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Astrophysicist Meredith Burke's professional life is perfect. Her personal life is another story. Years ago, a ménage with the man she loved and his roommate left her with a broken heart and a secret. She hasn't trusted anyone since, but when she meets rugged hunting guide Charlie Connor she figures she doesn't need to. He's got "one-night stand" written all over him.

After one night with Meredith, Charlie needs more. She's intoxicating, and shockingly willing to give him total control of her body. When she agrees to spend an entire week with him at the lodge where he works, it's more than he'd hoped for. But Blaine Bridges, Charlie's best friend and boss, has his own secrets.

Blaine hasn't seen Meredith since that disastrous encounter eight years ago, but he still has feelings for her. Now she's dating his best friend, the man he wants for himself. When Meredith invites him to join in their naughty play, his pleasure is all-consuming. But will the secrets they all hold close destroy a beautiful beginning or bring these three lovers closer than they ever imagined?

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Chapter One

Beer wasn’t Meredith’s mind-altering substance of choice. That would be wine or a fruity mixed drink, heavy on the fruit. Unfortunately her preferences put her in the minority among college students. Her boyfriend, who was busy knocking shoulders with his roommate as they played a video game, fit neatly into the majority. The bitter brew did relax her when she neared the bottom of the can. And that was where she was—feeling pretty damn good. Euphoric, even.

Dylan was wonderful. Smart, although not as smart as she was. But then, she was a freak. He was good-looking. California blond and tanned. Silver blue eyes. And he loved her. Her. After years with her nose pressed against the window, she’d finally been invited to the party, metaphorically speaking. She still couldn’t believe it.

Hey, baby, come sit between us. Dude is kicking my ass. I need your good luck, Dylan said without taking his eyes from the TV. And can you bring me another beer?

Sure thing, she drawled as she scurried on four-inch heels to the small dorm fridge tucked between the desks in the dim room. You want one, Blaine?

Blaine glanced over his shoulder, smiling. She kinda loved his mouth. It was wide, so even when he wasn’t smiling, he looked like he was. His blue eyes were a better indicator of his emotions, but his lips were so compelling she had to remind herself not to stare at them. That’d be great, sweetness.

Carrying three cans, she wiggled into the narrow space between them on the low foam couch. It was a typical dorm room. Bunk beds on one side. Two desks on the other. In the middle of the wall between the beds and the desks, the electronics. Clothes piled everywhere. Books. She’d picked up the trash when she’d arrived. The mess bothered her, but it was worth enduring to be with Dylan. It was time to wash his sheets, and she considered sneaking out to do it while the boys played their game. Then they’d be clean for later tonight. She wondered if Blaine would leave or if he’d pretend to sleep in his top bunk. His sometimes presence when they made love had been uncomfortable at first. But now...well, now it was just hot.

They could have been brothers. From the back she had difficulty telling them apart. Size, coloring, like bookends. But they weren’t related. Just good friends. Another woman might have been jealous of their friendship. Not Meredith. She was happy to share it, happy even being jostled between them as they fought for dominance in the shoot-’em-up game on the smallish flat panel TV. Happy enough that she wasn’t in any hurry to head to the laundry room. Instead, she continued sipping her beer. Their soft cotton shirts brushed her bare arms. Their muscular, denim-clad thighs trapped and pressed her legs together. Their sweat moistened the air in the room and gave it a musty, locker-room scent. Not unpleasant. At least, not to her. It was just another indicator of social acceptance. Proof that she had a life beyond her brain.

She’d finished her second can of beer, and it was after midnight by the time they shut down the game. Dylan tossed the controller on the floor then wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her into his lap. How you feelin’, baby?

She sighed the word that had been uppermost in her mind all night. Wonderful.

He nuzzled the side of her neck. You are so fuckin’ hot.

She didn’t say anything, just tried to catch her breath as his hand swept across her chest above the tight pink cami. Through half-closed eyes, Blaine watched them. His lips were slightly parted, his chest rising and falling as quickly as hers.

Know who else thinks you’re hot? Dylan asked.

She couldn’t imagine. Still found it hard to believe that Dylan was into her. Huh-uh, she said breathlessly.

Blaine. His whisper tickled her ear.

The admission stunned her. She didn’t know what to say.

Dylan chuckled. Know what he wants for graduation?

Most grads wanted a job or acceptance to grad school. But Blaine had already been accepted into law school and would begin in eight months. Until then, he was interning with a firm in Houston. Hmm, a gift card to Starbucks? she said, pitching her voice high and giggly.

Dylan’s lips brushed her neck. No, baby. He wants you.

She blinked, confused for a moment. But then her heart lurched and her breath caught. No, she must have misunderstood. It wasn’t uncommon for her to experience confusion in social situations. Maybe that was why the ditzy blonde persona she’d adopted worked so well for her.

I told him it was okay with me if it was okay with you.

What do you mean? she managed to squeak and then tried to breathe while she waited for his answer.

Dylan murmured in her ear. He wants to fuck you.

He was giving her to his roommate? She had to be missing something. Her heart thudded in her ears, and she tried to swallow past her suddenly dry mouth.

He can’t have you alone. You’re my girl.

She loved it when he said that. He loved her, wanted her. But still... Are you sure?

His fingers slipped beneath her shirt, where he cupped her breast and teased her nipple. She became light-headed. Blaine watched, didn’t even pretend to avert his gaze. They’d never done anything this blatant in front of him, not where he could actually see them.

I mean, wouldn’t it— as sensation shot to her swollen and wet pussy, she bit back a moan, —bother you?

My best bud and my best girl? Fuckin’ hot. And I’ll be with you. It’s not like you’ll be doing it behind my back. It’ll be the three of us together. Both of us inside you.

She tried to think. It was difficult with his hand on her breast and Blaine’s hot gaze taking in everything.

He’s only imagined these, he said, dipping his head and taking a puckered nipple between his teeth. The moist heat of his mouth seeped through her shirt. I want him to see them. His hand slid out and he teased the edge of her cami. Can I show him? He tugged the stretchy fabric down to the edge of her nipple, and cool air washed over the fleshy top of her breast. Just a little preview.

She arched her back, thrusting her breasts forward, desperate for Dylan to expose her. A whimper escaped before she could clamp it off. Now they’d know how much she wanted this. There was no mistaking her hunger.

"You wanna do it, baby? You wanna show him?"

Her head rolled back and forth. She wanted him to do it. She wanted him to bare her. If she had to do it herself, she’d die of embarrassment. She couldn’t.

The fabric caught on the hardened nipple. He jerked, and it was suddenly free to Blaine’s hot gaze.

Touch yourself. Show him what you like.

The good girl played tug of war with her desires as her hand crept over her belly, her ribs. She cupped her breast in her palm and lightly pinched her nipple, sending pulses of pleasure to her pussy.

Dylan’s hand skimmed down her belly until he reached the waist of her jeans, where he paused as if waiting for permission. Blaine froze. He didn’t even breathe. His gaze was duct-taped to Dylan’s hand.

She caught her lower lip between her teeth, and her hips twitched against his hand. This was it. The breasts were nothing. A peep show. But if she bared her pussy, she was RSVPing yes to their invitation.

She wanted this. Both of them. Had even fantasized about it while Blaine listened from that top bunk. She’d imagined him joining them. Not just watching, although that thought had always been enough to make her come. But touching her, licking her, fucking her.

Dylan unsnapped and unzipped her jeans.

She closed her eyes and held her breath, waiting for his touch, knowing Blaine was watching and hoping that tonight he could join them. Dylan’s hand slipped under her panties and touched her pussy. She drank in the air she’d been withholding in anticipation. Her head dropped back, and her hips arched into his fingers. He rolled her clit, and she held her breath again as she teetered on the edge, stretching, grasping for the full, nova-like climax that was just—

He stopped, abandoning her clit and leaving her so frustrated she whimpered. But he wasn’t done torturing her. He shifted her until her back rested against his chest. Both hands free, he grasped the hem of her shirt and lifted it, inch by agonizing inch. What do you say, baby? Are you in?

She hesitated, although she wanted it. She shouldn’t. She knew that. Society said it was wrong. Of course, society said a lot of things were wrong, even when science proved wrong was right.

She wanted this. The evidence manifested itself in her body’s every physical response. Increased respiration and heart rate. The sensitivity of her skin. But her arid mouth and the good girl inside her prevented her from admitting it. She managed to tuck her chin, a small nod of agreement. She desperately hoped they understood because she didn’t think she could bring herself to say it.

Dylan whisked the shirt over her head. The cool air bathing her heated skin, their eyes on her... Oh God, oh God, oh God.

Dylan cupped both breasts in his hands, massaging them, plumping them, warming them. Then he rolled her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, and the direct line to her cunt was overwhelmed with electrical impulses. Her hips rose, fucking air.

Dylan’s chuckle was low and sexy, vibrating against her back. I swear she’s gonna lose it before you even touch her, dude.

Her eyelids were languid and heavy, but she managed to crack them. Blaine was dragging his shirt over his head, revealing his smooth chest, flat belly, the line of dusty blond hair that disappeared behind the fly of his jeans. Flawless.

He leaned over her until his hands sank into the couch next to Dylan’s thighs. His muscular quad pressed against her sex. She ground against him, but it wasn’t enough. She wanted to see his cock, to feel its hot, heavy length against her naked cunt.

Blaine licked her nipple then sucked it into his mouth, along with Dylan’s fingers. She arched off Dylan’s chest, panting so hard she was in danger of hyperventilating. She’d never seen two men touch that way. It was surprisingly sensual. Tentatively, she lifted her hands to Blaine’s shoulders. His skin was scorching. He stilled as her fingers explored the rises and slopes of his shoulders, his pecs, his arms and lower.

When she brushed his stomach, he jerked and gasped. Fuck. He grabbed her jeans and yanked them over her hips, down her legs and off her feet. Her shoes thumped on the floor. She lay sprawled against Dylan’s chest, her legs spread, the lacy white panties that Dylan preferred her only cover. Blaine’s blue eyes held hers before he lowered his head between her thighs and touched the tip of his tongue to the hood of her clit. She inhaled sharply and dug her fingers into Dylan’s quads. Blaine’s hair tickled the inside of her legs. She tilted her hips, seeking more of Blaine’s mouth. The wet heat of his tongue drifted to the side then curled around the edge of her panties and slipped underneath. He groaned, grasped the edge with his fingers and bunched the fabric to the side. Then he licked the length of her pussy. Every single nerve awakened. The concentrated itch that normally built to slow climax skipped a few steps. She couldn’t stop it. Didn’t want to stop it. The orgasm stunned her with its speed and intensity. She clamped down on the scream that escaped her, and it turned into a keening moan. He kept licking, forcing more from her. Her walls spasmed around emptiness.

When her heartbeat slowed and her breathing no longer deafened her, Blaine was sitting back on his heels, his eyes feasting on her. She licked her dry lips and ran her palms down her sides over her belly and lower, tempted to sink her fingers inside herself. Her pussy was still twitching. She wasn’t satisfied.

I think she’s overdressed, Blaine said. His hands slid up her thighs, and his smile held her captive. He hooked his fingers in the lace band stretched across her hips and dragged it down as if he had all the time in the world. Millimeter by millimeter. It was torturous, sensuous. Her last layer of protection, peeled away, revealing her smooth pussy.

She lay nude between the two clothed men, her legs spread open wide, her boyfriend’s roommate admiring everything she offered. She’d never, ever done anything like this before. It was wicked. It was delicious. Heady. Only one thing could make it better.

She reached for Blaine’s button fly, released the four buttons and parted the denim to reveal his cock. It strained toward her, blue veins crisscrossing like a road map. It was a shade lighter than his golden skin, a burnished red tint underlying. She touched the tip of her forefinger to his belly button. His cock twitched and bobbed in response. She followed the line of hair until she grazed the smooth head. Again it jerked. Blaine shuddered and his eyelids drifted shut. His light brown lashes fluttered. His expression was pure beautiful rapture. Angelic.

Unable to resist, she lifted her hand and brushed her fingers over his cheek, his feathery lashes, his straight nose. Her fingertips grazed his lips, and he opened his eyes. The intensity of his blue gaze gave her pause. In that moment of connection, he kissed the pads of her fingers. The simple gesture touched her heart, reassured her, and something more. That something more worried her, and she refused to examine it. This was sex. Only sex and only this one night. She dropped her hand and wrapped it around his shaft. It felt like a hot metal rod.

Hold that thought, Blaine said. He stood and shucked his jeans.

As he revealed more tantalizing skin and muscles, Dylan caressed her breasts. His strokes were robotic, impersonal, his attention focused on his roommate, not her. She couldn’t blame him. Blaine was beautiful. Not bulky with oversized muscles, but long and lean and taut. Broad shoulders, narrow hips, sinewy runner’s legs. He bent over and dug into the pocket of his discarded jeans. The shift and play of his muscles made her wish she were an artist. Of course Dylan was watching. How could he resist?

Blaine plucked a condom from his jeans. As he rolled it on his mouth-watering cock, Dylan’s heart pounded against her back and his hands froze on her breasts.

Fuck, Dylan breathed. I didn’t—

There was something there she needed to make sense of, but hormones overruled logic, making reason impossible. Emotions ruled. Unadulterated desire triumphed.

Blaine kneeled between her legs and leaned over her, his attention on her and only her. He didn’t seem to notice when Dylan extricated himself and stood. As she sank into the cheap foam couch, Blaine followed her down. He nuzzled the valley between her breasts, increasing its depth by plumping her breasts together. He seemed ever conscious of her nipples’ sensitivity, constantly thumbing and rolling them, teasing first one then the other with his tongue, grazing with his teeth.

His cock settled against her sex, heavy and hot, and she widened her knees and wrapped her legs around his hips to bring him closer.

Dylan slipped back behind and under her, jostling her, his now-bare flesh scorching hers. Blaine jerked his head up, startled. Had he forgotten Dylan?

Blaine quickly recovered and ducked his head to kiss a trail from her breasts to her belly button. He circled her innie then dipped his tongue inside. A sizzling spark shot directly to Meredith’s clit. She’d have never guessed that her belly button was an erogenous zone. Blaine continued lower, and his breath misted over her folds.

Her hips lifted and tilted, straining for his mouth. Dylan took the opportunity to slide further underneath her. His shaft slipped down the cleft of her ass and nestled there. He grasped her thighs, spread them further apart and drew them up until her feet planted outside his hips.

Blaine flattened his tongue on her labia and licked. All thought except the need to orgasm fled. Her body became a tautly stretched mass of awareness, each molecule, each atom anticipating the inevitable explosion while luxuriating in the overload of sensuality. A lick here, a flick of his tongue there before he focused on her clit. Every sensation centered on the growing tickle in that tiny bundle of nerves.

She strained toward him, and Dylan’s cock slipped from behind her. Blaine abandoned her clit and crawled up her body, bracing himself above her with both arms. Dylan’s hand wedged between them and fumbled between their bodies. He wrapped his fingers around both men’s cocks. The sight stunned her. She tensed, expecting Blaine to pull away, expecting their experiment to end before it really started, but Blaine’s moan of pleasure vibrated long and low through her. Their cocks glistened with her juices. Dylan’s masculine hand encircling them was shockingly sexy. Their lengths seemed to hug and kiss, mesmerizing her. Dylan probed her opening with both heads. She watched, fascinated as he pushed, but their cocks fought. Dylan released his and guided Blaine’s inside. She closed her eyes and savored the joining, the intimacy, the vulnerability.

Dylan’s cock nudged her opening, still seeking entrance. He grunted, and the head gained ground, stretching her until she loosened and allowed him to push inside. Her body welcomed them, thrilled at the fullness. Both men’s cocks rubbing together inside her took her breath away.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, Dylan breathed as his fingers dug into her hips. His cock pulsed against her walls, already coming. Baby, that is so good. So. Fucking. Good.

His words barely registered. She was focused on Blaine. His gaze held hers with an intensity she’d never experienced. Pleasure built in her pussy and pelvis. With each thrust, the intensity and need heightened until she closed her eyes and concentrated solely on Blaine’s musky scent, his sweat-dampened skin sliding against hers, the coming orgasm. By unspoken agreement they increased the pace, shortening the thrusts. Meredith held her breath. So close. It was right there. She could almost, almost—

There.

All other senses shut down as the white-hot flame of sensation flashed through her body. No sight. No sound. No scent. Just pure physical pleasure burning her up from the inside out.

The fire slowly receded and died, leaving her aware of the butterfly flutter of Blaine’s cock inside her. She clenched her muscles in response and tightened her legs around him. He lowered his head to rest between her breasts. She grazed his hair with her lips. It wasn’t silky, but coarse. She liked the texture. It was substantial. The strands smelled—she thought about it—soft. No, soft wasn’t a fragrance, but she couldn’t come up with a better description. English too often lacked the perfect word. Were other languages similarly limited?

He lifted his head and his wide, beautiful smile made her heart swell. His eyes weren’t really blue, more green-blue or turquoise. Why hadn’t she realized that before? Her gaze skipped back to his lips. They’d captivated her since their first meeting. How many times had she found herself staring and hoped no one had noticed? But now she traced his mouth with her finger. It was velvety and firm.

He hadn’t kissed her. Was that not allowed? She wanted him to kiss her, craved his lips on hers. She slid her hand behind his head and drew him down. Her eyelids fluttered closed as she anticipated his mouth against hers.

Told you she was hot.

Her eyes flew open. The words splashed against her like ice water. Despite the fact that he was still inside her, she’d forgotten Dylan.

Blaine blinked. His tender smile disappeared, replaced with a cocky grin. You were right, he said, his voice raspy, shaky. He rolled onto the floor, taking his heat with him.

Guilt crept through. How had she forgotten her boyfriend? When Dylan withdrew, a warm, sticky fluid trickled down her bottom and between her thighs.

Before she registered the meaning, Dylan chuckled. Equipment failure. Good thing you’re on the pill. He scooted out from under her and headed to the bathroom.

Suddenly cold to her bones, Meredith sat up, tucked her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms around her legs. Still, she shivered and hugged her legs tighter. She pressed her eyes into her knees, trying to hide, trying to warm up, trying to quell the panic churning in her stomach.

Blaine moved around the room, his footsteps subdued, secretive, but she didn’t pay attention to what he was doing until a nubby blanket settled over her shoulders. He kneeled on the floor in front of her and arranged the blanket until she was completely covered. Then he sat next to her and gathered her against his side.

His heat seeped in, drawing a little of the panic from her. She took a few deep, cleansing breaths. It’s okay, she told herself. You’re okay. Everything’s fine. It was true. It had to be true.

Blaine rubbed his hands over her arms, the friction creating more heat, but she still shivered. Any second her teeth would begin chattering.

She was cold. Blaine’s deep voice startled her, and she jerked guiltily, but his arms tightened, keeping her in their shelter.

Dylan strode to his bottom bunk, yanked off the navy blue blanket and tossed his pillows to the floor. When he stood in front of her again, he took her hands in his and tugged. Come on. On the floor. We’ll warm you up.

She didn’t resist but stumbled to her knees. It jarred her, knocking her teeth together. But it didn’t hurt. The chill had numbed her. He let go, and she slid to her side. Dylan pressed against her back. She crushed the blanket Blaine had wrapped her in to her chest like a lifeline.

Blaine stood, his gaze darting around the room. I’ll just, uh—

Dude, you can’t abandon a damsel in distress, Dylan said. Help me get her warm.

Blaine’s movements were jerky as he lowered himself to his side. He tentatively scooted back against her. She was trapped. Their heat permeated, but she preferred the numbing cold. She struggled to breathe, was afraid to move.

Now she knew why Dylan had penetrated her with dildos, ever increasing in circumference, and his cock simultaneously. She’d thought he’d been interested in her pleasure. Men were so obsessed with size. But he’d been preparing her for tonight. She was certain of it. This wasn’t a last-minute graduation gift for Blaine. It had been planned. Had they done this before? With other women? Or was she the first?

Her mind spun like a centrifuge. Questions. Regrets. Had this really been about her? Or had it been about them? Dylan had said Blaine wanted her. And maybe it was true. Maybe Blaine had wanted her. But what about Dylan? Had this been about gifting her to Blaine, or had it been an excuse for Dylan to be with Blaine? Because it’d almost seemed like Dylan was fucking Blaine.

She couldn’t finish one thought before another rolled in. It didn’t help that Blaine was as stiff as she was. Why? It was his gift. It was what he’d wanted. Dylan seemed to be the only one of the three not affected. Her boyfriend slept first, his even, shallow breathing and slack arm signaling his release from wakefulness. Once Dylan slept, Blaine seemed to relax, and her own thoughts drifted to gray and finally...

A whisper of sound woke her. She didn’t stir as she tried to place it. Would help if she knew where she was. Not her bed. Not Dylan’s bed. Someplace hard. Her arm was numb. She wriggled. Pins and needles crept up her hand into her arm.

Meredith, wake up. A hushed, urgent voice.

Shame washed over her with last night’s memories. She didn’t want to open her eyes. Didn’t want to face what she’d done or the two men she’d done it with. But it was too late to pretend sleep. She rolled onto her back and reluctantly lifted her eyelids. Her useless arm didn’t budge, just throbbed as blood returned to the starved limb. With her good hand, she dragged it across her body to protect it. The gray light of dawn bled into the room.

Blaine was propped up on his elbow, his concerned expression focused on her. Where was Dylan? A cursory scan—the best she could do flat on her back on the floor—revealed a closed bathroom door.

She tried to smile through the pins and needles eating away at her arm and the doubts eating away at her heart.

Blaine spoke, his words low and hurried. If you ever need anything. If something happens with Dylan...call me. Let me know. If—just let me know. Okay?

That was cryptic, but if she was interpreting correctly, he was worried about her and Dylan. Did he know something? Her heart thumped in alarm. What—

Blaine’s lips touched hers. Sweet, undemanding. It wasn’t a prelude to sex. Their first kiss. What the hell was she thinking? It would be their last, too. This was a one-night thing. You’re special. No matter what happens, don’t—

The creak of the bathroom door interrupted, and he rolled away, presenting her with his back.

Her fingers twitched with the need to touch him. Why? To reassure Blaine or herself? What had he meant? Was Dylan going to dump her? Had they done this before? Last night’s doubts grew until they felt as if they would burst from her skin. Was it a game? Her stomach roiled as she once again thought of all the times Dylan had penetrated her with the dildo and his cock. Dylan’s hand around both men’s cocks, so sexy at the time, now made her cringe.

Dylan jostled her as he scooted in against her and draped his arm across her ribs. His hand rested on Blaine’s waist. Dude could sleep through a tornado, he murmured.

She forced a smile. I should go, she whispered.

He cupped her breast and thumbed her nipple. It’s early. Let us fuck you again, baby. Both of us inside you. I know you liked it. I fucking loved it.

The fact that he was right made her even more uneasy. Didn’t help that Blaine was listening. Um. I really need to go. Meeting with my advisor. It was a lie, but she had to get out of there. Clear her head. Think.

He dipped his head to her nipple and licked and sucked, something that had always guaranteed a positive response. But now, it just made her prickly, uncomfortable. Sure I can’t change your mind?

Sorry, but later. Okay? She had an almost overwhelming urge to shove his hands away, to scoot away from his mouth, to escape. She fought the urge and remained motionless.

He lifted his head and smiled amiably, his eyes still sleep-bleary. Yeah. I’ll call you.

She held her breath and scooted