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  Lincoln makes our plates while I grab some drinks, and we walk into the living room and plop ourselves in front of the TV and watch sports recaps.

  “Thanks for dinner, babe,” I say, giving his thigh a quick squeeze.

  He turns and smiles at me. “You’re in charge of dessert.”

  My brows furrow in confusion for a brief second. “I don’t…” Lincoln sends me a look and I’m suddenly aware of the kind of dessert he wants. “You’re insatiable,” I say with a laugh. “We had dessert before dinner.”

  “But this time, the roles will be reversed.”

  “Mm. Well, let’s hurry up and eat.”

  LINCOLN

  I don’t bother washing the dishes. As soon as we finish eating, I neglect the plates in the sink, and make my way upstairs with Marc hot on my trail. I joke about getting old, and some days I feel old, but nothing about my libido has changed since I was a horny teenage boy, wanting to fuck anything that moved.

  Marc brings something out in me that I can’t seem to control. With him, I yearn for the roughness, the raw sexual energy, and that passion that burns like lava.

  As soon as we get into the room, I yank my shirt off, and then my phone dings from my pocket.

  “Thalia wants to Skype,” I tell Marc.

  “Pull it up on the TV,” he says, lying down on the bed.

  We have an Xbox One in our room, and that with the Kinect allows us to Skype with people via the TV. The camera is much wider than on a computer, so it can see most of the room, no matter where we go, and the picture of Thalia will take up the full screen of the TV.

  Once we get Skype open, Thalia video calls us, her beautiful face filling the screen.

  “Hey, guys!”

  “Hey, beautiful. How’re things going?” I ask.

  “Great! Me and Dad have done a lot of sight-seeing and shopping. Well, I’m the one doing the shopping, but you know,” she says with a grin. Her black hair falls over one shoulder as she lays on her stomach in front of her computer.

  “We miss you,” Marc says. “You coming home to us soon?”

  “Aww. I miss you both so much. I’ll be home tomorrow night or early Monday morning. What have you been up to?”

  “We finished the office, hung some photos, and took a dip in the pool.”

  After the words leave my lips, I look over at Marc who’s already looking at me with a grin.

  “Were you about to go to sleep?” she asks, and I can tell she’s looking at my bare chest.

  “Not quite.”

  A wide smile crosses her face. “Were you about to do something else?”

  Marc answers this time. “Lincoln’s insatiable.”

  She laughs. “Oh, like you’re any better.”

  “Yeah, I don’t know why I’m the one who’s made out to be the sexual deviant,” I say.

  “You had a sex club,” Marc retorts.

  “You created a whole sex estate.”

  “You corrupted me by then.”

  “You were an escort.”

  We all burst into laughter.

  “Now, now, boys. Let’s just kiss and make up,” Thalia croons from the screen.

  “Are you looking for a show, Ms. LaBelle?” Marc asks in a husky tone.

  She bites her lip. “Maybe.”

  “We’ll give you a show, but you have to give us one, too. Strip,” I demand.

  I can see the excitement on her face as she sits back and begins removing her clothes. Marc and I do the same, all three of us watching each other.

  “Let us see all of you,” Marc purrs.

  She gets on her knees, her pussy in direct view of the camera on her laptop. Her dainty fingers slide over her lips before slightly spreading them apart for us to see. Thalia’s face comes back into view as she adjusts pillows on the bed and leans back, allowing us to see her whole body while also letting her watch us, too.

  Marc and I are both stroking our growing erections as we watch her spread her legs apart and touch herself.

  “I need something to watch, guys,” she says in a playful tone, but the need in her voice is evident.

  I glance at Marc’s face as I grip my dick in my hand, and lift a brow. As he moves towards me, I lie across the bed, giving Thalia a good view, and he crawls in between my legs.

  He replaces my hand with his as he strokes me up and down while licking around my head. Finally, his lips encircle me, and he takes me to the back of his throat.

  “Fuck,” I grunt, my fingers pulling on his dark blonde hair.

  I glance over at the TV screen to see Thalia’s fingers gently probing herself, and rubbing circles on her clit.

  My eyes roll back as Marc hollows his cheeks, sucking me deep once again. I hear him slurping before he removes my cock from his mouth with a pop, stroking me with fervor. He looks towards the TV, eyeing Thalia as she continues to pleasure herself.

  I quickly pull Marc up and flip us both over until I’m lying across his body. The hunger in his eyes penetrates my soul, making me want to give him the best fucking of his life.

  Kissing his hard chest, I make my way to his stomach and find that his cock is already leaking with his arousal. I can’t help but lick it up, loving the taste on my tongue. After sucking his thick length into my mouth, coating him with my saliva, I move my mouth further down, licking the smooth, taut skin under his balls.

  I can hear Thalia’s moans and whimpers coming through the speakers as she watches, and it only spurs me on. My tongue licks around his tight opening, provoking the sexiest moans from his mouth.

  “Jesus, Linc,” he breathes.

  Without waiting another second, I quickly make my way to the night table and grab a small bottle of lube. I can’t wait any longer to get inside of him, and lube will help hurry that along. After coating my fingers and sliding them into his taut entrance, I scissor them a few times before extracting them and coating myself with a liberal amount of lube.

  Positioning myself, I push just my head in before covering his body with my own. I place a soft kiss on his mouth before licking the seam of his lips, opening them up for my tongue. Marc growls, pulling my face closer as his fingers entwine in my hair. My cock slips in deeper, causing him to pull away from my mouth and let out a small gasp.

  A feminine moan makes me turn my head towards the TV. Thalia’s eyes are filled with wanton lust, and her fingers are moving furiously over her clit.

  “Fuck him, Lincoln. Let me see you fuck him,” she begs.

  I obey, pulling out and pushing in deep with one quick thrust. Marc calls out, his hands squeezing my back tighter and tighter with every subsequent thrust.

  “God, you feel so good wrapped around my cock,” I whisper into his ear right before biting down on the skin below his earlobe.

  Marc hisses, his nails digging into my shoulders. “Harder, Linc. Fuck me harder.”

  Once again, I obey. I fuck him like it’s going to be the last time I fuck anybody. Getting onto my knees, I push his legs farther apart and watch my dick disappear inside of him. His cock is plump as he jerks it, looking for a release.

  With another glance at Thalia, I notice her eyes are now closed as she seeks her own orgasm. After several more pumps into his ass, I roar, pouring myself deep into my lover. Marc’s muscles flex, his head back and eyes squeezed tight, and I can tell he’s on the verge of finding that blissful peak.

  I give him two more hard thrusts before pulling out and readying my mouth for his load. In the background, I hear Thalia cry out as she orgasms, and just a few seconds later, Marc coats my tongue with the evidence of his relief.

  After collapsing next to Marc, he turns and gives me a sleepy smile before kissing my lips.

  “Well, I’m gonna sleep good tonight,” Thalia says, rearranging her position on the bed.

  “Always happy to help,” Marc responds with a smile.

  “Can’t wait to see you guys in person. I miss you and love you so much.”

  “We love you,” I answer.

  “Oh, guys! Off subject, but Emilie texted me earlier, and she wants to surprise Adrienne with a bridal shower. Do you think we can do it at our place?”

  Marc moves under the covers. “Of course.”

  “I’m surprised with all the planning Adrienne’s put into this wedding, that she hasn’t already planned a shower.”

  “You’re not supposed to plan your own bridal shower, silly,” Thalia tells me. “It’ll be in about a week, and Emilie’s inviting some of their co-workers and friends. Shouldn’t be too big, but I doubt you guys will want to be around for all the girly festivities.”

  “Definitely not,” I say instantly, making Thalia laugh.

  “We can hang out with the guys or something,” Marc adds.

  “Okay. Just wanted to run it by you, so I’ll text Emilie later and let her know we’re good to go. But for now, I’m gonna hit the sheets. I’ll talk to you both tomorrow.”

  “Okay, goodnight.”

  “Love you,” both Marc and I say simultaneously.

  “I love you guys. Goodnight!”

  She blows a kiss into the camera before giving a little wave, and then the screen goes black.

  “That was fun,” Marc says.

  “Indeed,” I reply, leaning over to kiss him. “I’m gonna go clean up.”

  When I come out of the bathroom, Marc walks in, obviously having used the bathroom down the hall.

  “Is there an equivalent to a bridal shower for the guys?” I ask Marc as I pull back the covers.

  He laughs. “I don’t think so. If there is, I’ve never heard of one.”

  “I guess we can just go drink and play some poker.”

  “Always a good time to me. I’ll be sure to get in touch with Jace tomorrow. It’ll be nice to have all the guys together for poker. Haven’t done that in a while.”

  “Your brother should be here by then.”

  We both climb into the large king size bed and pull the covers up.

  “Oh yeah. It’ll be a good night then. I can already hear the guys giving him shit.”

  I shake my head with a smile on my lips. “Can’t wait to hear it.”

  Marc lays on his right side, and I curl my body around his, my arm draping over his waist.

  “Night, Marc.”

  He answers by pushing his ass into my crotch. I’m sure he’s already half asleep. The man falls asleep faster than anybody I know.

  With all the wedding talk that’s been happening lately, I can’t help but wonder if Thalia’s ever thought about a wedding of her own. It’s not possible for us three to get married, and it hurts to know I can never give her a wedding. Same for Marc. While I’m sure he hasn’t sat up and planned what kind of flowers he wants or color theme, I wonder if he’s ever thought about getting married. Whether it be to a man or a woman. None of us can marry the other two, and it wouldn’t be right for two of us to get married.

  I stay awake wondering if they’re both okay with just living together forever, because that’s all we have. No bridal showers, bachelor parties, weddings, or honeymoons. However, maybe I can come up with a way to have a ceremony, even if it’s not legally binding, and then plan our own kind of honeymoon. Something that gives us all a wedding day without the marriage certificate.

  I fall asleep with those thoughts, and a plan to start looking into things tomorrow.

  NATHALIA

  “Is it weird to get married in a purple dress? Because I’d totally get married in a purple dress,” Emilie exclaims as we sit down for lunch.

  “I’m glad you love the color of the bridesmaid dress I picked out,” Adrienne says with a laugh. “But I don’t know about getting married in a solid purple dress. Maybe white with purple.”

  “True. I don’t want to look like Barney.”

  “Do you think you and Troy are headed that way soon?” I ask her.

  She shrugs. “I don’t know. I think if we were to get married…”

  “When,” Adrienne chimes in with a grin.

  “When we get married,” Em says with an eye roll, “it wouldn’t be some big, extravagant thing, anyway. I don’t think he’d want to go through the whole process again, considering what his ex put him through right before their wedding. Plus, I’m okay with something small and a little wacky. A purple wedding dress would be just one non-traditional thing at our wedding,” she says with a laugh.

  “What about you, Nathalia?” Adrienne asks. “Have you ever thought about some sort of ceremony for you and the guys?”

  I nod. “I have. I’ve never talked about it, but of course I’d love to be married to both of them. I mean, I know the paper doesn’t change what we have. We’re going to be happy no matter what, but what girl doesn’t fantasize about her dream wedding?”

  “You can still have a ceremony of sorts. It will be like a wedding, and everybody can dress up. There will be cake and dancing, and a moment for you all to tell each other how you feel; pledging your love and devotion to one another. I think it’ll be sweet,” Adrienne says.

  “I don’t know what the guys will think about that, but I’d love it. It’s something I should definitely broach with them at some point.”

  “Yeah, and if you think about it, we’ve all been with our significant others for almost the same time. Marc just kept you hidden from us while we were all going through our own relationship stuff,” Em says with a smile. “Maybe it’s time for us all to get married and start having babies!”

  I almost choke on my water. The baby thing is a lot more complicated with two men. The girls laugh as the waiter comes by to take our order, but my mind is reeling with thoughts of babies. How would that even work? I’m not even going to think about that right now. Let’s just take everything one step at a time.

  After placing our order, Emilie turns to look at me, still sipping on her drink. “No babies?”

  “If you think coming up with some sort of three-way ‘wedding’ ceremony is tough, I’m sure you can imagine how having babies might be complicated,” I say with a grin.

  “Well, you can just make sure you have one by each. Oh my gosh! Little dark-haired Lincolns and light-haired Marcs. How adorable!”

  Adrienne laughs while she shakes her head. I admit, the thought of two mini Marcs and Lincolns is a beautiful thing, but once again, that’s something we haven’t discussed yet.

  “How many babies do you want?” I ask, deflecting.

  “Four. Two boys and two girls,” she says with confidence.

  “Thought about this already, I take it?”

  She grins. “Just a little.”

  “Does Troy want babies?” Adrienne asks.

  “I’m not really sure. He’s never said, but I know he’d be such a good father. I really hope he does.”

  “What about you and Jace?” I ask.

  “I’m sure we will at some point. I want a couple, and I know he does, too. We just haven’t talked about when. I think I’d like to wait a couple years.”

  I nod my head in understanding.

  “Well, I don’t know about you ladies, but I am dying for bachelorette party night,” Em says with a wide smile. “We’re gonna have so much fun!”

  “I know, I can’t wait!” Adrienne exclaims.

  “I can’t wait to use one of those rooms,” Em says, wiggling her eyebrows.

  “Which room?” Adrienne asks.

  “Don’t know. All of them.”

  I laugh. “I like them, too.”

  “I know we’re not supposed to see the guys, but towards the end, I’m grabbing my man and taking him to a room!” Em states.

  Adrienne furrows her brow a little. “Jace mentioned something about Troy wanting to go out of town instead. A final boys’ bachelor weekend or something.”

  “What?” Emilie squeaks. “I haven’t heard about this. This is Troy’s idea?”

  Adrienne shrugs. “I guess.”

  Em chews on her lip for a few seconds before shaking her head and changing the subject. “So, I hear Marc’s brother is coming into town soon.”

  “Yeah, he is. Marc’s excited. This is the first time his brother has left their home state.”

  “Wow,” Adrienne exclaims. “We’ll have to be sure to show him a good time.”

  “I can only imagine what the guys have in mind,” Em says, rolling her eyes.

  “According to Marc’s mom, he’s supposed to keep him out of trouble while he’s here.”

  There’s a brief pause before we all start cracking up. Vegas and trouble pretty much go hand in hand.

  “Yeah, right. Good luck with that,” Em says, pushing her light brown hair over her shoulder.

  “How old is his brother, anyway?” Adrienne asks.

  “Thirty.”

  “I thought he’d be younger by the way his mom seems to want to keep him out of trouble.”

  I giggle. “Garrett’s the baby.”

  “Maybe she’s worried he’ll want to follow in big brother’s footsteps,” Em says with a laugh.

  “Escorting and all that?” I say with a grin. “Yeah. Marc’s mom dealt better with Marc being bi than with him being an escort. She doesn’t like to talk about that part of his life. She acts like it never happened.”

  “I can understand that,” Adrienne says.

  “Oh, A! I forgot. You free on Sunday?” Em asks Adrienne.

  “Uhh. Yeah, I think so. Why?”

  Sunday is the day we’re supposed to have her bridal shower.

  “Me and T were talking,” she says, looking at me, “and she was telling me about her new place with the guys and how the views are spectacular, and I realized we haven’t been yet. Plus, I think it would be nice to take some pictures of us with those views in the background. So, you want to come with?”

  The lie rolls off her tongue so smoothly. I’m impressed.

  “Oh. Yeah, sounds good to me. I’d love to see it. You have everything set up already?”

  “We’re almost there,” I answer. “I keep buying little things here and there and then I have to try to find a place for them.”