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“Yes, Sir.”

“I want you to come when I do. Are you ready?”

“I don’t know if I can.”

“You can.” When I felt my orgasm surging, I dug my fingers into his hips, hard enough that my nails left crescent-shaped marks, something I hadn’t meant to do. “Come with me. Let the pleasure roll through you.”

“Yes, Sir.”

I came hard, releasing deep inside his ass. August clenched around me at the same time, his muscles tightening and releasing as he hit his own peak. There was nothing sexier than commanding his climax.

August laid breathless and panting underneath my body. I slowly withdrew from his tight back hole, before pulling him to stand up and kissing him softly.

“You look much more relaxed. Are you?”

“Mmmhmm. I am, Sir. Though honestly, anytime I’m not? If you promise to fuck me like that, I’ll loosen up really quick.”

“I promise.” I tugged him toward the bathroom, my heart full. I had two partners again and I wouldn’t let either one of them go without a fight. I could do this throuple thing after all. The only thing left was to facilitate our reunion with Karsyn. She promised we were on the same page, but hopefully she wasn’t too caught up in her head. Otherwise, I’d be doing the same pattern when I saw her: punish and then cherish. It was a good plan when handling brats. Maybe I‘d engrave that phrase into my next paddle.

CHAPTER 17

KARSYN

I tried to stop overthinking. The ability to overthink ourselves into a state was a quality August and I shared. He’d finally responded to me last night, for the first time since his lame breakup message. He gave me surface-level details and I accepted them, knowing we would need to talk more at some point.

Logan assured me he had no plans to allow August to self-destruct or sabotage our relationship no matter what it took, and they spent last night together figuring things out. My trust in Logan trumped my worries and fears.

Several knocks sounded off my front door to the tune of ‘Shave and a Haircut’. Only Logan knocked in such a pattern, but why was he at my house so early in the morning? Planting my feet on the floor, I gave my appearance a once-over, but if he wanted me in something more appealing than comfy sweats and a messy bun, he should have given me a heads up. I swung open the door and immediately stilled. Logan stood there holding a tray of coffee and treats, but my eyes were drawn to August. My movie-star-handsome ex-boyfriend seemed nervous as he held out a huge bouquet of star lilies and an adorable sloth stuffed animal. He’d paid attention to the silly things that made me happy, along with my favorite flowers.

I wanted to throw myself in his arms and kiss him but the hurt and anger combined with my resentment of the way he’d ended things caused ugly things to bubble up to the surface. I accepted the gifts with a small nod.

Logan noticed the shift of emotions and stepped forward, kissing my cheek. “We have a lot to talk about. I brought breakfast.”

“I have a name, Logan,” August deadpanned.

Despite the emotional outburst I had been poised to unleash in his direction, the flirty retort had me laughing instead. It was hard to stay mad at someone I’d already fallen for, no matter what our relationship status was at the moment. Still, I needed to get my feelings out in the open and let him know in person how much I did not appreciate the cold medium of text for such a serious topic. As if he knew I would need a moment with August, Logan walked into the house, leaving us alone in the entryway.

“And you are?” I sassed.

“Immensely sorry,” he whispered.

“August…”

He hugged me and I melted against his body. The crisp scent of his cologne filled my nostrils and the muscles of his arms flexed as he held me. I’d missed everything about him, but we had a lot to smooth over. Breaking the embrace, I stepped backward.

“I promise to find a way to make it up to you every day, Karsyn. Well, if you’ll find it in your heart to forgive me. I sincerely apologize for breaking up with you.”

“I’m so mad at you.”

“I know, and I deserve your anger.”

“You hurt my feelings. And you didn’t even answer my messages until yesterday.” Something I couldn’t identify flickered across his face. He tucked a piece of my hair behind my ear, as if he couldn’t keep his hands to himself.

“Breakfast,” Logan announced, clapping his hands.

I shuffled to the kitchen with August behind me, tension permeating the space as we grabbed plates and napkins. The three of us sat in my cozy nook eating the bacon, egg and cheese sandwiches made and served on the best hard rolls in town. We made polite conversation until we finished our food and cleared the table, before returning to the cozy cushions.

When we sat again, with no food to distract us, I glanced back and forth between the two of them. Even with the uncomfortable topic on the table, the way they were looking at me was making me utterly feral. I wanted to crawl across their collective laps and beg for them to touch me, spank me, anything!

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