Trinity by M. Never Page A

chocked it up to fate.” Shane shares an expression of admiration with Chase, and it’s the first time tonight I witness the emotional connection they share. That’s something else I’m going to have to wrap my head around. Sex and its interconnection. Remembering the way they kissed two inches away from me sends tremors of excitement right down my spine. Fuck, I want more. So. Much. More.
    “How long have you two been together?” I ask to distract my wandering thoughts.
    “Three years.”
    And so the conversation begins to roll as the three of us talk in-depth under the blackened night sky with the waves breaking on the beach and my heart opening a little more.

    I wake up with the urgent need to pee. I stretch out on the bed, my skin gliding over the soft cotton sheets with ease. Yes, I slept in their bed. No, we didn’t have sex. After hours of extensive conversation and multiple dinner courses on a stick, Chase extinguished the fire, and we moved the discussion inside. To their bed, upon their request. Who was I to object? I may have even secretly hoped we’d fool around, but the two of them were perfect gentlemen. Who knew there were any of those left in the world? Packed between two warm, solid bodies, I drifted off listening to their velvety voices and the feel of their lazy laughs vibrating in their chests. I can’t remember the last time I slept so soundly.
    Shane and Chase’s room is mostly white with beachy blue and turquoise accents here and there. Very clean, but warm and stylish.
    I slink off the bed with every stitch of my clothing still in its rightful place. Black tank top, bra, underwear, blue jeans. Yup, all here.
    I walk past the mirror on the sleek white dresser and catch sight of my hair. Yikes . Hardcore bedhead. This short cut makes me look like I slept with my finger in a socket. Trying to tame the blond and pink locks, I rush to what I hope is the bathroom, swinging the door open to a sweltering scene. Like, call the fire department my panties are in flames hot. Chase and Shane, wet, soapy, and lip-locked in a steamy shower.
    Holy. Fuck .
    In my mind, I knew they were together. I’ve seen them touch, kiss, but I don’t think I was prepared to witness their full-on glory. Left gaping in the doorway, I silently watch like a peeping Tom as they devour each other; savage lions, growling and snarling, with bulging muscles and fully erect cocks. Long, thick cocks straining painfully as they jerk each other off.
    Chase notices me first, flicking his wet eyelashes up as he bites down on Shane’s lip. “You going to just stand there, or are you going to join us?”
    Has the no touching rule been lifted?
    “I’m not sure I want to interrupt,” I reply, my mouth as dry as a desert.
    “We don’t mind.” Shane’s blond tendrils fall into his eyes as the water from the showerhead rains down on them.
    I don’t deliberate too long. I just pull the trigger. “Give me a second.” I scoot behind the door that hides the toilet—this bathroom is super fancy—do my business, then strip out of my clothes. With a deep, courageous breath, I step into the shower with the two hard up men. They immediately trap me between their wet, foamy bodies.
    “Did we wake you?” Chase sucks on the curve of my neck while Shane bites my collarbone. Every nerve ending in my body springs alive. Their skin is warm to the touch; their mouths are hungry and their hands insistent.
    “No.” I close my eyes and allow them to ravish me. “I wish you would have.” I catch Shane’s mouth and kiss him readily as I’m drenched by the spray and my own excitement.
    “Next time, we will.” Chase gropes my breast from behind, sliding his swollen, sudsy cock between the crack of my ass. “Bend over.”
    “No.”
    “Why?” He grips my hips commandingly, not liking my objection one bit.
    “Because I want to finish watching the two of you. I said I didn’t mean to interrupt, and I meant it.”
    Two pairs of smoldering