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“Gotta be a lot of them.” Trent sounds so calm and logical, but I know this whole thing must be blowing his mind. He came here hoping to preserve my virginity, or at least give me a proper deflowering. Now he’s having frequent, kinky sex with me and another guy.

“Won’t you be missed?” Trent probes. “You said yourself you’re everyone’s top pick for a devil’s threesome.”

“With sword cross,” I add, proud of my own terminology. That’s two guys and a girl when the guys touch each other, in case you’re wondering.

I’m not anymore.

“I do care about guest satisfaction.” Logan stoops to lace up his shoes. His muscular shoulders bunch under his shirt and I catch Trent admiring them. “But Holyfield’s clear that the consorts’ preferences always trump what the guest wants. We’re never forced to do anything sexually we don’t want to do.”

Trent looks at me, his forehead scrunching. “You’re saying you don’t want to have sex with anyone else?”

“Not at the moment.” Grinning, he stoops down to kiss me. It’s more than a peck on the cheek, and by the time he’s finished, I’m pinned to the wall with his hand inside my bikini top.

Trent watches with heat in his eyes, like he’s seconds away from tossing me back on the bed. Funny how quickly I’ve learned to read both of their cues.

But Logan breaks the kiss and steps back. Dragging a hand through his hair, he grins at Trent. “I’d give you a goodbye kiss if I didn’t think you’d punch me in the dick.”

“Fuck off, Jarhead.” Trent catches the front of Logan’s shirt in a fist. “I’ll kiss you when I feel like kissing you.”

Logan’s fair eyes light up. “Then fucking do it, Frogman.”

Trent crushes his mouth against Logan’s, kissing him fiercely for a good ten seconds. When the two break apart, they’re both breathing hard. “Have a good workout.”

“Go fuck yourself.” Still grinning, Logan opens the door. “Go get Sara nice and wet.”

“Hilarious.” I throw him an eye roll, though maybe he wasn’t being dirty. Trent and I have plans to go snorkeling today, which is also my chance to check in with him.

I’m dying to know how he’s feeling. It’s our first time alone in days, so it seems like a good time to check in on his plans for the future. On what we’re both wanting and how things have changed with Logan in the picture. I’m not sure I know for myself, but I’m ready to have that discussion.

As the door shuts behind Logan, Trent begins gathering our things. He’s bent over a dive bag, stuffing in snorkels and masks. His shoulders feel tight when I touch him.

“Hey.” Soothing a slow, languid circle, I feel some of the tension ease up. “Is everything okay?”

“Of course.” He doesn’t look up from what he’s doing.

“Trent?”

“Yeah?” He turns and confirms my suspicions. The light in his pale, golden eyes isn’t right. Something’s bothering him.

“What’s wrong?” I ask.

“Nothing.”

Gritting my teeth, I try again. “Trent?—”

“We’re on vacation, honey.” He kisses me softly, then goes back to packing the bag. “There’s no sense worrying about anything right now. Just enjoy.”

Now I’m annoyed. “We promised to talk openly, and I can’t be part of this if you won’t?—”

“Fine.” He closes his eyes and lets out a long, shaky breath. “My dad is in Portland.”

“Oh.”Shit.I know right away what that means. “Is your mom okay?”

“As okay as she can be, I guess.”

Dammit. No wonder he’s worried. “What’s he doing there? I thought he’d taken that big assignment that was going to have him gone for months.”

“He did.” Trent’s jaw clenches. “He came back for the wedding.”

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