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bedtime snack or put a condom on and fuck me.”
    He held out his hand, and Scott tossed him a condom. She kept her gaze glued to Travis as he rolled the condom over his cock and moved to join her on the bed. He shifted easily between her sprawled thighs and used one hand to line up his cock and ease it inside. Slow. That’s how he took her—slow and easy, as if she were suddenly fragile, and he was afraid of breaking her.
    “Fuck me,” she urged.
    He glanced at her with a tender look in his eyes. “Enough fucking,” he said, leaning down to her. “I want to make love.”
    The hair on his chest rubbed over her nipples, and it felt as good as she’d imagined it would. He smiled, his gaze firmly fixed on hers as he made love to her.
    “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered to her. “I’ve always thought that. I could talk to any girl in the room except you.”
    “You talk to me all the time,” she challenged.
    “I treated you like one of the guys because I was scared to death of putting myself out there and having you walk away. I’d rather have you in my life as a friend than not at all.”
    “What?” she asked, unable to believe his words.
    “We all feel that way,” Travis told her. “You were the topic of many late-night conversations between us, and many arguments, as well, since we all wanted you and none of us were willing to step aside.”
    “I never knew,” she said, reaching up to touch his face. “I’ve always wondered what the hell was wrong with me that I couldn’t chose between you three, that I wanted you all.”
    “We’ll talk more later.” Travis panted as he increased his tempo. “All of us.”
    “Yes,” she agreed, lifting her knees to clasp his hips while she slid her fingers into his thick hair. She arched her back, wanting to feel the rasp from the hair on his chest against her nipples. Then she held him as he cried out and began thrusting in jerky movements as he came.
    The night had been perfect, utterly perfect. She stroked her hands up and down Travis’ back as he fell heavily atop her. His lips pressed a breathless kiss against her jaw as he gasped for air. She glanced up as Scott strode in from her adjourning bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist.
    “Kyle’s in the shower,” he said.
    “I can’t move.” Travis groaned then proved himself a liar when he heaved himself off her. “I’m next. Unless you want to,” he said, looking down at her.
    “I’ll wait until I can talk my body into cooperating again,” she said.
    Travis smiled at her and slipped one hand down to grip his dick as he tugged it free. He ran his fingers softly down her arm before walking toward the bathroom where she could hear water running.
    “Hurry it up,” he yelled.
    She heard Kyle say something back but couldn’t make out the words.
    “You okay?” Scott asked as he joined her on the bed. He trailed his fingers over her softening nipples as if he couldn’t bear not to touch her.
    “I’ve never felt better,” she assured him. “Sore, but in a really fantastic way.”
    “I meant what I said earlier,” he told her. “I don’t want a one-night stand. None of us do. We might have come here with the plan to urge you to choose one of us, but that ended when you took all of us to your bed.”
    “And how will this work?” she questioned. “The three of you sharing me?”
    He shrugged his massive shoulders. “We’ll figure it out as we go. All I know is now that I’ve had you, no one will ever do. Jesus, Brenna, I—” He shook his head, cutting off his words midstream. “I’m getting ahead of myself. You look exhausted. Why don’t you rest while I figure out how the hell we’re all going to sleep tonight on this bed of yours. I’ll wake you up when it’s your turn in the shower.”
    “Mmkay,” she murmured around a yawn.
    He brushed a strand of hair out of her face, and let his fingers linger there as his gaze raked over her. And even as she drifted off she