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  Not apart. Not separate.

  Cam stepped beside us and reached for my hand.

  “Me, too. I just want to protect you, not lose you.”

  Our answer was there filling the space between us. Casting a warm glow of affection over us.

  We’d tell all the nay-sayers to go screw themselves and we’d continue spending time together for as long as we could.

  In the end, we all decided to forgo Homecoming with each other, must to my disappointment because it was the only thing I looked forward to. Although I wanted to, I didn’t argue or fight it, and we each took different dates, but all went as a group together. It nearly killed me, though, to see Cam with Hallie and Sage with my friend Chloe.

  They should’ve been dancing with me, where they belonged.

  Chapter 10

  The fall moved into winter and the holidays were upon us before we even knew it. Cam’s football season had ended in a big loss, which was bittersweet for him and his teammates, who didn’t finish out their last high school game with a victory.

  Every year on New Years’ Eve since I could remember, my parents would throw a big New Years’ Eve party. They’d splurge and order flowing champagne fountains and decadent desserts and invite all their friends, including the ranch hands, and their families, who would come to revel in celebratory fashion and ring in the new year.

  For me, it was always a magical night because I spent it with my two best friends eating popcorn, watching movies, dancing and singing karaoke in my basement. Then we’d count down as the ball dropped and the clock struck midnight.

  That year was no exception, but in ways, it was very, very different.

  “What’s your New Years’ resolution?” Sage had asked, as he took a large, messy bite of the white chocolate dipped strawberry that he’d plucked from the dessert table. He unselfishly offered me a bite, holding it out to my mouth as I opened to devour it.

  When I saw the expression in his eyes – lust-filled and needy – my belly flipped in anticipation.

  “I’ve been thinking a lot about this, actually,” I replied, dragging my finger and thumb over the corner of my mouth to wipe away the juices left from the strawberry.

  It was on the tip of my tongue, but it was difficult to say out loud. I knew what I wanted from them both, but I wasn’t sure they’d agree. Or how it would work. Or if my fantasy would even come to reality.

  “I know things got a little weird between us, and you know I love you both equally, right?”

  They both nodded their heads, searching my face for clues to where my train of thought was going.

  If only they knew.

  “Cam, I know you lost your V-card two years ago. And Sage, you haven’t told me who, but I know you did it with someone last summer.”

  Sage blushed and looked away, wiping his strawberry stained hands on a napkin before throwing it on the table. Grabbing their hands and laying them on the top of my legs, my fingertips traced a pattern over their hands. Wondering what those hands would feel like touching my body in time with one another.

  “Yeah…” Cam gave a raspy acknowledgment.

  “I want-”

  “What do you want, London?”

  It’s now or never.

  “I want to lose my virginity to you. With you both.”

  A gasp filled the room and then it grew quiet.

  Cam, always the logical and practical one, asked, “How is that even possible?”

  I gave him a coy smile. “You’d take turns.”

  “Fuck,” they both said in unison.

  Giggling, I replied. “Yeah, that’s the idea.”

  Cam let go of my hand and stood, pacing in front of the big screen TV. The sounds of the party could be heard above us, no one the wiser as to what we contemplated doing and what I just asked them.

  He shook his head adamantly. “No. No way.”

  “You don’t want me?” I snapped, challenging his decision with my own uncertainty over what I just admitted.

  We’d all been friends for so long, but that didn’t mean I didn’t hold the power to ruin it with this one greedy and unconventional request.

  “That’s not the reason,” he argued.

  “You’d rather I lose it to someone random in college?”

  “Fuck no,” Sage piped in, squeezing my hand tight. “Absolutely not. But London, are you sure you wouldn’t want…I don’t know…to have just one of us? Separately? Privately?”

  I knew this was a titillating topic and one that Cam was trying to sidestep with his refusal. But it was very apparent that the idea of fucking me turned him on by the evident bulge the appeared in his pants.

  I decided to use that against him, to hold him hostage until he agreed to my demands.

  I rose from my position on the couch and stalked toward Cam, backing him up with my hands on his chest until he was trapped against the wall.

  Tentatively, I reached up on tiptoes to Cam’s ear, as one hand lowered and squeezed the very hard length covered by his jeans.

  “I want this. I want you, Cam. And I want Sage. The three of us. Like it’s always been, but different. We’ve shared everything, and I want to share my first time with you,” I kissed his cheek, then looked over my shoulder. “And Sage.”

  Cam croaked out a response. “Tonight?”

  Stroking his impressive erection, I licked under his ear, breathing hotly, dragging my tongue against his flesh, tasting his salty skin.

  “No, not tonight. I’m not quite ready for that yet. But I do want to…I don’t know…experiment.” I gazed nervously under heavy lashes at Sage who stared at us both with an intensity so hot, it singed like burning fuel.

  “Tonight, I think I just want to fool around with you both, if you want. I’ve been dreaming about that for a long time now.”

  Fever seemed to take over as I laid out my most private, sexual desires to Cam and Sage, putting it all out there so they could best decide if they wanted to participate.

  In that next moment, Sage pressed his body against my back, his hands skimming down my sides and over my hips, landing at my ass. I was sandwiched between him and Cam, and I shivered at the possibilities. Sage’s warm, chocolate-scented breath was at my ear.

  “We must share the same dreams, because that’s what I want, too.” He nipped my ear, all three of our faces within inches of one another.

  Leaning into Cam for balance, I kept one hand on his chest and lifted the other behind my head to wrap it behind Sage’s neck, weaving my fingers through his hair at the nape. I scraped and dug my fingernails into his scalp, turning my head to his lips to give him access to take what he wanted from me.

  I would give them anything and everything. I was theirs for the taking.

  Cam was still stoically uncertain, standing stiffly against me until he gently pushed me out of the way with a huff. He moved to stand a few feet away against the wall, arms crossed over his chest, indecision ripe and dripping off along with the tension of his body.

  I figured he’d either watch Sage and me together and enjoy it - letting go of his reservations to join us - or he’d leave. Whatever the case, I let myself enjoy Sage’s perfect kisses and sensual touch. My back arched as my head tipped back against his shoulder, exposing my neck for him to devour, his hand stroking over the front of my body.

  An all-encompassing need swarmed in my breasts like birds taking flight, and electric tingles seared between my legs, as I silently begged and searched for something I didn’t know how to explain. Instead, I just moaned and ground against his erection that poked into my lower back from behind.

  Sage deftly unbuttoned my polka-dot blouse – ironically representing the perfect image of my innocence up to this point – until the flaps of the shirt exposed my bare belly and pink lace bra. He pulled down the cups under my breasts, cupped them in his rough hands, squeezing and plumping them, before dragging a fingernail over the hardened nipple.

  It was the sound of Cam’s raspy intake of breath that ha
d me opening my eyes to find him lustfully staring at us under hooded eyelids from the far corner of the room where he’d migrated. His beautiful face etched with marvel and heat, his searing gaze reaching straight into my soul.

  I held out my hand toward him, yet he still didn’t make a move. He remained glued to the floor where he was, wearing a tight, painful scowl.

  A small cry burst from my throat when Sage rolled my nipple between his fingers, tweaking it and driving my ass to grind against his cock in a circular motion, one that elicited a growl from Sage. Or maybe it was Cam again, whose voyeuristic participation seemed to increase the intensity in the air.

  Cam’s frown and voice may have vocalized his unwillingness and uncertainty to join us, but the tension rippling from his entire being said otherwise. He was controlled and restrained…of which I knew couldn’t last much longer. He would find that breaking point and lose it sooner or later. Just like any explosive device…once given the mechanism to detonate, it would explode with purpose.

  I hadn’t realized we’d moved until I fell backward onto the couch, with Sage underneath me, his knees spread wide cradling me between them. The short-flared skirt I wore billowed up past my knee-caps, exposing the creamy flesh of my thighs. I once again dared to look up at Cam and he nearly shook with unrestrained heated-lust, depleting him of his resolve.

  My eyes swept the length of his body, just as Sage brushed his hand over the landscape of mine. He closed his eyes momentarily as if the sight of Sage and me was too much to bare, and I stared unnoticed as his hand fell to cover his crotch.

  When his eyes opened again, our gazes connected, and I bit down on my kiss-stung lip to keep myself from doing or saying anything that would sway Cam’s decision. I knew he warred with himself and had to weigh his options.

  Deep inside, Cam wanted this but thought what we were doing was wrong – sinful and incongruent with what society and church had taught us. It was written all over his face. The tight purse of his lips and the clenched jaw told me he was conflicted.

  For whatever reason, it didn’t feel wrong to me. Being with these two boys felt right. I trusted them with my life, with my thoughts, secrets, and now my body. They knew just about everything about me. It was only natural that my feelings of deep friendship would morph into something heavier. Stronger. Needier.

  I wanted them as lovers.

  Their bodies.

  Their hearts.

  Their souls.

  Sage continued peppering my neck with wet, lush kisses. Exposed to the cool air, my nipples tightened even more, and everything became overly sensitive to his touch.

  I felt the hardening pulse of Sage’s cock behind me at the same time he let out a long, exquisite groan.

  His voice was husky and deep.

  Sage, as if trying to wear Cam’s defenses down through deliciously dirty commands, whispered in my ear, but it was meant for Cam to hear it, too.

  “Your skin tastes so good, London. Your tits would look so good with Cam’s mouth wrapped around them, wouldn’t they? I bet you’d cream your panties if Cam sucked on your nipples, making them wet and hard. You’d squirm and scream as you came, wouldn’t you, sweetheart?”

  “Oh, God.” It was Cam’s voice saying what I was thinking out loud.

  “Cam, get the fuck over here. Take care of our girl. Now.”

  I blinked up at Cam, as we shared the simultaneous look of, “who is this guy?”

  This was a side of Sage we’d never truly known before. A dominance that seemed to ooze out of his pores; giving orders like a commanding officer. Cam shook his head like a disobedient child.

  My skin was so tight, alive with pleasure, aching for touch and throbbing wildly from the naughty imagery that Sage used to fuel my imagination. Cam’s own posture tightened even further, but he didn’t relent. He remained solid and steadfast in his stubborn refusal to join us.

  Sage continued to add to the torment, plumping both breasts now in his hands, massaging and circling, playfully tugging and pinching, as I cried out for more. Nothing else mattered at that moment than feeling the rough, callused fingers of my guitar-playing Sage, touching and teasing my body. Playing it like his very own instrument and bringing to life the music that was inside of me. Humming and ready to break free in a cacophony of sound.

  Sage skimmed his hand down my abdomen, my skin breaking out in shivers, as he fluttered his fingers between the V of my legs, stopping only momentarily before landing at the edge of my skirt. His palm smoothed the length of my leg, pushing the cotton fabric up until my panties were in plain sight. I saw Cam gulp down a swallowed breath, as I inhaled with the excitement of what was to come next.

  Adjusting himself under me, Sage shifted his body and toyed with the edge of my underwear, skimming the sensitive skin on the inside of my thigh as I moaned and squirmed at every feather-light touch. I could feel how wet I had become and I’m sure Sage was fully aware of that when he touched me.

  It reminded me of our night together last summer, on this same couch, the way he touched and kissed me. But it was so much more intense with Cam’s presence in the room. Even though he hadn’t moved and wasn’t joining in, his presence ratcheted the heat level up to a thousand.

  “Cam,” Sage roughly commanded again. “Don’t you want to find out how wet our girl is? How good she smells? How sweet she tastes? I could find out myself…but I want you to tell me.”

  Everything that was happening was beyond my wildest fantasies. Over and above what I had ever dreamed would happen if I ever had the pleasure of being with these two boys together.

  Perhaps it was the sound of the clock striking midnight or the sound of my gasp as Sage slipped his finger inside my panties and between my folds, that finally brought Cam to a decision.

  A decision that was bigger than a kiss at midnight.

  One that changed our lives and our future’s together.

  With just one spoken word, Cam started a down a path that none of us could ever change or return back from.

  “Okay.”

  Chapter 11

  That night, we kissed and touched and made-out as we marked the advent of the new year, as each of us found a new role in our threesome.

  We were three parts of a whole, destined to find a way to close the gaps and learn how our individual pieces could join in a new exciting way to create something special. Something more than the friendship we had built over the years.

  Where in the past, Cam had always been the leader of our trio – the one to take action and give orders – it seemed that Sage was ready to fill those shoes in this new role. He called the shots, instructing me and Cam on what to do and how to do it. It was beautiful to behold, my gorgeous musician and angsty boy taking the reins and opening the doors to a new world for us.

  As for me, I was simply “their girl” and I loved it.

  I was the center of their world and craved their physical attention. Being the center of attention had been part of my life in all manner of ways. As a dancer, I came alive when I was on stage and in front of an audience. I was used to the attention.

  But this was a wholly different level of focus and devotion. I’d never felt more like myself, someone who could let go and just be free of all the expectations that the world had of me until I found myself in the arms of my two boys.

  It was only something that Sage and Cam, together, had the ability to do. I was like a cocoon in their arms, transforming through the physical metamorphosis triggered by their involvement.

  I was already on the verge of coming when Sage slid his fingers inside me, finding that sweet spot of desire deep within me. The place that contained every forbidden secret inside me. He unleashed and untethered my hopes and dreams, desires and fantasies with the crook of his fingers.

  And when Cam finally stepped toward us, one slow inch at a time, he cautiously bent down to his knees in front of me, careful not to touch us, something unexplainable happened. Like a brilliant supernova bursting in the sky, obliter
ating everything in its path, that same starburst exploded inside my heart.

  With Sage’s hand between my legs and the other at my breast, Cam gently placed his hands on my knees for balance, leaned in and took possession of my mouth, sealing our fate with his lips sealing over mine – stealing my breath and my lucidity.

  Sage’s fingers pumped and thrust inside of me, as Cam’s mouth moved lower to latch onto my nipple. Sucking and licking, tasting and tormenting.

  “Shit, you two look so hot together,” Sage rasped from his position behind me, his hips grinding with deep thrusts against my ass with eager excitement; seeking friction and bucking with pleasure.

  Cam moaned around my tight nipple. “You’re right, Sage. She tastes so fucking good.”

  Whether it was the accolade or the fact that Cam was fully participating and in agreement with Sage, my body lit up like the Empire State Building; bright white lights flashing and narrating a story of simmering desperation and excitement.

  My hands found the top of Cam’s tousled mane, and I ran my fingers through the soft silken strands, tugging tight when he nipped the sensitive skin of my breast, leaving a bruising mark. He swiped his tongue over it in a soothing lick.

  I thrashed and rocked, seeking that ultimate gateway to eliminate this throbbing ache inside me. Cam’s eyes bored into mine as he pulled away from my breast, licking his lips and then dragging a thumbnail over the wetness he left there. I arched and bowed from the divine tingle that ran down the length of my legs and back up, settling at my spine.

  “Unbutton your jeans and pull them down,” Sage commanded gruffly, his voice deeper and thicker normal. A baritone that bore deep into my very soul.

  Cam’s eyes popped wide. “What?”

  “I said, take off your jeans and your boxers. I want to see you jack off for us. We want to see that, don’t we London?”

  The question is so bold. So dirty. So incredibly foreign, I could only nod my head.

  “Do you want his tongue between your legs, too?”