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Nate reached over toward the bottle of lube and slicked both of us up. “Tell me if it’s too much, babe,” Nate said as he positioned himself at my back entrance. “Fuck,” I moaned as he slid slowly into me. The sensation of being stretched by both of them was more intense than I’d ever imagined. The sexual satisfaction of being filled by them I expected, but I didn’t expect the emotion of the three of us being physically joined, so close, so intimate, to be so completely overwhelming that I felt tears spring to my eyes.

“Are you okay, baby? Does that hurt?” Rex’s deep baritone asked, his palm cradling my cheek. Nate stopped moving until I answered. “I-I’m perfect,” I answered, “I just love you both so much.” He exhaled in relief, his long arms reaching along my sides to clasp Nate’s strong thighs as Nate began to thrust again from behind. We made love for the next hour, three lovers tangled into each other, my body the conduit between the hearts and bodies of the two finest men I’ve ever known. That night, and many others just like it, I knew I was the luckiest girl on earth.





Chapter Eighteen




“So things have changed?” My question hung in the air like a puff of smoke. I sat across from the somber Rex in a café in Bogotá. Nate was down the street shopping for some computer part he needed. The air was humid and thick, the beginning of Colombian summer bearing down.

He took a slow sip from his steaming mug of black coffee, swallowing as if savoring a sip of fine bourbon. “I’m not sure when it happened, but it happened. I want him, like I want you—in that way. At least, when you’re there, the lines are blurred.”

We’d been locked together in bliss since Rex came home—the three of us in love, oblivious to the morals and standards of the world back home. Rex had allowed Nate to express his feelings physically, but always through oral sex. The night before, however, had been different.

We’d come to the city two days prior to spend a weekend away from the remote compound we called home. Rex indulged us with an urban break—restaurants, bars, shopping, and maid service. Nate and I loved life on King Rex Island, but we were also young city-dwellers at heart, and Bogotá was the sort of eclectic melting pot of chaos that he knew we’d enjoy. Rex merely tolerated it, but did enjoy watching us cavort like carefree young adults.

The night prior, Nate and I spent the evening partying at a hot local dance club. Rex refused to go with us. “Loud, smoky bars just aren’t my thing,” he said when I whined for him to join us. When we got back from a night of grinding our bodies for hours on the sticky dance floor, Rex was waiting up in a large side chair, his usual tumbler of whiskey in his right hand. “I wish you’d have been there,” I said to him as I wiped off my eye makeup. “I wanted to grind my hips between the two sexiest men in Colombia.” Nate unbuttoned his shirt as Rex looked up from some book he was reading—a hard cover, written in Spanish.

“He can’t dance, Pen,” Nate said as he unfastened the heavy Rolex from around his wrist.

“What the fuck? Of course I can dance.” Rex stood up from his chair.

“This is news to me,” Nate said with a shrug.

“It’s Colombia, for fuck’s sake—my hips don’t lie!”

Nate and I groaned at Rex’s tired Shakira reference, but he ignored us and walked to the center of the large hotel suite, kicking an oversized velvet ottoman to the side. He held up his right hand to me in a classic, “Shall we dance?” pose.

I shook my head no, fighting peals of laughter. “I can’t… I’ll pee my pants!”

He pointed his scolding index finger at me, before turning to the blushing Nate.

“Scared?” he taunted, adding, “Can the pretty boy cut a rug?”

“Oh my God!” I squealed, snorting like a teenager.

“This is messed up,” Nate said through his laughter, walking toward Rex.

“I’m not talking about that gyrating shit you did at the club. I mean actual moves!”



“What music do you want?” I asked. Nate’s hand was in Rex’s raised right one, their arms laced around each other’s waists. Seeing their bodies so close, my mood went from amused to downright horny.

“On my phone there’s a Latin dance playlist—just pick any of those.” Rex’s eyes never left Nate’s, their bodies so close I could barely concentrate on the music. My eyes wandered to where their crotches touched. With a click on Rex’s phone, the lyrical tones of a song named Tango Al Dente poured from the device. “Let me lead,” Rex said quietly to Nate as he twisted his hips. “I always do,” Nate flirted, his lean body flawlessly mimicking the swerving motion of Rex’s torso.

One foot, then the other, and within seconds my men were gliding across the floor, Nate effortlessly keeping up with Rex’s fluid tango moves. Their bodies melded together as one as they moved—large, masculine, and sensually intertwined. I fell onto the overstuffed sofa in the living room of the hotel suite, watching them dance and craving them so badly I could feel the moisture soak my lace panties.

The music ended and the men stopped moving, but didn’t let go of each other. Rex held Nate close, cheek to cheek, for several long moments before they reluctantly parted. “That was epic,” Nate breathed as he sank into the sofa next to me. I fell into him. “I loved that,” I sighed. I reached down to pull off my stilettos, rubbing my feet from the long night of dancing.

Rex knelt down in front of me, his strong fingers taking over as he massaged my feet. “So next time, I’ll pick the place and we’ll do that kind of dancing—deal?”

“Deal,” we both answered without hesitation.



“I’m going to bed,” Rex said, stepping out of his shoes and walking toward the bedroom. “First one in here is getting fucked.”

I looked at Nate, my eyes wide. “Go!” I urged.

“He didn’t mean it, babe. He won’t even really kiss me.”

“But what if…?” I raised an eyebrow, the thought driving me wild with need.

I’d noticed Rex getting more and more sexual with Nate. There’d been more touching, a growing physical closeness ever since he’d come home from the hospital. Change was in the air, and I could sense it whether they did or not.

“Come on, let’s go together,” I said, reaching for Nate’s hand.



Rex stood naked next to the bed—a bottle of his favorite lube placed on the duvet as Nate and I walked in together arm in arm.

“Ah, a tie,” he said. “Good plan…good for me, anyway. Strip and do it quickly.”

He pointed to the plush green carpet. “On your knees, both of you,” he commanded. It was typical for Rex to begin with Nate and I kneeled in front of him, pleasuring him with our mouths, either one at a time or together. It had become standard Rex foreplay, two eager tongues lavishing attention on the giant cock they adored. But tonight, Rex ended the tongue bath quickly, directing me to lie on my back on the edge of the bed.

He deftly removed all of the metal piercing the shaft of his cock except the one along the ridge underneath—I’d never seen him take that one out. I asked him why once, and he simply answered, “It feels too fucking good.”

“Lick her,” he said to Nate, casually pointing to my flooded pussy. I spread my legs wide as Nate’s talented tongue drove me to the brink of orgasm. Rex removing the metal meant he had plans for my ass—but he usually only did that after I’d come several times.

Nate’s tongue drove me to ecstasy as Rex hovered over me from the side, his teeth pulling a nipple as I groaned and struggled for more. I was in heaven, two mouths and twenty fingers licking, fucking, sucking, pulling, and kissing overwhelmed me with carnal pleasure until I begged them to stop—my release so complete it exhausted me.

“Fuck her. Hard.” Rex barked at Nate.

I was still shuddering from my climax when Nate’s long cock pounded into me, time and time again. Rex knelt on the bed behind him, spreading the slippery lube over his thick cock as he watched. Nate stopped thrusting, burying himself deep inside me as Rex leaned over his strong back to kiss me. Our three faces were touching as Rex’s tongue slid across mine.

Nate groaned as Rex bit my lower lip. I could feel the movement, but Nate wasn’t thrusting—Rex was…into Nate.

Rex’s lips didn’t leave mine as he slid his well-lubed hardness into Nate, an erotic moan from Nate vibrating across my chest. The moment was too hot—I had to watch. I pulled back from Rex’s kiss, my view obscured by Nate lying on top of me, his throbbing cock impaling me. With both large hands, Rex spread Nate wide, slamming into his virgin ass with more force than he’d ever fucked me with.

Nate’s face rose to mine, his cock resuming its punishing thrust into my clenching pussy. His steel-blue eyes misted over with lust as he sank his sharp teeth into the side of my neck, bringing me to yet another thundering orgasm. Rex pulled him up by his shoulders, wrenching Nate’s bite from the delicate skin of my throat. “Watch,” Rex snapped at me. Nate hovered over me, his cock hard and slick from our shared arousal. I leaned up the best I could with Nate’s heavy torso braced across mine, watching as Rex fucked him. Hard, then agonizingly slow, the rhythm changing as he edged both of their climaxes. The look in both of their eyes was pure desire—Rex wasn’t just giving Nate what he wanted, he was fucking him because he craved it, too.