Chapter 6

"I don't—" Jake glanced at Hunter before looking at her. "I don't understand."

"I do." Hunter sat back and eyed her. "You know what you're asking, right?"

"I don't totally, to be perfectly honest. But the idea… it got into my head and I can't get rid of it." She swallowed hard, trying to keep her voice steady. "It's a logical option to explore. Right now, I can't think of any other way to get what I want, make all of us happy." Angela spoke quickly, afraid her nerve would desert her. "I can't choose, and damn it, I don't want to. For the first time in my life, I want to do something different, be someone different. I don't want to go backward to how it was when I was dating you." She looked at Hunter. "Or you." She locked eyes with Jake. "I don't want to go back to what I had with each of you. I want to move forward. Together. With both of you." She drew a deep breath, steadying herself. "At least, I want to try it out. Because if I don't, we'll never know if it can work."

"A three-way." Jake leaned back in his chair. "A ménage." He laughed at Hunter's surprised look. "What? You don't think I know about these things?" He tapped his chest. "I'm on the Internet."

The mild protest had them all smiling.

The tension in the room lessened a fraction, enough to ease Angela's fears.

She stayed silent, letting the idea sink in.

Jake looked at the floor and rubbed his boots together, dislodging a clump of mud from one sole.

Hunter scratched under his chin and studied the ceiling tiles.

Angela had nothing left to say, so she didn't.

"Okay." Hunter stood up. "I don't know if this will work or not but I'll be damned if I'm going to be the one to disappoint you." He glanced at Jake.

Jake scrubbed his hand through his short brown hair and shook his head.

Angela's heart sank.

"This—" He stopped, his gaze on the floor. "This has got to be the craziest thing you've ever asked me." He looked up and locked his green eyes with hers. "Or him, I'm assuming."

Hunter nodded.

"But I'm willing to give it a shot." Jake rose. "Because I love you and if this is what you want to try then I'm in." He smirked. "So to speak."

Hunter rubbed the palms of his hands on his jeans. "Only way we're going to find out of this works or not. Where and when do you want to do this?"

Emboldened by their responses, Angela spoke. "I've booked a room at the Touchstone Hotel for this Saturday night. Can you both make it?"

Jake frowned, and she saw the mental calculations in his eyes, the distant look. "I can switch shifts with Phil. He owes me for when his daughter was born a few months, no problem there."

Hunter looked at Angela. "No games this weekend. And no meetings I can't either reschedule or skip out on altogether." He shook his head. "I didn't think you could surprise me anymore. Guess I was wrong."

She felt the heat on her face. "You asked me about a woman's greatest fantasy. Now you know."

Hunter let out a sharp laugh. "Got me there." He went to the door and flipped the sign over. "Okay, then. Saturday night."

"Yep." Jake rose from the seat. He smirked, easing Angela's nerves. "Let's see if the coach remembers his playbook or if he needs to be replaced before the first tip-off."

Hunter raised an eyebrow, signaling his willingness to play along. "At least I'm not second-string, warming the bench while the big boys get on the court." He tapped his chest. "We'll see who gets more play time and who hits the showers early."

"Enough with the sports references. Out." Angela stood up, her stomach still churning. She let out a nervous laugh, giddy with the success of her proposition. She shooed them both out, hands waving in the air. "Both of you. I'll see you Saturday."

"Hell, yeah." Hunter blew her a kiss and unlocked the door before walking out.

Jake hesitated, holding back until Hunter was out of sight. "I'll be there. But don't forget you can call this off at any time. Any time." He repeated, mimicking putting a phone to his ear. "Saturday morning, afternoon, evening, at any point. Be there because you want to be there, not because you believe you owe it to us."

"I won't." She smiled, her eyes brimming with tears. "Now get out before Hunter comes back and picks a fight."

"As you wish." He went to the door and smiled. "You're still full of surprises, Angela Kenzie. Never change."

And he was gone.

The door shut behind him, sealing Angela in her office.

She let out a whoof of air and leaned back in her chair, her heart racing.

What have I done?

I'm not sure, she answered herself, but it sure as hell is going to be one interesting night.

Jake caught up with Hunter before he made it to his car.

Hunter spun around, obviously anticipating Jake's approach. He leaned back on the Charger and waited.

"You okay with this?" Jake kept his voice down.

Hunter gave a loud snort. "Hell, no. I was hoping this meeting was for her to kick you to the curb. But Angie's always chosen her own path."

"That's true." Jake crossed his arms and moved beside him as they both looked back at the law office. "One time she faced down a bunch of drunk frat boys. Cornered her and a few girlfriends out on the grounds, made crude remarks about what they were going to do." Jake shook his head. "I only heard about it afterward from a friend."

"What did she do?"

"Read them the riot act. Included each possible infraction of the rules and threatened to drag them not only through the courts but through the media until they had as much of a chance of graduating as they did of growing wings and flying away."

"And they left?"

"Nah. They were drunk and horny and didn't give a crap about anything she was saying." Jake let out a sharp laugh. "She kicked one of them in the nuts and all the girls ran. The boys were too busy helping their buddy to go after her."

Hunter snickered. "Yeah. She's a handful." He looked at Jake. "So, we're going to try this?"

"At least for one night." Jake rolled his shoulders back. "I don't know about you, but I want her to be happy. Maybe this'll work for her, maybe it won't." He shook his head. "I'm hoping it doesn't, that she decides she wants just one of us and chooses me. But it's her call. Got to say I'm curious to see how it all works out."

"Me, too." Hunter eyed him. "Maybe you should follow my lead. I know what she likes."

Jake levered himself off the car with another laugh. "So do I, Coach. So do I."

A few days later Jake sat at his office desk, typing as fast as he could. It was almost noon on Saturday, and he wasn't in a mood to waste time.

His phone rang.

Jake looked at the text message.

Don't forget. Touchstone Hotel. Eight p.m.

Short and sweet.

Classic Angie.

He sent back a smiling-face emoji and nothing else.

"You good?" Grace walked by on the way to the coffee machine.

"Doing great. Finishing off the council report before Phil comes in."

The dispatcher refilled her mug and moved to stand in front of his desk. "Taking a night off?"

"Switching shifts. Figured I'd cash in the favor before it got stale." Jake tried to make the shoulder shrug look nonchalant, as if nothing was out of the ordinary.

When everything was.

It was hard to focus on the bland monthly report, detailing the small police force's happenings. In the middle of typing, he had an overwhelming urge to sweep the keyboard off the table and roar like a beast, shout to the rooftops he was going be with Angela Kenzie tonight for the experience of a lifetime.

If he had anything to do with it.

Hunter's phone buzzed, bringing him out of a sound sleep. He'd had a restless night, tossing and turning, fuzzy dreams of Angela creeping in and out of his mind.

He couldn't figure out if he was mad or glad about the situation.

Angela wasn't the same woman he knew from high school, just as he wasn't the same man. Her request, while surprising, wasn't far out of line with his own desires and fantasies.

If anyone hadn't thought about a threesome at some point in their lives, they were either lying or headed for a religious order. True, his own had been two women—except that for Angie, he couldn't imagine anyone else joining them.

Now it was Hunter and Jake and Angie—something he'd never considered.

The question was if the three of them would be able to mesh together or dissolve into a fumbling, messy brawl as each man tried to top the other and hog Angela all to himself.

And while he liked Jake, respected Jake, it was going to be interesting to see how he'd react in this situation.

The text message was enough to bring him to full wakefulness.

Don't forget. Touchstone Hotel. Eight p.m.

Hunter sat up and laughed, tapping the small screen to acknowledge the text.

When Angie said she was going to do something, she did it.

That much hasn't changed.

He glanced at the clock. It was close to noon.

Plenty of time to get ready to deliver the night of a lifetime to the woman he loved.

He yawned and headed for the shower, mentally drawing up plans for the evening's entertainment.

There was no way he was going to let Jake Weatherly get ahead of him in this area.

Angela's heart began to race as she approached the hotel, her fingers tightening on the steering wheel. It was a luxury hotel about an hour's drive out of town, attached to the nearby casino. She'd never been here but had read about it online, the high traffic improving the odds that no one would recognize her or the other two men, or put together what was going on.

She wasn't sure how open-minded Glen Barrow had become in the past few years, but she wasn't going to push it.

"Ms. Kenzie." The beaming clerk slid the card key across the polished counter. "Hope you enjoy your stay with us."

She smiled and picked up her overnight bag, feeling more confident by the second.

This is my time.

This is what I want.

This is what I need.

She took a long, leisurely shower in the over-sized stall, pampering herself with body lotion and perfume before retreating to the bedroom.

It took a few minutes to slip the lingerie on.

It'd been a present to herself, bought months ago on a whim from an online site. She'd resolved to save it for a special occasion, and it'd stayed packed in her storage bags until yesterday.

Now it signified her freedom. To be with whom she wanted, when she wanted.

The black lace rubbed against her skin as she slipped the soft white hotel robe back on and opened up the minibar.

She'd already eaten dinner at home, telling her mother she was going out of town to take a client's deposition and would be back late on Sunday. The cover story would keep gossip at a minimum and allow her a degree of privacy.

Angela plucked a small bottle of scotch out and prepared a drink.

She wasn't going to get drunk, but she sure as hell could use a bit of a pickup.

Jake closed the trunk of his car and slung his duffel bag up over his shoulder. He looked up at the hotel.

Nice digs.

He flashed back to the encounter at the side of the road and the way she'd reacted to his touch, arching back against him with unfettered need and want.

The memory shot straight to his groin and he grunted.

New tricks, Angie.

For all three of us.

He looked around the parking lot, afraid for a second someone would recognize him. It wouldn't be illegal for the police chief to go to a hotel, or to a casino, but he was always worried about public opinions.

His inner voice snapped at him as he hesitated again, studying the people walking in and out of the hotel.

Enough. Go to her.

She's waiting for you.

A second text from Angela an hour ago had given the room number, so he didn't have to deal with the clerk. Given the busy traffic in and out of the lobby, Jake doubted anyone would have blinked if he'd walked through in a full SWAT team uniform.

He got to the room and knocked.

The door opened to show Hunter standing there, a smile on his face. He was barefoot, wearing only a white dress shirt and khakis.

"You're ahead of schedule." He looked at his watch. "It's only seven fifty-five."

"You're worse." Jake laughed and pushed by him to enter the room. "Doesn't look good when a man comes too early. Might want to remember that."

Any further jokes fell off his tongue as he caught sight of Angela.

She stood at the foot of the king-sized bed, a white robe wrapped around her. Her cheeks were flushed as she looked at the two men.

Hunter closed the door. "Got here a few minutes ago. Barely long enough to get my socks and shoes off." He turned and faced Angela. "She's been waiting for you. Hasn't moved an inch."

Jake nodded, searching for the words. Her long blonde hair was loose on her shoulders, a long strand sneaking in under the front of her robe.

"Call it, Angie," Jake said in a hoarse voice. He tossed the duffle bag to the side. "We're at your command."

He couldn't think of what else to say.

She smiled and the simple gesture shot straight to his cock, sending him to full attention in an instant.

"First, you're both awfully overdressed. Second—" She slowly drew the long belt free of the robe to let it fall open. "I'm not."

Jake's heart felt like it was about to burst out of his chest.

He'd seen Angela naked before.

But this time she wasn't naked.

And it was sexier than ever.

The black lacy corset hooked up the middle, playing into her ample cleavage. The tiny matching thong hid nothing and yet hid everything, standing out against her fair skin.

She licked her lips and put her hands on her hips, her attention going from one man to the other.

"I'm waiting."

"Yes, ma'am." Jake chuckled as he stripped, making short work of his black T-shirt and jeans. He tossed them to the side along with his socks and shoes.

Hunter kept staring at her, transfixed by the slinky black fabric.

Angela cocked an eyebrow.

"Come on, slowpoke." Jake laughed as Hunter struggled to get his shirt off. "I hope you're better with your hands in bed, Coach."

Hunter ran his tongue over his lips and looked at Angela. "Just getting ready for the tip-off."

Angela rolled her eyes and dropped the robe. "Get over here, you two. I'm getting cold."

She couldn't stop trembling.

All of the fantasies she'd had, all of the wet dreams sending her over the edge, they were about to disappear.

This was real.

Angela closed her eyes as the two naked men approached her.

Jake's low laugh came from her right as someone pulled the robe away from around her feet. "You're damned sexy. But you knew that."

He moved behind her, so close that his body heat sent goosebumps over her exposed skin.

"What do you want?" The heated breath tickled her ear.

"Everything," she whispered. "I want you both to do everything to me. What you've wanted, what you've wished, what you needed."

Hunter sucked in his breath through clenched teeth as Jake whispered his response.

"We will. Keep your eyes closed." Jake drew his fingers up the back of her legs, skipping over the lace. His hands went to her hips, around to her breasts. He squeezed them lightly as his mouth landed on her left shoulder, atop the fading mark he'd left there so long ago. His teeth scraped against her skin, the soft kiss intensifying with each second.

She let out a noise but didn't try to stop him.

Jake pulled free. "Something to remind you of tonight every time you look in the mirror." The slow rumble echoed through her body, sending her nerves ablaze.

Angela let out a soft cry as he resumed his task, dragging his tongue up to nip at her earlobe before leaving a trail of kisses down her neck to her shoulder mark.

"And while he's busy," Hunter's gentle laugh reached her ears, "let me worship you. Like I said I wanted to do, back in my office."

The kiss was hard and crushing, his hot hands clutching at her ass as he came up against her. His knee nudged her legs apart even as Jake increased the pressure on her breasts, sandwiching her between him and Hunter.

Angela couldn't hold back a whimper, her senses overloading between the two approaches.

She was coming apart already.

Jake lifted his mouth and chuckled. "Now you've got a nice pair." He squeezed her breasts again and ran his thumbs over her erect nipples. "These too."

Hunter pulled free and groaned. "How long did it take for you to think that one up?"

"Everyone's a critic." Jake nuzzled the side of her neck as his hands moved to fumble with the corset fastenings. His teeth nipped at her earlobe. "So glad you dressed up for us."

"True," Hunter agreed as he kissed the base of her neck. "It's like Christmas. Especially unwrapping the gifts."

His kisses headed south, following Jake's fingers, his hands still firmly on her ass.

Angela gasped, dangerously close to losing her balance.

"Don't worry," Jake said in her ear. "We'll catch you. Let yourself go."

A wet kiss on her thigh told her where Hunter was.

Kneeling in front of her.

A blazing surge of heat spiraled out from her core as she imagined how she must look. Caught between two men, half-undressed with one propping her up from behind and the other literally at her feet.

She wasn't sure how it was going to get better.

Hunter hummed a jaunty tune as he tugged at the black thong with his teeth. His fingers curled up against her skin as he drew it down from behind.

Better.

"Lean back against me." Jake whispered. "We're going to sit." His bare legs pressed against hers as he lowered her into his lap, his erection pulsing against the small of her back, hard and demanding. "Give my man here easier access." His feet curled around hers and tugged her legs apart, spreading her wide.

"How considerate of you," Hunter murmured into her thigh as he stripped the flimsy piece of fabric away.

She kept her eyes closed, dizzy with anticipation and desire.

The corset popped open with a burst of cool air rushing in over her heated skin. Jake pulled it apart before placing his hands on her exposed breasts.

"Much better. Don't get me wrong, I love lace. But I love these better." His thumb and forefinger latched onto one nipple, giving it a sharp pinch.

Angela jerked back with a yelp.

"So perfect. So delicate." Now he held both nipples between his fingers, rolling the delicate skin slowly. "So easy to make you come."

She whimpered, racing toward the peak with record speed.

"Good thing I know you've got more than one in you," Jake said. "Did you know that, Coach?"

"Yes. Yes, I did," Hunter growled. "Because I was the first one to find out. Don't get ahead of yourself, rookie."

Angela opened her mouth to say something but was silenced by Hunter's hot wet tongue sliding up her inner folds.

Oh. God.

She thrashed back against Jake, digging her nails into his bare legs in an effort to keep some semblance of balance. He let out a hiss but didn't buck her off.

"Ah." Hunter's muffled words reached her ears. "I've missed this." Another long, heated swipe of his tongue and she was shifting uncontrollably against Jake, lifting and lowering her hips as Hunter continued his "worship".

"Let's see if we can take the edge off," Jake whispered. "We've got all night and I don't plan to get a lot of sleep." He increased the pressure on her nipples. "I've almost got her here, Hunter. Can you catch up?"

She wanted to say something, anything but Hunter's tongue flicked over her tiny bud, once—twice—

Jake pinched both of her nipples as Hunter sucked hard, drawing her into his mouth one last time.

Game over.

Angela let out a series of loud long screams, jerking uncontrollably. Her eyes shot open but she couldn't see anything, her pleasure overriding all other senses.

Soft hands stroked her, caressed her sensitive skin, held her tight and soothed her shattered senses with gentle kisses.

She came back to find herself sprawled on the bed, stripped of the lingerie and between the two men.

"I see you're still a screamer," Hunter whispered into her ear. He spooned her from behind, hands on her hips. "Some things never change."

Jake gave her a sweet delicate kiss. "Damn. I almost came right there." His erection nudged her right leg. "But we'll get to that soon enough."

"That was—" Angela drew a breath, her throat aching. She shook her head, bereft of words to describe it.

"Good." Hunter chuckled. "I'd be upset if it were anything less. And the night's still young." He drew a finger along her side, setting off small tremors through her skin. "But you need a short rest. Let me get you some water."

Before she could speak, he moved off the bed, leaving her with Jake.

He went to the mini-fridge and opened it. "I don't even want to think about what they're charging for this. But tonight, it's worth it." He pulled out one bottle of water and returned to the bed. "Here." Hunter snapped the top off and offered it to her lips.

She drank thirstily, her sore throat grateful for the coolness.

Hunter took a swig before passing it to Jake who finished off the bottle and tossed it on the floor.

"Hey. No littering," Hunter said.

Jake chuckled and nibbled on Angela's earlobe. "How are you doing?"

"Great," she whispered.

"Hope we're ready for round two." Jake stroked her side, his fingers trailing along her hipbones. "Because I don't know if I can wait much longer."

"No patience?" Hunter grinned.

"Not tonight," Jake said, a note of a growl in his voice.

Now it was his turn to climb off the bed.

Angela stretched out, the lethargy in her bones easily chased away by the sight of Jake Weatherly strolling across the room naked. She hadn't seen this much of him since their encounter in the locker room, and while she'd liked what she'd seen there, this was a much, much better exhibit.

His finely-toned abs glistened with sweat as he unzipped his bag and reached inside. She had an excellent view of his ass, tight and dying to be touched, caressed. Squeezed.

"Now, as I recall—" He caught her eye and winked. "You said something about the cuffs."

Angela caught her breath at the shiny metal handcuffs in his hands.

"You did learn some new tricks at university," Hunter murmured as Jake held them up high. "One of the benefits of higher education."

She laughed, feeling giddy. "Never stop pushing your limits."

"Exactly." Jake walked back to the bed. He looked behind her at the headboard and smiled. "Good. Was hoping we could make this happen."

She shivered. The bed was made of wrought-iron, from the bedposts to the elaborate metalwork behind her head. She hadn't chosen the decor but, in retrospect, it was perfect.

Jake reached up behind her and she heard metal on metal. He raised an eyebrow and nodded to Hunter. "If you don't mind."

Hunter slid off the bed and took each of her hands, raising them up over her head so Jake could lock them to the metal frame. The cold around her wrists sent a frisson of desire singing through her body, the tension already building up in anticipation of what was to come.

Hunter's cock bobbed dangerously close to her mouth and she licked her lips, entranced by the thick musky smell that was his and his alone. A small bead of moisture hung from the tip, signaling his enthusiasm.

"Would you like some of this?" He gave the cuffs one last yank to make sure she was secured and reached down to stroke himself. "Angie?"

"Yes." She turned her head to the side and smiled. "Bet I can make you scream this time."

Hunter laughed and leaned in, one hand gripping the railing over her head as he maneuvered his cock to her mouth. "Watch out Jake—she's getting feisty again."

"We'll see." Jake moved back to the bag and pulled out a long stream of condoms. "I came prepared for a long, long night. And morning as well."

Angela watched him rip open a packet and roll the condom slowly, carefully over his length and climb on the bed, straddling her. He licked his finger and drew it between her breasts, leaving a wet trail down over her belly.

She shifted her hips, urging him on.

Jake let out a moan as he slid against her, nudging her legs apart. He pressed his lips to her navel before moving upward, following the trail with soft, gentle kisses.

"Come on now, Chief." Hunter chuckled. "We're waiting for you." He stroked himself again, his hips pushing forward. "Patience is not my strong suit."

"Don't wait on my account," Jake said. "Give the lady what she wants."

Angela wetted her lips, urging him on.

Hunter let out a loud drawn-out moan as she pulled his cock into his mouth, drawing it in as deep as she could, to the back of her throat.

He didn't thrust, didn't move, his head thrown back as she licked and sucked him at her own pace, thrilling to the control she had over him. A low, rolling moan escaped his lips, his body trembling as he fought to stay still.

"My turn." Jake entered her at a slow, lazy pace, stealing her attention as she adjusted to fit him. Waves of pleasure shot out to each nerve in her body at the careful, methodical possession of her body.

There was no escape here. She was cuffed to the headboard, totally at their mercy and under their control.

And yet Angela knew, she knew they were under hers.

"More," Hunter whispered. He placed his hand on her head—not so much to control her but to guide her as he began to leisurely pump in and out of her mouth, the gasps and grunts rising and falling as she increased her pressure on his cock, pulling it as deep as she could.

His fingers tangled in her hair, the gentle grip increasing over time.

"Fuck." Hunter ground the word out between clenched teeth. "I don't know how much longer I can hang on here. She's so damned hot—" He grunted.

Jake hovered over her, his arms keeping him from crushing Angela or interfering with her activity with Hunter. He gave a sharp laugh as he rolled his hips, now deep inside her. His breath came in short pants as he varied his strokes, surprising her with every thrust.

He leaned in, nipping her earlobe with his teeth. "Don't misbehave, Angie—give the coach what he wants and then I'll give you what you want. If he thinks you've earned it."

Angela would have cried out if she could have, the tingling flowing through her body and spiraling outward as she approached another overload. She flexed her wrists, the cold metal keeping her in place—she needed to touch him, stroke him…

"Come on, Angie," Jake whispered. "Give it to Hunter and I'll give it to you." He thrust upward. "Now."

She flicked her tongue over the tip of Hunter's cock before latching on it with her lips one last time and pulling him in as far as she could once more, sucking hard.

"Yes." Hunter let out a sigh as he emptied himself into her, eyes closed tight as his hips thrust forward in one last burst of energy. "Oh, God. Yes." He pulled away with a pained grunt and dropped off the bed to kneel, his forehead pressed to the cool white sheets.

She swallowed hard, tasting the salty essence, the taste of her first love.

Angela turned to face Jake.

Now it was only the two of them.

"What do you say, Coach?" Jake's strokes increased as he moved up the bed to kiss her neck and bury his face in her loose hair, flying free around them. "Did she earn this?"

"Fuck." Hunter's whispered curse reached her ears. "Give it to her, Jake. Give her everything she wants."

"All mine now." Jake groaned into her ear. "Come for me again, Angie. I know you've got it in you."

"I don't know…" Angela whimpered as he picked up his pace.

"You can. And you will," Jake ordered.

Angela tugged on the handcuffs but they weren't giving way. All she could do was wrap her legs around Jake's waist as he moved faster and faster, his hands sliding under her to lift her hips against him and let him go deeper, deeper—-

Yes.

There was no holding back the scream erupting from her throat as her legs locked around him one last time, squeezing as tight as she could.

Jake emptied himself into her with quick, disjointed thrusts, all hope of rhythm lost. He threw his head back and let out a long, drawn-out moan before slumping, lips pressed against her neck. He drew short, shuddering breaths as he tried hard not to put his full weight on her.

"Enough." Hunter rose on unsteady legs and reached up behind her.

The pressure on her arms eased as Hunter undid the handcuffs and released her hands. He didn't let them fall free but lowered them by her sides after pressing his lips to the inside of each wrist.

Jake moved off her with a grunt, turning away to dispose of the condom.

Hunter stretched out alongside Angela, his eyes half-closed. He pulled her into his arms before kissing her deeply, brushing his hand through her hair. "God, I've missed you."

Jake reached over and massaged her left wrist, frowning as he studied the thin red line left by the metal cuffs. "You okay?" He pressed his lips to the pulse point on her hand. "Got to be careful with the thrashing. Maybe I'll get some of those furry ones for next time." His mouth turned up into a smirk. "Don't want to start any rumors."

"Too late." Angela shifted between the two men, her cooling skin seeking warmth from the two men pressed against her.

Hunter dropped kisses along her jaw line before pressing his head between her breasts, his arms tight around her waist.

"I'm good." She let out a tired giggle with the last of her strength. "I'm great."

A wave of exhaustion swept over her, drawing her into a soft dark tunnel. She gave into the need for sleep, her senses in overload.

It was morning when Angela snapped awake. She looked up at the ceiling as it came into focus, momentarily confused as to where she was.

She remembered and deep warmth surged through her body, the mental fog lifting with a vivid recollection of what had happened in the past few hours. The highlights ran through her mind, bringing a smile to her face even as she stretched out and winced, underused muscles protesting the recent exercise.

She looked at Jake's sleeping face and drew her hand over his face, over the strong chiseled jaw. The day-old stubble gave him a rugged look and it was easy to imagine him in the wilderness, building a life out of whatever he found and claiming it for his own. There was a feral sense about him, the beast barely kept at bay.

Her protector. Her honor guard. Her man.

Hunter stirred, his head lying on her breasts. She drew her fingers through the short black hair.

Here was her past, her first love returned to her whole. It was as if the years apart didn't exist, their time away from each other only a faint memory. He'd always liked taking command, fighting with her for who'd be in charge.

That hadn't changed.

She stroked the back of his neck, reveling in the softness of the skin. It was a sharp contrast to the rest of his body, the toned muscles of an athlete stretched out on the king-size bed.

Hunter mumbled something before kissing his way to her left nipple and drawing it into his mouth.

Angela rose off the bed with a cry as he continued to suckle, murmuring incoherently as his grip on her waist tightened. She grabbed his hair but didn't pull him away, caught between pleasure and pain as his teeth scraped against her sensitive skin.

Jake shifted and pressed against her. "Keep it down, you two." He opened his eyes and smiled. "Or not." He wriggled his nose. "Time for our morning shower."

Hunter pulled free with a wet pop. "I agree."

The two men looked at Angela, waiting for her input.

She couldn't help grinning. "That would be lovely."

The shower stall was indeed big enough for all three of them.

Jake stood behind her, hands on her waist, as Hunter worked on the water temperature and settled for hot but not scalding.

"So." Hunter smiled and tilted his head to one side. "Ready for your wake-up call?"

Angela chewed on her lip, taken aback by the sudden sensuality in his words. She hadn't expected anything other than a shower at this point.

Jake murmured into her ear. "Your decision. We can just shower or—"

She looked down, seeing Hunter's cock standing at attention, twitching as he waited for her response. Angela reached out and ran her hand from root to tip with a slow, steady stroke. He let out a low rolling growl from between clenched teeth, his eyes half-closed as she increased her grip, feeling him grow under her touch.

"I think it's your turn," she whispered, her mind spinning.

Jake laughed and pulled her back against him as he rested against the tiled wall. "You're on deck, Coach."

"Hell, yeah." Hunter moved in to kiss her, hard and hungry, his tongue battling with hers for dominance. His hand moved to land atop hers, riding along as she continued to touch him, then entwined with her fingers to move her hand away.

Hunter turned away for a second as Jake's hands landed on her breasts again, thumbs rubbing over the sensitized skin.

"Always prepared," Jake said.

Hunter grabbed one of the condoms placed within reach by one of the two men. It took only a few seconds for him to rip the packet open and slide the condom down over his length, grunting impatiently.

Angela gasped and arched back against Jake, her senses already sliding into overdrive. The simple stimulation was almost painful after the night's events, but it still drew her toward the peak again with unerring accuracy.

"Don't you dare come yet," Hunter gripped her hips hard before lifting her up off her feet, Jake helping steady her. "Not until I say so."

Hunter lowered her onto his cock, sliding her down with an agonizing slow pace. Finally he was seated inside her, Angela's legs automatically coming up to lock around his waist.

"In another time and place, I'd be fucking your ass—like I used to do." Jake groaned as he pressed against her, his cock rubbing between her butt cheeks. "But there's no time to prep you for that." The thrusting continued, the soapy water offering what it could in the way of lubrication. "You'll have to imagine it for now. I sure as hell am."

She whined, her hips bucking back against him instinctively.

"Right now, you're mine. Hold on, Angie." Hunter kissed her hard, one hand reaching out to steady him. "This is going to be one fast ride."

The first thrust shot her almost over the top, the double sensory input of Hunter in front of her, inside her, while Jake stood behind her caressing her breasts, his teeth grazing her shoulder where he'd already re-marked her. Her imagination kicked in, visualizing his cock sliding into her ass, the double penetration filling her, owning her…

"Hold…" Hunter growled as he increased the pace, the hard, fast strokes signaling an end to his patience. "Hold…"

She couldn't take any more, her senses overloading yet again.

Angela shook and shuddered around him, tossing her head back against Jake's shoulder as Hunter let out a shout, his thrusts becoming erratic and shaky.

A long minute later, Hunter took hold of her legs and gently lowered her to the floor, pulling out with a grunt.

"You got her?" He looked over her shoulder at Jake.

Jake kissed the side of her neck, one arm around her torso to help her stay standing. "Yep. We're good here."

We're exhausted, she said silently.

Hunter stepped out of the stall for a minute before returning. The hot spray ran over his bare shoulders and chest as he reached out and caressed her cheek.

"Time to get cleaned up." He held up a washcloth and a bar of soap. "Don't worry. Now we're going to be gentle."

She was in heaven.

After the shower, she'd stepped out into a warm towel held by Jake, who proceeded to dry her off from head to toe, refusing to let her do anything other than raise her arms and turn. Hunter worked on her hair, using the hotel room's hair dryer to brush out the long blonde curls and tame them into a ponytail.

Finally, they'd placed the bathrobe back on her and escorted her to the bed where she lay between the two men, both now wearing jeans but no shirts.

Angela steeled herself to look over at the digital clock flashing quietly on the far table.

"Almost time to check out." The surge of emotion almost brought her to tears.

"Of this room. But not this." Jake pressed her hand to his mouth and kissed it. "Not if you don't want it to be."

"You—?" She swallowed hard, forcing herself to think straight. "You're okay with this?"

Jake looked over at Hunter who had raised himself up on one elbow. "We'll have to talk it over. When you approached us with this idea, I wished it was just me. But you've never looked happier." A sheepish grin appeared. "Not even at our best times together."

"I hate to agree with him but, yeah." A reddish tinge colored Hunter's face. "And I have to admit it was all sorts of hot."

"You two…" She drew a deep breath, steadying herself. "What do you want to talk about?"

Hunter eyed Jake. "No offense, but it's something Jake and I need to discuss without you around." He skimmed her bare torso with his fingers, ticking the delicate skin. "You're too distracting."

She chuckled, accepting the excuse. "I understand. But—" She held up a finger. "Total honesty with each other. If we do this, we'll have to keep it quiet from everyone else to start with; we can't afford to lie to ourselves."

Hunter smiled. "You got it." He bounced off the bed. "Now let's get dressed, check out and get us some breakfast. I don't know about you two but I'm starving." He ran his hand over his bare stomach and Angela felt a surge of desire, despite her exhaustion. "How about we hit the Midnight Diner for pancakes?"

Jake laughed. "And afterward, we can go back to your place and have a second breakfast." He licked his lips and looked at Angela.

She swallowed hard, surprised at the rush of desire washing over her.

I've unleashed a monster.

Three of them.

She couldn't stop smiling.

The sunlight crept across the floor, signaling the morning's retreat.

Angela made a rough estimate at the time and looked at the wall clock for confirmation.

She scowled, as it was two more hours later than she'd guessed.

"Right." Angela tugged on the sheet, pulling it out from under the two men. "I've got to get going."

Hunter rolled onto his side and smiled. "Are you sure?" He put his hand over his mouth to cover a yawn.

"I'm sure." Angela sat up, covering her breasts. "My mother's going to expect me home at some point." She reached over and poked Jake's bare ass. "And, if I recall correctly, you have a shift tonight."

Jake opened one eye, the rest of his face crushed into a pillow. "I do. Thanks for reminding me."

Hunter got to his feet, flinching as he put his hand at the small of his back. "Note for future: Hardwood floor not the best for wild sex. Or any sex."

"Note for future. Get bigger bed," Jake shot back as he rolled onto his back and yawned.

After a giggling, erratic breakfast at the Midnight Diner where they'd been the focus of more than one curious look and hushed conversation, they'd adjourned to Hunter's house and Hunter's bedroom. They found a double-sized mattress was a poor fit for the three of them, legs hanging off the edge of the bed and grunted curses as laughter turned back to lust and improvisation became the primary focus.

She couldn't remember who had suggested the floor or if they'd ended up there by accident in a tangle of pillows and sheets, giggling and laughing.

She did remember the fun that had followed.

Her cheeks burned as she reached for her jeans, which were hanging haphazardly off of Hunter's bedpost.

"Hey."

Angela turned back to see Hunter staring at her.

"Are you okay?" He walked over to the nearby dresser and got himself a pair of track pants. "You look a little—"

"Unsettled." Jake finished the sentence as he slowly got to his feet. He swung his arms around, stretching out.

"I'm okay." She couldn't stop smiling. "I had a great time." Angela hesitated, not sure how to phrase the obvious question.

She gave up and straight-out asked. "How are you two? I mean—" She gave up searching for her underwear and settled for pulling her blouse out from under the bed. "Last night at the hotel was one thing, but now we're here. In the light of day, blemishes and all." It was hard to focus her thoughts with both naked men walking nearby, close enough to touch and fondle and drag back to the floor.

Hunter sat on the bed, pulling his pants on. "I understand what you're saying." He shook his head. "I can tell you I wish you had chosen me." He jerked a thumb at Jake who stood nearby. "And I would have been upset if you'd chosen him." A smile spread across his face. "But I have to confess I sort of like this."

Jake crossed the room to Angela and helped her button up her blouse. "What he said." He leaned forward and kissed her. "It'll take a bit of getting used to but I can do this. Because I love you and want you to be happy."

The confession brought tears to her eyes. She sniffled, unable to find the words.

"Oh, man." Jake looked over at Hunter. "Now I've done it."

Hunter rose from the bed and came over as Jake pulled Angela into a hug. He put his arms around the pair, kissing the back of her neck as she wept.

A few minutes later, she pulled free, wiping her eyes.

"I'm sorry. I don't know what—"

"Hey." Hunter cupped her cheek in one hand. "It's a hell of an emotional kick to the gut to do something like this. Can't blame you at all." He looked at Jake as if for confirmation.

"Yeah." Jake rubbed the back of his head. "If you had told me a year ago, even a month ago, I'd be in something like this I'd have thought you were mad. But if it works—" He gave her a sheepish grin. "Ain't broke, don't fix it."

"Okay." She cleared her throat. "I've got a pretty busy schedule this week, most of it in Judge Tisker's courtroom. I won't be able to do much until next weekend."

"Works for me." Hunter rose from the bed. "Road trip for me with the team." He glanced at Jake. "You?"

He stepped back from Angela. "Night shift. I'm going to be hooting like an owl for two weeks."

"Okay. Let's plan to be together in two weeks," she said. "Not much else we can do."

"You got it." Jake looked at Hunter and laughed. "Dang. Bad enough I have to schedule my officers, now I got to schedule my off time as well."

Angela walked over and kissed him on the cheek. "You did say it was all about me."

"True." His hand shot out and grabbed the back of her neck, drawing her in for a heated kiss that left her breathless. "And don't you ever forget it." He released her with a laugh. "Hunter, you've got to work on getting a bigger bed for next time." Jake winced as he stretched out his right arm. "I think I dislocated something."

"Okay." Angela smiled. "I've got to get going before my mother calls the National Guard out." She kissed each man in turn. "Have a good day."

Hunter laughed. "Already did."