the world, but it wasn’t the worst either.

“Listen,” I said, after dumping my egg-mixture into a pan. “I have to say something…”

I walked over and straddled Corey first, sliding my arms over his shoulders. Leaning down, I grazed his nose with mine and planted a soft wet kiss right on his lips.

“What you did last night…” I murmured. “Coming here, just to make me feel better…”

I kissed him again, and again after that. Already I could feel my excitement rising. I left his lap just as his hands were about to find my ass.

“It means everything to me,” I said, trying not to get choked up. I slid over to Brody. He put his thighs together and pulled me down on them. “It was the sweetest thing in the whole fucking world.”

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