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  I laughed because there was certainly a but in there. “Yeah, sis, I know this.”

  “But they make me feel so old. I’m exhausted when I leave here, and I feel I could sleep for days.”

  Pulling my sister into a hug, I replied, “Yeah, I have no doubt you will.” Her bags were already at the door. “That rough?” I asked as she grabbed her keys.

  “No, I had a great time, but I have plans, though you have to know how I love having one-on-one time without their grumpy and mean mommy around,” she teased. “And I’m on a deadline.”

  We had plans to attend one of Haven Dorn’s events this coming weekend, but since Sandra was one of the few I trusted with our kids, I couldn’t ask her to watch our crazy girls again. Hell, I knew how they were. Maggie had nightmares, and Bridget had food allergies. Sometimes, I wondered if returning to work would be easier than motherhood, yet I’d never change it for a million dollars.

  “You still need me Friday night?” she asked.

  “Nah.” I waved her off. My sister had a life and never signed up for this. Plus, guilt niggled at me anytime I left them.

  Stepping into my space, she stopped her face mere inches from mine. “Hey, I don’t mind.” Her body was squared with mine when she continued, “You’ve got to know how much I love them. And you never have to worry about asking me. I’ll always keep them. And anyway, that’s in five days, so by then, I’ll need my sweetness fix.”

  I nodded my head, giving in to my sister, and honestly, after deciding to start over again, we needed to get back out there to find the right person. I began to giggle. “Sweetness, yeah? You can’t be talking about my girls.”

  “My genes, they got Aunt Sandra’s genes. They’re sweet. Now, give me a hug and a kiss, and tell me how awesome I am.” My sister was a little conceited, too, but having more confidence than she knew what to do with wasn’t a bad thing. I brought her in close and held on tight. I wouldn’t know what to do in this world without her.

  “You know I love you,” I told her.

  “Always, little sis.”

  She was out the door, and when I turned around, I had a clear view of my three favorite people. Dane had the girls cuddled on either side of him on the couch. Bridget was holding her new teddy bear we bought her on the trip, and Maggie had already changed into her new pink T-shirt that read, “New York Princess.”

  I stopped midstride, wanting to take a mental picture of this moment and hold on tight to it, never forgetting they were my world.

  We were thrust back into parenthood and the craziness of bedtimes, stories, and the hundred times the girls came downstairs to ask for water, hugs, and more kisses. When I thought it was safe to retreat to our room for the night in our downstairs master bedroom, Dane had already unpacked. Bless my man for doing the chore I hated most after a trip.

  The suitcase sat empty on our bed. I peeked in to make sure he hadn’t forgotten anything when his hands wrapped around my waist, startling me. Kissing me on the neck, he lowered his hands to my hips. “Man, I have the hottest wife. You know this? Right?” His whisper at my earlobe sent goose bumps down my arms.

  Leaning my head back, I turned as far to the left as I could to gaze upon his beautiful face. “Yeah, I’m pretty lucky, too.” He spun me around, his hand already pulling my shirt over my head. The bra was one of the first things to come off when we got home, and a smile spread across his face when my breasts were bare for his viewing pleasure. It took no time whatsoever for his lips to crash on one nipple as his fingers tweaked the other one. Throwing my head back, I lost it, as I always did, and a long whimper seeped from my lips. His tongue against my nipple was the most erotic sensation and the reason he always began there. He pulled back for a second, staring into my eyes. “You know you’re always enough for me, Cam? You realize this?”

  We loved being part of three, but not because we didn’t meet each other’s needs. No, it wasn’t the reason at all, and he was always quick to tell me this. “You’ll always be the one for me.” It was more because we had so much love to go around and wanted to share it.

  “You, too, Daniel Gregory.” He hated when I used his full name, but it got his attention.

  His smile broadened, and his tongue was back at my nipple doing what I loved so much.

  With his free hand, he pulled my leg up toward his hip to wrap around his back. Moving his mouth to my other nipple, he shifted his hand to my other leg to repeat the motion, but this time, he hoisted me up. My hands were linked around his neck. He didn’t move me to the bed even though we were right in front of it. No, he had other plans, and my giggle told him I was ready.

  Carrying me to our walk-in closet, he placed me on my dresser. And though it was right at Dane’s waist and gave him easy access whenever he wanted to enter me, he fell to his knees. He opened the top drawer of my dresser, and I had no idea what he was doing. With him, it was always a surprise.

  “Close your eyes, Camille.” He wasn’t the only one who hated their full name. But it was his commanding way during sex. The drawer shut, and his finger thrusted inside me, but he had lube on his hand. What was this man up to? I was in for one hell of a ride.

  Within a minute, he slid something inside me—some sort of toy. This man and his toys. He loved them, in general, but when it came to sex toys, he was a lunatic. And I loved this little trait about him.

  “Dane?” My whine accompanied my need and almost command in the one-word question.

  “Open,” he demanded, and my eyes burst wide open. He was sitting on the top of my other dresser on the opposite end of the closet. His grin was wide, and I saw a round pink disk in his hand. I didn’t have time to ask what he had up his sleeve before his finger pushed on it, and the toy inside me began to vibrate. It startled me, but more so, the tremor of his toy caused a quivering sensation inside, and before my body could acclimate to the pulses, he increased the speed.

  “Oh, hell.” My mind was lost in the quakes of my body, and those were the only words I could form on my lips. A deep chuckle could be heard from his side of the room, but my eyes had already rolled to the back of my head, my hands bracing me on either side of my dresser.

  “Look at me, Camille.” His words were deep and authoritative, and what I craved from his lips. My eyes moved to his voice, and a new toy graced the cock of my husband. “I’m getting ready to plunge so deep within you, you’ll be feeling me for days.”

  Those were the last words I heard before a spasm wracked through my lower abdomen, pushing me over the edge and causing stars to dance in front of me. The orgasm lasted for almost a minute, and when my body finished quaking, he pulled the vibrator from me, but it wasn’t empty for long before his cock thrust into me hard and a little rough. My husband knew I loved rough, and he surely was giving me what had become so crucial when we made love.

  The vibration of the cock ring caused my body to ache with the need for another orgasm. Thrusting my hips, I allowed him deeper access, and my body didn’t know if it was ending or beginning. His rough hands tipped my chin to his face. When I opened them, it was then he filled me, and my next orgasm hit me so hard. He didn’t pull out, just held me tight while we both came.

  He held me in bed with my head nuzzled into the crook of his neck when I decided to tackle a delicate question. “Hey, mind if I ask you about our friend from the plane?”

  He was silent for a beat longer than usual. I took this as a subject he didn’t want to broach. When I felt this was not up for discussion, he finally took a deep breath. “You want to know why I didn’t let him take us back to his place for what would have been a fun and probably unforgettable fuck?”

  My husband could be quite vulgar when it came to sex, especially when it was casual. “Yeah. I understand we agreed we wanted more, but I thought he could fill the void for at least one night.”

  His body turned to mine, his face square to my own face. “I wanted him, too. Hell, I was fantasizing about it in my mind for so long, and I debated it. But he was the kind of guy we could both fall for, yet he was clearly not the relationship kind of man. It was very obvious.”

  He was right—just as he had been ninety percent of the time in our relationship—but I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. He was pretty cocky already, so there was no reason to boost the ego any more than it already was. He moved back to the position we both were so comfortable in. Within a minute, his breathing leveled out, and it didn’t take me long to follow suit.

  4

  Dane

  Standing at the large windows looking over Chicago, my eyes roamed as did my mind. Cam and I had been back from New York City for five days. It meant five days since the cocky asshole had propositioned us for a night of pure desire and lust. I’d wanted him, hell, Cami wanted him, but we were too old for random hookups. What we shared with Jack for several years left a void in our hearts, and we required more than just sex. It was a connection I desired with another man while Cami craved the attention of two alpha men taking charge.

  My mind floated to the morning with Jack as I walked in on him packing his shit.

  “Babe, going somewhere?” The distance between him and the two of us was like he’d been living in China and not sleeping in the same bed as Cami and me.

  He didn’t turn around or even look over his shoulder. Nor had he answered me.

  When I reached his back, I encircled his waist with my arms, and he stiffened at my touch. “Babe, talk to me.”

  Cami had fallen asleep with Maggie in her bed the night before and was still snoozing, and somehow, the newborn we’d brought home just a month earlier was asleep in her swing on the other side of the wall.

  “Dane.” It was my turn to still. He never called me by my name. It was hon or babe. He would even called me sweetheart,
which I secretly adored. “You can’t be surprised by me leaving.”

  I broke free of him, walking to the bed we’d shared for the past several years. Sitting down, he pulled up his pants, fixing his prosthetic that he’d had since we’d met. “Is it bothering you?” I glossed over his previous words.

  “Just chafing a bit,” he’d coldly replied, strapping it back in place and standing. Jack had always been smaller than most men I’d typically dated. Levi, who I’d been with before I knew Cam, was a large as fuck man. Jack stood at five feet eleven and was of medium build. But he stole my heart the day I met him in court.

  “Babe, you never answered my question. You going somewhere?” My heart was pounding in my chest. He was right, this hadn’t been a surprise, but if he was leaving, he wasn’t going to slip out without telling me.

  “I’ve been absent from your lives for some time. As much as I love those babies, this family, the happy one you wanted—it’s not for me. Hell, as much as I love Cam and you, I’m a broken man.”

  When we’d met him, we realized right away that he’d lost part of his leg from under the knee down. He had never let it affect him. But since bringing Maggie home, he’d started this cycle of self-pity—claiming he’d never give us what we needed.

  He stood a little shakier than he usually would with his prosthetic strapped to his knee. It could be his nerves or maybe he’d hoped to avoid this goodbye. “I love you—both you and Cami—but I can’t do this anymore. I’m not the family kind of man. Plus …” He looked at his prosthetic even though it was covered. “I’m less than a man.”

  “So you’re leaving because you’re missing part of your leg?” I hadn’t meant for my words to be insensitive because hell, he was a hero. Not only in the Army, but he was also Cami’s and my hero. I’m in his space, kneeling in front of him. “You complete us. You leave, and we’re not the same. None of us. Maggie adores you.” We wanted her to call him Daddy, but he’d never allow it, so she called him Jack-o.

  “I can’t, Dane. I really can’t. I’m not complete in many ways.” He walked away, leaving me at the door, and his next words stung. “How can I complete Cam and you when I’m not complete myself?”

  He moved throughout the house, in hurried steps as if our home was on fire and he couldn’t escape fast enough. He didn’t even bother to go upstairs to say goodbye to Cami or Maggie. When the door slammed behind him, and I heard his Camaro start up, I moved out to the living room, watching Bridget asleep in the swing where I had left her ten minutes ago. I didn’t move but only began to process life without the man we’d thought we’d grow old with.

  Though it’d been two years, our grief had to process as though we’d buried him. We’d only heard from him six months after his departure, telling us he’d made it to California. Not sure what he was doing in California but now it was his life as we had to attempt to move on with ours.

  Tonight was the night, the night we’d immerse ourselves back into Haven Dorn’s world. She was this concierge for all things out of the realm of most vanilla relationships. If you were a submissive looking for your Dom in BDSM, she’d arrange meetings and parties to find the perfect match. If you were a swinger, the same concept. If you were into polyamorous relationships, it was the same thing. But tonight, it was a step further. She was hosting a party of couples and singles looking for something more, a relationship with three people.

  I turned from the skyline, my work almost screaming at me when it was my intercom that literally began to scream at me.

  “Mr. Gregory, a Ms. Dorn is on the phone.” I didn’t bat an eye. Haven was known for her services, yet all the partners in the firm knew about my lifestyle. It got dicey at times. Jack was a partner at a competing law firm, and we never hid it. Not everyone appreciated what I had with my wife and a man I considered a husband. But I’d never hide who I was.

  Picking up the phone, I laughed. Haven probably called me at work to solely ruffle feathers. Like me, she could give two fucks what people thought of her specific job.

  “Haven, hey,” I said.

  “Dane, darling, I’m confirming for tonight.”

  I was going through an affidavit on my desk. “Yeah, Haven, we’ll be there. Anyone coming I know?” I was still trying to read about this case while talking to Haven at the same time.

  “No one you know personally.” And I knew it was all I’d get from her for now.

  “I’ll see you tonight, Haven.” Disconnecting the call, I moaned at this case in front of me because it wasn’t where my head was. All my thoughts and hopes were wrapped in the optimism of us finding the right someone tonight.

  Cami was wearing a long black gown. Haven’s parties were always black tie. She had my tux out, but all I’d like to do was slip her out of her hot little number. By the heat I felt in my own eyes for the beauty who was all mine, I attempted to control my carnal desire. “Shit, Cam, do we have time?” I asked, hearing the giggles of my girls with their aunt Sandra.

  “No can do.” She leaned up on her tiptoes to kiss me, but it wasn’t a gentle kiss. Her hands reached behind my neck to pull my head down as her mouth covered mine, my tongue taking over her own mouth. My hand snaked around to her ass when she pulled back. “You’ll get lucky tonight, though—I promise.”

  But I didn’t back away from our embrace. I watched her, every part of her. “What?” she asked.

  “I’m just looking at you.” She had given me everything and given up so much for our future together. She’d been a junior partner at another firm across town. But after Maggie was born, Cami could never leave her in daycare. She loved being a lawyer, but she was born to be a mother. Her raven black hair contrasted against her ivory skin. Her smoky gray eyes carried a glimmer of excitement. She touched her lip as she had always done whenever she was nervous.

  “Camille Leigh Gregory, you are everything to me. You have to know this, right? Without you, my world doesn’t work.”

  A small little smirk snuck onto her gorgeous face. “Daniel James Gregory, it’s never a dull moment with you in my life. You have given me love, but more so, you’ve given me one fucking great adventure.”

  She stood at the closed door, watching me as I quickly changed into my tux. She stepped forward to adjust my tie, and her lips reached mine, but this time, it was a simple and gentle kiss. She grasped my hands, pulling me as she led the way. “Ready?”

  I followed without another word as I watched her beautiful hips sway back and forth.

  5

  Miles

  When I gave the waiter my drink order, I didn’t have high hopes he was going to get it right. Of course, I was going to fuck with the waitstaff and order a Ramos Gin Fizz. I inwardly high-five myself and turned around to take in the scene and mingle. It was not the norm for me, but when a blast from the past called me, I couldn’t resist. I loved these quick hookups. After my airplane bust, I ached a little for that jackass with the cute smirk and the hot Curly Sue I’d hoped to be fucking the second we touched down.

  But, no, for some reason, he met the moral high road. Seeing my waiter, he handed me a poor fucking excuse for my drink. After one sip, I handed it back to him. “You know, let’s just try a scotch on the rocks. Make it a Mckenna. I know she has it.” Turning around from the waiter floating around the room, I ran smack dab into strong shoulders. I was about to tell this asshole to watch out, but then I looked at the same piercing deep brown eyes from five days ago, when I had attempted to stroke his cock through his pants.

  “I thought you said you weren’t into casual hookups?” I asked. My eyes gave him an up and down. “And where’s your hot wife?”

  He brought his scotch to his lips, but I grabbed it. “What comes around goes around.” After I chugged a good portion, I gave it back to him.

  When I returned it to his hand and our fingers touched, our eyes locked on one another, and the chemistry grew as though I could visibly see the electricity.

  “You have the whole asshole thing down, don’t you?” he asked, taking the last swig of his drink.