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and I had never talked about having a threesome before. I knew he had a couple in his past, but I’d never asked who they were with.
    The smooth way he and Mark played me the night before made me think it hadn’t been their first time together, even if it was mine.
    I wasn’t sure how I felt about that.
    Knowing that I was going to see them both soon, I chose my outfit with more care than I had time for. Khaki shorts, a push up bra and a tight white tank top that showed off my plumped-up boobs.
    Sneakers on, keys and purse in hand I dashed out the door and down the stairs. When I exited the building, the heat smacked me in the face and I grinned. The heat was the whole reason I’d stripped to my lingerie the day before. The heat had started it all, and it was gonna be another hot day.

Chapter Four
    ―There’s nothing sexier than watching two naked men rub against each other.‖
    ―They’re not naked.‖
    ―They’re shirtless, that’s almost naked.‖
    ―They’re also not rubbing, they’re wrestling.‖
    I ignored Carrie’s effort to dismantle my fantasy and stared at the two sweaty men rolling around on the mats in nothing but long shorts. ―I have a good imagination.‖
    She shook her head. ―You’re such a pervert.‖
    I shrugged. ―Sometimes.‖ I couldn’t deny it, so why even try? Besides, one of the things Rick loved best about me was that I was so…erotically focused. And watching all the slick male muscles bulging and shifting as Rick and Mark grappled on the mats five feet away made me very focused.
    Saliva pooled in my mouth, and my juices began to flow south. The guys were breathing heavy and grunting as they shuffled around and like Pavlov’s dog my body was reacting. Part of me wanted to strip down and jump between them, but another part of me wanted to don a cloak of invisibility, sit back and watch.
    Tearing my gaze from the boys, I glanced at the person next to me. There was something wrong with a woman who couldn’t appreciate the view of the two lean, mean, fighting machines in front of us.
    Mark was tall, blond, and blue eyed. His shaggy hair and casual confidence gave him a deceiving air of lazy seductiveness. Tall, dark and dangerously handsome, Rick was his perfect foil. All he had to do was breathe, and I wanted him. Always. It would’ve been embarrassing if he didn’t feel the same way about me. Before Rick, I scoffed at the idea of soul mates and true love, but there was no denying the connection we had.
    As if sensing my thoughts, Rick glanced over at where Carrie and I stood in the doorway to the dojo. That split second distraction was all Mark needed, and he flipped Rick onto his back.
    Mark turtled over Rick, trapping his arms and pinning his legs until Rick finally tapped the mat.
    ―Whoo hoo,‖ Mark crowed as he jumped up and threw his arms up in victory. ―Nice try, buddy, but not good enough.‖
    Rick laughed and rolled to his feet. ―You got lucky. Next time I’ll come out on top for sure.‖
    Images of Mark on all fours as Rick sank his cock into his ass popped into my head, and I bit back a groan. ―I’ve got to get my mind out of the gutter,‖ I muttered to myself.
    Rick raised one eyebrow as he got closer. ―What was that?‖
    I flushed. ―Nothing. How was your workout?‖
    ―Almost as good as last night’s,‖ Mark said with a wink as he walked past us to the changing room.
    The heat in my cheeks deepened. Nope, there was no awkwardness at all.
    Rick leaned in and kissed me softly. ―We’ll shower and be right out. Okay?‖
    I nodded and watched as he walked away, chuckling. I wondered if they had separate shower stalls back there, or one big communal one. Imagining the two men together, completely naked and soapy in a steamed-up room had my insides quivering with desire.
    ―What does it take to get Mark’s attention?‖
    Shit. I’d forgotten all about Carrie, again. ―What do you mean get his attention?‖
    She thrust out her bottom lip. ―I