She didn’t want to be a good girl. And she wanted Dag to know that. The sexual tension that had been building inside her for the last week, so much that fast, hard sex with Chris in the shower and even up against the bedroom door had still not quite satisfied her, was leading her into doing naughty things. A heavy ache pulsed in her pelvis.

She took a step back, lifting up her dress. She glanced at Dag, who stood there watching them with scorching intensity, his mouth a tight line of self-control.

“Nice,” Chris said. “Don’t you think, Dag?”

“Very nice.”

Her panties were a band of pink lace around her hips. She bit her bottom lip, knowing how wet they were. Dag smiled at her. Her fingers trembled, clutching the fabric of her dress.

“You haven’t told her, have you?” Dag looked at Chris.

Chris’s eyes met Dag’s. Kassidy’s gaze darted back and forth between them.

“Told me what?”

“No,” Chris said.

“Are you afraid Kassidy will be shocked?” Dag continued. “Because she is a good girl.”

“Told me what?”

Chris’s eyes narrowed and his body tensed next to her. Dag’s eyes gleamed and his wicked smile made her body pulse again.

“Told you…” Dag’s gaze moved over her face. “About the threesomes we used to have.”

Her mouth did drop open a little. Okay, she wasn’t naïve, but the idea that Chris and Dag had done that…gave her a jolt. She turned to Chris.

He gave her a sheepish little smile. “It was a long time ago.”

Wow.

She wasn’t jealous. She knew Chris had had girlfriends before her. She even knew some of them. They were all done and gone before she came along.

“Does that disgust you, Kassidy?” Dag asked.

“No.” She had to close her eyes against the wave of heated arousal that shimmered through her body, a sharp, forbidden thrill.

“Or does it turn you on?”

How could she admit that to Dag…to Chris!

She met Chris’s gaze. “It turns me on.”

“Oh sweetie.” Chris’s voice was a groan.

They were just talking about it. It wasn’t like they were going to do it.

“Who did you do it with?” The words slid out of her mouth.

They exchanged a glance then Chris said, “It doesn’t matter who, sweetheart. Like I said, it was a long time ago. Before you.”

Curiosity scorched her. She wanted to know what happened—who did what to whom. The idea of two men making love to her at the same time seemed incredibly hot. Her skin tingled and tightened with electric pulses of heat and longing.

Their eyes met once again, exchanging some kind of wordless communication. She wanted to know what they were thinking. What if they wanted to do it? What if they wanted to share her, like they apparently had shared girls before?

A moan leaked out of her. Her breasts swelled and ached, her nipples tingled and her pussy clenched hard at the idea of being with two men.

Chris was such a conservative guy, she could hardly believe what they were telling her. His earlier revelation that he wanted to watch her with someone else had been a prelude to this shocker. But then he looked into her eyes and sparkles shot through her body at the question she saw on his face.

It wasn’t because of her sister. She had nothing to prove to Hailey. Kassidy was her own person and comfortable with how she lived her life. But at that moment, she wanted to be the bad girl. She wanted excitement. She wanted that adrenaline rush that Dag got from taking risks, making dangerous business deals, jumping out of airplanes. And she wanted Dag.

She licked her lips and turned her attention to Dag. He watched her with hot, predatory eyes, his beautifully shaped mouth smiling slightly, and she knew he wanted her too. She’d known it all along.

She would never cheat on Chris. Never. She’d never been tempted, not even once. If he wanted this, it wouldn’t be cheating. But it was the baddest thing she’d ever contemplated doing in her entire, careful life.

Once again she met her boyfriend’s eyes. “Do you want to?” he finally asked out loud.

She couldn’t do it. She wanted to. How could she do something like that? Arousal swelled and burned inside her, and she countered, “Do you want to?”

It was clear they both wanted to, but were each afraid to say it. Afraid of what the other would think. What it would mean.

“Jump,” Dag said.

Kassidy knew exactly what he meant after their conversation about skydiving. How you could analyze and debate the pros and cons, consider everything before making a decision. Sometimes you just had to do it. And deal with the consequences after.

“Yes,” she breathed.

“Fuck,” Dag muttered.

This could be the biggest mistake she’d ever made.

I don’t think I can do this. The words seemed loud in her head, but she hadn’t spoken them out loud. Determination to be bad, to show Dag, the rebel, she could be bad too, mingled with a desire to equally prove to Chris that she wasn’t shocked by the revelation about his past, and she was just as up for naughty fun as he was.

But uncertainty weakened her knees, made her hands tremble. She had no idea what to do. The arousal that had heated her earlier had been crowded out by nerves. They stood there in the living room, in the dark, the lamp in the corner the only illumination.

“Why?” she asked.

They looked back at her. “Why what?” Dag said.

“Why did you do it?”

Another shared look that reminded her of their long—and apparently intimate—history. “I don’t know,” Dag said. “I guess there were girls we both liked and we wanted to share.”

A gazillion questions bounced around in her brain. Were there serious feeling involved? How did that work? Wasn’t there jealousy? Or were those girls just slutty whores who slept with two guys for the fun of it?

Oh stop. She couldn’t think of those girls as slutty whores because she was about to become one of them. There was nothing wrong about enjoying the pleasure of sex with two gorgeous men, especially when one was the man she loved and the other was someone he cared about and trusted.

“I never thought a lot about why,” Chris said. “It just seemed like the thing to do.”

Dag had turned to look at Chris when he spoke. His eyes moved as he studied his friend, his eyebrows drawn, his mouth tense, his hands in loose fists, and Kassidy sensed emotions inside him, inside Dag, expanding. His chest lifted and his Adam’s apple moved as he swallowed.

Something inside her caught, twisted. And she realized she wasn’t just doing this for herself. She was doing it for them.

Dag couldn’t believe they were doing this. What the fuck had happened tonight?

He studied Chris, wanting to know what was going on in his friend’s head. Yeah, they’d shared girls before, but never someone one of them had actually had a real relationship with. And much as he wanted to do it, for so very many reasons, he didn’t want Chris and Kassidy to jeopardize their relationship for…this.

But Kassidy’s eyes were hazy and full of lust, her body practically quivering with need. Her mouth tempted him, Christ, he had to have it, taste it.

And he’d get to be with Chris while he was doing it.

Complex emotions rose and fell in him, fragments of thoughts spun away even as he tried to marshal them together into coherency. But his balls were on fire, his dick so hard it hurt, and all those hormones pounding through him were destroying his ability to resist temptation.

He moved toward Kassidy, standing next to Chris, and Chris moved too so they stood like they had on the dance floor, him behind her, the sweet curve of her ass pressing into him, Chris in front of her. Dag started at her shoulders, dragged his hands over slender bones down the soft skin of her arms, onto her hips. His fingers dug into the warm resilience of her flesh beneath the silky dress. She’d let the hem drop so her ass was covered once again, but he’d seen the sweetness that was under there and wanted to touch it.