“I don’t care about the girls you’ve fucked, so word of advice,” I snapped as I sat up, “don’t mention them to me.”

Loren scrubbed his hand down his movie-star face before meeting my gaze. “I’m not thinking straight, baby, but can you blame me? It’s been three months.”

Yup.

That’s right.

I haven’t allowed them to do more than kiss me since Berlin. For Jericho, it’s been longer. Five months to be exact.

I felt the truth of that throbbing between my legs, but I feigned indifference when I shrugged. “Big deal. I went six years without sex.” I let my voice soften to a teasing note and hoped they heard the threat underneath. “Remember?”

“That was before we fucked you,” Rich reminded me. I turned my head in time to see that his attention was no longer on his phone. He was watching me while a threat of his own rose in his eyes.

“Your point?”

Rich smiled like a predator warning off his prey. “You won’t last six more days, much less six years.

“Is that a dare?” As soon as the words left my lips, I remembered a forgotten detail, an unfulfilled promise that I intended for them to keep. Turning to Loren, who was now lying on his elbow, I studied him. “There is a solution if you’re feeling so hard up.”

He perked a brow as he looked up at me.

“You said you’re not particular about gender. I said no other women. The three of you made it extremely clear that this was a closed relationship when all I did was tell Xavier that blue was his color.” Loren was still staring at me, giving me no indication that he was catching my drift. Huffing, I decided to spell it out for him. “We never made rules on what you do with each other.”

I could dare Loren since he lost that race in Vancouver, but something told me I wouldn’t have to. Loren and Rich had already crossed that line when they kissed. It happened so naturally, I had to wonder if it wasn’t their first time.

I watched Loren’s lips slowly spread before his attention shot over to Rich.

“Is it me, or was this her plan all along?” He shifted his gaze back to me before Rich could answer. “You didn’t have to deprive us of your pussy to get what you want, baby fawn. Even if we hadn’t fucked before, right here, in this very bed you’re sitting on,” he said, dropping more than one bomb without preamble, only pointed pauses, “we still would have given you high doses of whatever the fuck you want. Houston, too, though it’s not his thing.”

Rising from the bed, Loren took my chin between his fingers once he was on his feet and tilted my head back.

“He already threatened to top me if I don’t behave. Did you know that?” he teased.

I shook my head.

“I’m almost excited to see him try if it gets you as wet as I’m sure you are right now.”

Loren was right.

I was ruining my panties with each word he spoke.

“Rich, get over here,” he ordered without looking away from me.

I couldn’t see him with Loren’s body blocking my view, but I heard the sheets on the twin bed rustle and his soft footsteps on the wooden floor. A moment later, Jericho stood next to Loren while they both towered over me.

Loren turned his head, meeting Jericho’s gaze, and gave him another order. “Kiss me.”

Heat enflamed my stomach when neither of them hesitated. Their lips crashed together with a desperation that wasn’t there the first time I witnessed them together. Loren’s hand left my face when he used it to pull Rich closer. They weren’t shy about using their tongues either or as careful with each other as they were with me.

Loren pulled away first, and the dominance in his gaze sent an excited chill down my spine. Admittedly, I was also a little jealous of Rich. This time he’d get to feel it instead of me.

“You remember how I like it, don’t you?”

The drummer nodded at Loren’s softly spoken question and slowly reached for his belt. He knew what his best friend wanted and didn’t have to be told twice. They started kissing again, teasing each other with their lips as Rich shoved his hand down Loren’s jeans.

I knew the moment he wrapped his hand around Loren’s cock. The shudder Loren released mingled with my whimper at not being able to see as Rich stroked him inside his jeans.

Loren started to yank the buttons on his crisp, white shirt free while staring coldly at his best friend. “I’m hard, Noble. You can stop toying with my dick like a virgin now and get on your knees. I want that pretty little mouth.”

Rich didn’t respond as he roughly shoved Loren onto the bed next to me. The bassist was lying on his back and looking at me now, lust clouding his black gaze as Rich dropped to his knees in my peripheral. “Come here, baby.”

I went to him without question, and our lips crashed together with a hungry moan from us both. We were still kissing when Loren shuddered moments later and released my lips suddenly with an, “Ah, fuck.”

My gaze shot to the edge of the bed where Rich was kneeling between Loren’s legs with his mouth full of his best friend’s cock.

I’d teased them with the idea but seeing it unfold before me…seeing Loren and Rich gaze into each other’s eyes while they gave and took pleasure from one another…

Rich was right.

I wouldn’t last six more days.

I wasn’t sure I’d make it six more minutes.

“Fuck, I forgot how good you were at this,” Loren said with a groan as he tossed his head back.

His abs contracted each time Rich deep throated him—something I hadn’t been able to master yet—and each time, I felt my control slip and fought the urge to touch myself or beg one of them to do it. I wanted to fuck, and I wanted to be fucked, but right now, only my need to watch them together mattered.

“Braxton.” It was hard forcing myself to look away from Rich’s bobbing head and Loren’s thrusting hips as he gripped inky black hair and fucked his mouth. “There should be lube in the nightstand,” Loren informed me when our eyes finally met. “Get it for me, baby.”

Nodding, I crawled to the nightstand between the twin beds. I didn’t dare stand. My legs wouldn’t support me.

Yanking open the drawer, I found the lube and returned to my boyfriends with it in tow. Loren took the bottle from me and his dick from Rich before sitting up. I didn’t miss the regret in Loren’s eyes as he brushed the messy black strands from his best friend’s forehead while looking down at him.

“I’m sorry,” Loren whispered out of the blue.

Rich’s lips parted, telling me he was just as surprised as me though maybe not as in the dark. His silver gaze shot over to me, and then he gulped when I saw the guilt in them.

It was then that I knew what Loren meant and why Jericho now look worried about my reaction.

Loren was apologizing for Emily.

He’d sabotaged his best friend’s marriage, and until now, he hadn’t felt remorse. Rather than anger or jealousy, I felt relief. There was only hope for this next step forward blooming in my chest. I didn’t want her hanging over their heads or standing between them anymore.

I smiled at Rich and nodded as a single, happy tear slipped. I was not about this new crying life.

“It’s okay,” Rich whispered back. “I forgave you a long time ago.”

Only now, Loren deserved it.

Rich lifted at the same time that Loren leaned down, and they shared another kiss. This one was tender, making me wonder if there might one day be room for more than just friendship and attraction between them. Neither of them saw my devious smile as they continued to kiss.

They both stood, and I got comfortable on my stomach with my feet up and my chin in my palms as I watched them undress each other. It was like I wasn’t even here, and I was okay with that.

I felt like a voyeur.

“We haven’t forgotten about you,” Rich warned me, bursting my bubble as he sauntered fully naked now over to the bed.

I couldn’t even focus on the threat because I was too busy studying every dip and hard ridge that made up his body. He was the leanest of the three, but the natural definition of his muscles and abs was no less impressive.

And then there was that monster between his legs.

What he lacked in muscle, he more than made up for with his cock.

I flooded my panties at the thought of feeling him inside of me again as he lifted me onto my knees and disposed of my dress.

“Rich—”

“Shh. I just want to feel you,” he reassured me before his lips quirked. “It’s been a while, and I’ve only done this once. I might need the distraction.”

I heard what sounded like a top popping open and looked over his shoulder to see Loren squirting lube into his palm as he stared at Rich with nothing but lust and intent.

Oh.

Well, in that case.

I let Rich undress me until I was as naked as them. He then maneuvered me until I was lying on my side with my back flush against the wall to make as much room on the narrow twin for him and Loren. I was facing him when he joined me on the bed.