Rule of Three by Kelly Jamieson

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.”
    “Oh Dag.” Her body tightened and ached for him, her eyes searching his face. What on earth could he have done that was that bad?
    “But this didn’t feel like that. It’s never felt like that with Chris…and now…with you. It’s…” He closed his eyes against her inquiring, anxious scrutiny. “This feels…right.”
    Her breath squeezed out of her as she continued to stare at him. Curiosity pricked her and she wanted to know more about what he’d done, what he had to compare this to, because lord knew, she had nothing. An emotion, soft and warm, unfurled from the mass in her chest and that emotion she recognized—as caring. She cared about Dag.
    He was Chris’s best friend, and even though she’d only known him a week, she hoped he was now her friend too.
    Then she gave a snort of laughter that had his eyes flying open.
    “What’s so funny?” His thick, straight eyebrows sloped together.
    “I was just thinking