Chris lifted a hand to rub his chest as he watched, noting Dag’s hips lifting, his breathing quicken. He was going to come. Would Kassidy swallow? She always did with him, but she’d confessed once he was the first guy she’d ever done that with.

“Ah, baby,” Dag groaned.

Chris reached around under her, found her clit, which jumped at his touch. He rubbed, her soft cries distant through the roaring in his ears. Her pussy rippled and convulsed around his dick and he knew she was coming again.

He stayed on his knees between her legs and fucked her, throwing his hips against her ass again and again, the tight drag and pull of her cunt on his cock sending sparks cascading over his body in heat and light, in electric tingles that grew at the base of his spine then raced outward as pleasure exploded in him and he poured it into Kassidy.

“Oh hell, I’m coming,” Dag grunted. “Fuck. Oh yeah…” And with a stretched-out rough groan, he held Kassidy’s head against him. She held him there, inside her, taking it all, then lifted her head. Dag reached over with his index finger, swiped something off her face, his come no doubt, and popped it into her mouth.

“Fuck,” Dag muttered. “Holy shit.”

Chris’s orgasm wrenched at him, his skin crawling with waves of pleasure, his head spinning as Kassidy bent her head and licked over Dag’s cock delicately, and then pressed the sweetest kiss right to the tip, making Dag shiver.

That was hot. Fucking hot.

“Oh man.” Chris slumped forward over Kassidy, sweat beading on his brow and chest, heart thudding, lungs straining for air. His cock continued to pulse inside her, and she continued to clasp him with small, tight contractions. “Oh man, sweetheart. That was fast. Sorry.”

“That’s okay.”

She’d gotten another orgasm out of it, so sure, it was okay. Dag shifted to the side, Chris slowly pulled out of her slick heat, and the three of them stretched out on the bed, bodies pressed together at their sides. Chris laid his hand on Kassidy’s back, his fingers brushing what he realized was Dag’s hand, also stroking her. He turned his face into her hair, just breathing in her scent.

“You guys,” Kassidy whispered. “What you did to me…”

“Oh yeah. You deserve it, sweetheart. You’re so damn hot and sweet.”

“I’ve never… Oh god.”

Chris lifted his head and smoothed her hair off her face, smiling down at her. “Good?”

“So good.” She blinked at him then she turned her head to Dag, lying there watching them, his hand still resting on the small of her back.

“C’mere,” Dag said. And he moved his face toward her and kissed her. As their mouths joined, Chris stroked a hand down her sleek back, over the curve of her ass then back up. Awe and amazement swelled in him, along with a touch of disbelief that this had happened.

He’d thought that had all ended when Dag had left. And he was being completely honest when he said he hadn’t missed it. The threesomes. Because there was nobody else he’d ever do it with. And now, only Kassidy. Just these two people who meant the most to him and who he now shared with each other.

Kassidy awoke in the morning to a feeling of heavy heat, surrounded by two men in the king-size bed.

Oh dear god. She was in bed with two men.

What had they done?

She squeezed her eyes closed and her body tensed as if trying to shrink away from the two male naked bodies on either side of her. Images ran through her mind, reliving highlights of last night, and she almost groaned aloud.

She searched inside herself for her feelings about all this, trying to figure them out. Because she had a lot of feelings and they were all tangled up into a mass inside her and indecipherable. She guessed that was called confusion.

There was no denying the arousal that lingered, low down in her womb, an insistent throb that couldn’t possibly mean she wanted more sex. Could it? Holy crap. She’d had three orgasms last night by the time they fell asleep and that was a first. Her body tingled at the thought.

Chris. Oh god, Chris. Terror at what he might be feeling today gripped her and stole her breath. But as she went over things in her mind, she knew he’d wanted to do it too. Unless her memory was playing tricks on her, she didn’t think it was a case of him being pushed to do something he didn’t want. Truly, he’d made her feel strong and special and amazing for doing that. She’d seen no signs of jealousy, just…arousal.

If she’d done anything that would hurt Chris, she didn’t think she could survive it. If he woke up and was upset about this, she was going to die. She couldn’t shake the vague guilty feeling that she’d cheated on him with his best friend. Except he’d been right there, participating. She pressed a hand to her stomach, quivering with nerves.

And with even more guilt, she had to admit she’d enjoyed every minute of it. Which was also freaking her out a bit.

What did that say about her, the fact that she’d enjoyed it so much? The pleasure of having two men focus all their attention on her, telling her how beautiful she was, how hot, how sexy, knowing they couldn’t keep their hands off her, knowing when they got inside her they came so fast and hard there was no question that she’d aroused them.

That was about the hottest thing of all.

She stretched her aching body, trying not to disturb the sleeping men, her thighs sticky and sore. Even her jaw twinged a little, from giving two blow jobs, and oh dear god, Dag had a huge cock.

Dag. What about him? How was he going to feel today? For some reason she wasn’t so concerned about him, and it wasn’t that she didn’t care about him, it was more a feeling that he’d been the instigator, and that his wicked bad-boy image meant he’d likely done this before and thought nothing of it.

Of course, Chris had done it before too.

That boggled her mind. She turned her head on the pillow to look first at Chris then at Dag, his dark face soft in sleep, his jaw shaded with stubble, the wicked look replaced with vulnerability. She longed to reach out and brush his hair off his forehead or rub her fingers over that sexy tattoo on his arm but she restrained herself.

Who was this man? This man who walked back into their lives and had them doing depraved, sinful things. Chris and Kassidy, the poster couple for nice and normal, nothing but vanilla and commitment.

Would they do that again? Or was that just a one-time, hot-as-sin night of decadent pleasure? What did this all mean? What would happen now?

As she studied Dag, his eyelashes fluttered, long and dark against his high cheekbones, and then he opened his eyes. His mouth tipped up at the corners when he saw her.

“Kassidy.” His voice was a low rasp.

She gave him a tremulous smile back, filled with uncertainty.

He reached for her, not saying another word, pulled her head down to his chest and wrapped his arms around her, so big, so strong, so hot.

“Are you okay?” he whispered to her.

“I don’t know.”

For a moment they were silent as he stroked her hair. The tenderness of the gesture eased some of the panic fluttering inside her. “Are you regretting what we did?” he finally asked.

“I-I’m not sure.” How could she tell him that it depended on Chris’s reaction? That was her biggest fear, that Chris would see her differently, or be pissed off that she’d gone along with things and actually given his best friend a blow job. Her stomach tightened unpleasantly.

“Lots of people would think this is wrong,” Dag said. “Immoral. Evil.”

“Um. Yeah.”

“I’ve done things that are bad. Really bad.”

“You have?” She stared at him, concern pinching her eyebrows together.

“Yeah. Things I’m not going to talk about. I just want you to know that when I did those things, I felt…bad. Degraded. Like I wanted to puke, sometimes.”