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“Trick,” Sam says warningly, but Trick ignores him.

“Well?” Trick says, looking at me now. “What do you think, Hugo? Should we see if it helps?”

Marie’s blush deepens, and I can see the way her hands tighten around the chair again. She’s nervous, but she’s not pulling away. Her nipples pebble against the thin material of her sundress. Not saying no, as her body says yes.

“I think she’s waiting for you to shut up,” I say, my tone dry.

Trick laughs but steps back, motioning for me to take his place. “If you’re such an expert, Hugo, show us how it’s done.”

I roll my eyes but stand up anyway, walking over to Marie’s side. “Is this okay?”

She nods, but her breath catches just slightly.

“Good,” I say, my voice low. I lean in, my lips brushing against hers, and the moment I feel her melt into me, everything else falls away. She kisses like she’s never been kissed before—needy and hungry, her lips soft and trembling against mine.

And I’m gone.

Gone in a way I haven’t been in years, not since the first time the three of us decided to share. Gone in a way that feels raw and real and entirely new. The experience consumes me. Her hands tighten on the edge of the chair, and I reach up to cup her face, deepening the kiss just enough to make her sigh against my mouth. And then?—

“It’s done,” Sam says abruptly, his voice cutting through the moment like a knife.

Marie pulls back, her eyes wide and glassy, her lips still parted as she stares at me. And just like that, it’s over.

I stand up slowly, my balls tight as I glance at Sam. His expression is unreadable, but there’s a flicker of something in his eyes that I can’t quite name. Is he angry with me? With us? Or is it purely jealousy? I can’t tell.

Marie looks at him, then back at me, and I can see the way her blush creeps down her neck, disappearing under the collar of her dress. How far does that blush go? I need to know.

“Thank you,” she says softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

“For the tattoo?” I ask, raising an eyebrow.

“For…everything.” She looks away quickly, her hands trembling slightly as she reaches for her bag.

And as I watch her, the weight of the moment settles over me, heavier than I expected. Because for the first time in years, I don’t want this to end. And it has to.

15

MARIE

The adrenaline buzzesin my veins from the tattoo, a low, sweet hum that keeps me from thinking too much about the throbbing on my calf. I barely even remember the moment Sam finished, the quiet satisfaction in his voice when he said, “It’s done.” All I can think about is the way Hugo kissed me, how it felt when Trick started this, and the way Sam’s hot hands felt against my skin.

I’ve dreamed about this—them—for years. In quiet moments late at night, when I let my imagination run wild, they’ve always been there. But now, sitting in this chair in the tattoo shop, with all three of them watching me like I’m the only thing in the room that matters, I feel like I’m teetering on the edge of something I don’t entirely understand.

The hum of the tattoo machine has been replaced by silence, thick and charged. Sam is cleaning up his station, his jaw tight, his shoulders tense in a way that makes it hard for me to breathe. Trick is leaning against the wall, his grin soft but playful, and Hugo…Hugo hasn’t taken his eyes off me since the moment I kissed him back.

I don’t know who moves first. Maybe it’s me. Maybe it’s one of them. All I know is that I can’t hold back the words that tumble out of my mouth. “I want…more.”

It’s barely a whisper, but it feels like it echoes through my bones, calling to the inner need I’ve felt for them ever since I can remember.

Trick is the first to respond, his grin widening as he steps toward me. “More, huh?”

I nod, my heart pounding so loudly I’m sure they can hear it.

“You sure about that, sweetheart?” Hugo asks, his voice low and teasing, but there’s something serious in his eyes. “More is…”

“There will be consequences,” Sam cautions.

Of all of them, he’s the one I expect to object. He’s careful, so damn careful around me. He has been since I came back. The other two, not so much. Trick’s a flirt, and until last night, I thought it was just who he was. I didn’t know he was serious about it. Hugo…I’ve caught him looking at me a few times, and today in the library, that was unexpected and expected at the same time.

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