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Caleb walked back to Jamie and Aidan. Mia noticed that Jamie's ass was now jutting out invitingly for her lover. Caleb poured the lube in his hand and spread it up and down his erection. Mia squirmed as she heard the oil gliding between his hand and cock. He tipped the bottle again and poured some more lubricant into the palm of his hand.

He rubbed it on his fingertips and reached for Jamie. Sliding his finger along the cleft, he massaged her rosebud. Jamie tensed and rocked her hips as he worked the lubricant into her. Jamie gasped as Caleb sank his finger inside her hole.

Caleb massaged the oil deep inside Jamie, getting her ready for his rock-hard cock. Mia didn't know what he did—either curled his finger or brushed against a knot of nerves—because Jamie tensed and groaned.

He withdrew his finger and grasped the root of his cock. Caleb pressed the shiny wet tip against Jamie's anus. “Hold her still,” Caleb said roughly. Aidan gripped Jamie's hips, his fingers digging into her flesh. He kept her motionless as Caleb slowly worked his way into Jamie.

Jamie's moan was deep and primitive as she rested her head on Aidan's chest, relying on his strength to hold her upright. Her shudders were visible from where Mia sat.

What was Jamie feeling? Mia couldn't imagine, although her friend's cries tugged at something deep inside her. From the expression on Jamie's face, it must be exquisite. Mia wondered if it bordered on pain and pleasure. It seemed to intensify with every move Caleb made.

Mia had never had anal sex. It didn't interest her, and she didn't think she was missing anything. She never heard anyone talk about it, as it was still considered taboo in Clover Bud. But watching Jamie reach a level of ecstasy Mia had never experienced made her rethink that decision.

Jamie was panting hard as Caleb sank all the way into her. His knees visibly wobbled, and he squeezed his eyes shut. The look on his face was pure pleasure. “Okay,” Caleb said, and held on to Jamie's hips, his hands overlapping Aidan's.

Sweat trailed down Aidan's face as he held still. Mia knew he was close to coming, and it was only his iron control that kept him from moving. Aidan's pump was shallow, but Jamie went rigid and gave a keening cry.

Wow, Mia thought as Jamie's body undulated when Caleb withdrew and thrust. One small move overwhelmed Jamie's senses. She was filled and stretched, and she couldn't stop shaking.

Mia watched, her mouth open with amazement, as Jamie took both men at the same time. Aidan and Caleb soon established a fast rhythm that drove Jamie wild. She matched their pace, her hips rocking back and forth until the scream caught in her throat. She was lying against Aidan's chest, shivers rippling through her limp muscles. Groans tugged from her throat as Aidan and Caleb continued to pump into her.

Caleb's thrusts grew erratic. He bucked hard against Jamie before he reared his head back and cried out. Jamie rocked her hips, grunting with pleasure. Aidan tilted his head back, hissing between his clenched teeth. He thrust deep into Jamie until he couldn't hold back any longer.

Mia watched the ruddy color flushing in Aidan's skin. His nostrils flared, and he gulped for air. His mouth sagged open, but no words came out as an orgasm was wrenched from his body.

Mia rubbed her thighs together as she watched Aidan slump against the chair, her pussy throbbing for the same intense pleasure they felt.

But she wasn't going to, Mia thought as she blinked back tears. She wasn't allowed, and it wasn't fair. She didn't care what Aidan said. It wasn't too soon. Hell, it wasn't soon enough! She wanted a ménage à trois more than anything else.

What would she have to do—what would she have to risk—to get a threesome before the day was over?

FIFTEEN

“What's wrong?”

Mia looked up, startled to see Caleb in her bedroom doorway. She had gone to her room once everyone had dispersed after the threesome. She needed some time alone to sort out her chaotic thoughts.

She could have sworn that she had closed the door to her bedroom, but it was wide-open, with Caleb standing at the threshold. His hair was dripping wet from the shower, and he wore only a pair of faded jeans. Caleb's body was sleek, but he didn't look anything like the hunter he had been the night before.

“Nothing is wrong,” she lied as she curled up tight in her over stuffed chair. “I'm just thinking.”

Caleb looked around the bedroom and then down the hall. “Where's Aidan?” he asked.

She nodded toward the bathroom. “In the shower.” She could hear the hiss and clink of the ancient water pipes.

Caleb leaned against the doorway and watched her closely. Mia began to fidget under his intense gaze.

“Did you have fight?” Caleb asked.

Mia shook her head. “No.” She was doing everything to prevent it because she didn't want to ruin this weekend, but she and Aidan would probably have one very soon.

“What did you think of the threesome?” he finally asked.

“I thought it was wild,” Mia admitted. She knew her eyes glowed with interest, and she felt her blood pumping hard in her veins. Watching Jamie with Caleb and Aidan had been like seeing an intricate, sensual dance. She had been swaying to their primitive beat and had wanted to join in.

She looked away before she said any more. She didn't want anyone to know that she'd felt left out, or that she realized she'd missed an amazing opportunity. It had been her choice, and she'd told Aidan she could be patient. She'd said she would wait until Aidan gave her permission, and she wouldn't go back on her word.

“You want one, too,” Caleb said. It wasn't a question; it was a statement of fact.

“Yeah, but I have to . . .” Mia bit her lip when she recognized the wording she was using. She tried again. “I mean, I want to wait until Aidan agrees. I made that promise.”

Caleb wrinkled his nose. “Stupid promise, if you ask me.” Mia hadn't thought so at the time. She wanted Aidan to know that her needs weren't spinning out of control, and that she could master them. Now she wasn't so sure.

“Why are you hanging back when Aidan is going full speed ahead?” Caleb asked. “It doesn't seem fair.”

“You are as bad as Jamie.” Mia frowned when she realized she hadn't seen her friend since the threesome. “By the way, where is she?”

“Sleeping.”

Mia could understand that. Her friend had been aggressively taken by two men. Jamie had surrendered to them—and to the powerful orgasm that had rocked her body. A delicious shudder swept through Mia, but she froze when she felt Caleb's attention still focused on her.

“What do we need to do to convince Aidan?” Caleb asked.

Mia went on alert. “For what?”

“For you to get a threesome.”

She was afraid he was talking about that. Mia held up her hands as if to ward him off. Any interference would make the situation worse. “You don't need to get involved.”

“I want to.”

It was something she hadn't expected from Caleb. He usually kept to himself.

“I need time,” she answered. And that was one precious commodity she was running out of. “Aidan needs to get used to the idea, and I need to show that I have discipline over my desires.”

“Well, I can't help you there,” Caleb said. “But I could set something up. The next time we have a ménage à trois, I'll include you when it's too late for him to refuse.”

“Kind of like a tag team?” she asked with a laugh. “That's tempting, but no, thank you. I want to show him that I'm not going to break my promise the first chance I get.”

Caleb gave her a look of admiration. “You do know that he may never let you have a threesome.”

She gave a deep sigh, because the probability of that happening was great. “Then that's something I'll have to live with.”

“You shouldn't have to.”

Mia closed her eyes. Did Caleb realize that he was enticing her like the serpent had tempted Eve in the Garden of Eden?

“I knew the consequences,” Mia said, unable to hide the hint of regret in her voice. “Now I just need to get used to them.”

Aidan braced his hands on the bathroom sink and looked at himself in the clouded mirror. He swiped the condensation from his reflection as he listened to Mia and Caleb. Aidan didn't know how much of the conversation he had failed to hear while he was showering, but it was hard to miss what Mia was feeling.

He had known this was coming, just not so soon. Definitely not on the same day—the same afternoon—that Mia had made her offer. Aidan realized he shouldn't have let Mia see the threesome, but he thought that after doing so, she would hesitate about having one of her own.

Why he had thought that, he wasn't sure. Aidan shook his head and rubbed his hands over his face. Instead of backing down, she wanted one more than ever. Mia's sensual awakening was growing by leaps and bounds.

And that was what scared him. He had tutored Mia in the sexual arts, and she was surpassing him. There would be a day when he couldn't hold her back. Just as Mia was concerned that he wouldn't find her fascinating once her innocence vanished, he feared that she would find someone else who could truly bring out and intensify her sensual nature.

Aidan knew he had to let go. He had to trust that what he shared with Mia was strong enough to hold them together. If he held on too tight, she'd leave for sure.

He had to believe she wasn't like Lacey. His ex-girlfriend had thought she'd carte blanche with any man and any sexual situation. She hadn't understood why he liked to watch, and she hadn't cared.

Aidan remembered the last time Lacey had cuckolded him. She had dropped by the local gym where he worked. He hadn't thought anything of the visit since Lacey was a paying, yet infrequent, member.

But it was unusual that she didn't seek him out or let her presence be known to him. That should have been his first clue. During his break he had searched the gym and located her in the steam room next to the swimming pool. He had no premonition of what he would see when he opened the door.

Lacey was in the steam room with three men. While the others still had their towels on, Lacey had removed her bikini and lay on one of the wooden benches. Her arms were outstretched and her legs spread.

The three men were of various ages and sizes, but they were giving her all that she craved. The moans and long, guttural sighs had echoed in his ears.

The oldest man, who had white hair and a paunch, was sliding his cock in and out of Lacey's mouth. The youngest man crouched next to her, playing with and sucking on her breasts. The two men weren't familiar to Aidan, but he recognized the third lover as a coworker. The man tossed his towel to the side and pumped vigorously into Lacey.

Aidan stood at the door, unable to take his eyes off Lacey. He was reluctantly aroused, but most of all, he was disgusted. It didn't matter how overtly sensual Lacey had been, or how she had known no limits when it came to her sexuality. Aidan had no longer found pleasure in her pleasure. Instead, he had felt cheated.

As the three men serviced her, Lacey turned her head and saw Aidan at the steam room's door. Her eyes widened with surprise, and then she gave that sly smile he'd learned to hate.

She had smiled at him like that when she'd enjoyed a zipless fuck with a stranger on the dance floor at a nightclub. That smile reappeared weeks later when she stumbled out of the backseat of a car that had been filled with male classmates. When she made out with one of her sorority sisters in front of him, he was treated to that smile.

He had seen that smile far too often, and now he understood what it meant. Lacey had thought she was getting away with cheating on him. She hadn't cared if he had watched or not. Each time he had found her in a compromising situation, Lacey swore that she had done it to please him. She had known that he liked to watch, and she had only been performing for him.

It was all a lie. The only person Lacey had wanted to please was herself.

From that moment on, Aidan kept his voyeuristic tendencies a secret. He wouldn't let anyone use his fantasies against him. But now Mia had that power to hurt him. Would she use it?

He didn't think so. His gut instinct told him that she loved him. Mia wasn't a destructive person. She liked to create and share. Relationships were more important to her than the pursuit of pleasure.

And unlike Lacey and most of the women he had dated, Mia was looking for more than a challenge or a chance to experiment. She genuinely wanted the boundaries he placed on her. She felt safe. Mia could then follow her desires. She was eager to learn how, knowing that he was there to catch her.

Mia wasn't like Lacey. Yes, both women knew he liked to be a voyeur, but Mia wouldn't use it against him. He had to believe that, and it was time to prove that with action.

Aidan wrapped a towel around his hips and opened the bathroom door. He hesitated when he suffered a rare attack of nerves. He had to make this offer now or never. Aidan gritted his teeth and stepped over the threshold.

He looked in the direction of the bedroom and saw Mia curled in her chair. She flinched guiltily and darted her gaze away. Caleb, standing by the door, looked over his shoulder. As always, he had an unreadable expression.

“Are you ready for another threesome?” Aidan asked Caleb as he approached them.

“Jamie's sleeping,” Caleb responded coolly.

“I meant with Mia.”

Mia perked up, her face lighting up with tenuous excitement. “Seriously?” she asked, her voice cracking.

“As in now?” Caleb asked.

Aidan shrugged. “Yeah, now is good for me.”