Rule of Three by Kelly Jamieson Page A

that I hope you and I are friends now too, but then the ludicrousness of that hit me.” She choked on another little laugh and he grinned.
    “Very good friends,” he said with an evil lift of one eyebrow. Then his smile softened. “I mean that, Kassidy.”
    Chris made a noise beside them and she turned to look at him. He was awake too. His eyes met hers. “Kass, sweetie.”
    She rolled toward him, giving Dag her back, not trying to be rude, but that moment was between Chris and her, an important, private moment. Lying on the pillow, they stared at each other, all her questions and uncertainties no doubt visible in her eyes. Her stomach squeezed, her heart thudded as she waited for him to say something.
    “I love you,” he said. Relief cascaded through her, intense and weakening. “Thank you.”
    “I love you too,” she whispered, lifting a hand to his stubbled cheek. “So much.” It seemed important to tell him that right then. She wanted to pour it all out of her, how she’d woken up full of shame and guilt and worry, and she was glad he wasn’t angry or hurt about what they’d done.
    And how screwed up was that?
    She tried to make herself think about how both of them should be feeling—ashamed, mortified, deviant even. Why weren’t they feeling that way? Because they were deviant?
    She had a hard time accepting that. She didn’t feel deviant. Even though her boyfriend had shared her with another man, it felt as if he’d given her something. A gift. Something so special and rare, she hadn’t even known she’d wanted it.
    Four hands on her body. Two mouths on her skin. Her eyes drifted closed as Dag’s hands reached for her from behind and they took her again with lips and tongues and fingers. She wasn’t sure who touched her where until she dragged open her eyes and saw Dag’s darker head at her breast and Chris’s fingers between her legs. They petted her and stroked her and licked her. Heat flashed beneath her skin and shimmered over her whole body.
    What had she done to deserve this much pleasure? She wanted to give it all back to them, and for the first time the fact that there were two of them overwhelmed her just a little. If she could have sucked on both of them at the same time, she would have. If she could have fucked them both at the same time, she would have.
    And when the thought pierced her orgasmic haze that she could in fact fuck two men at the same time, her stomach cartwheeled and she pressed a hand there. God. Oh god. That was so far beyond anything she’d even fantasized about. The idea alarmed her, embarrassed her, enticed her.
    But that wasn’t what Chris and Dag had in mind for her just then. “You want to fuck her, don’t you?” Chris said to Dag.
    Dag looked at her. Then looked at Chris. But said nothing.
    “Kassidy?” Chris turned to her. Her breath stuttered in her throat and her chest tightened. Like last night, the only question she had was, “Do you want me to?” but this time she didn’t say it. This time she knew.
    “Yes,” she whispered.
    Dag moved over her, his body big and muscled and hot, his face taut with control, eyes dark. He pressed her into the mattress, one hand coming up to cup her face, and he kissed her, long, deep kisses that reached far inside her. His lips sucked at hers, his tongue licked inside her mouth, found hers. She made a noise in her throat, slid her hands over his satiny shoulders, down his back and up, into his hair. She wanted to touch him everywhere. With a gasp, he lifted his mouth from hers then pressed his open mouth to her jaw, nipped her, licked a path down her throat and sucked on the pulse in the hollow of her throat. She arched against him, his erection insistent against her thigh.
    She turned her head on the pillow to find Chris, again watching avidly, his cock in his fist. And while Dag kissed his way down her body, between her breasts, small pulls on each nipple, over her tummy and lower, Chris moved on his knees