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if he’d rat me out any time soon.
    “Untie me please,” I said. “I’m feeling much better.”
    “We’ll see for how long,” Garrett answered, but surprising me, he began to untie me. When he was done, I rolled to my side as Slyte pulled me close.
    “Want me to leave you alone with him?” Garrett asked. “I’ll leave if you ask me to because it tears me apart that you are in his arms and I can only watch.”
    I looked at him, not trusting my voice. “No,” I said finally, “please stay.”
    He nodded, opened his belt, stripped naked in front of my eyes and, foolishly, it made me blush. He slipped onto the bed with me, as I had wished for him to do.
    I stared straight into his eyes, so familiar with their small flecks of gold inside the dark irises. Slyte moved behind me, his arms firmly wrapped around my middle, reminding me that I was trapped between two men. One spooned behind me, the other in front of me. Emotions rushed over me so fast I had no chance to catch or study any of them.
    “Hey,” Garrett said, his lips moving against mine in a whisper-soft kiss. The slightest smile crossed his face, as if afraid he would spook me if he expressed too much interest. “So you’re feeling better?”
    “A bit,” I answered with the truth. “But there’s still that urge within me to jump you. And that’s the drink messing with me.”
    “You sure?” There was a twinkle in his eyes, the daredevil smile I’d loved so much.
    And still loved, who was I kidding?
    “Why, Garrett?” The question I’d longed to ask him every day for the last ten weeks. I’d pictured myself screaming this question, throwing my hurt feelings at his feet. I never imagined I’d ask while lying nose to nose in bed with him as another man was holding one of my breasts cradled in his palm. My heart was so full of pain and longing, I could hardly breathe.
    “Tell me. I need to know now .”

Chapter Five
     
    My body was stirring again, demanding attention, sex and release. But I fought my need, didn’t want to give in, turning over and over what Garrett had told me.
    “I don’t expect you to believe me,” Garrett said softly, his breath tickling my lips, his words little kisses on my mouth. “But it’s the truth.” He cupped my jaw and feathered a kiss down my neck. He skimmed his fingertips along my throat, pausing when I turned in to his touch.
    “I want to believe you,” I said, but doubt lingered, why, I couldn’t say. Maybe I’d been burnt one time too many. “When you agreed to be my partner, you only wanted to keep a low profile, right?”
    “Yes,” he said. “That was the plan.”
    “You used me.”
    “I fell for you, sweetheart.”
    I hrumpfed but brought my face closer to him, loving the scrape of his beard stubble against my chin. And greedy me, I curled tighter against the hard, hot cock pressing against my butt cheeks. Garrett carressed my front—throat, breasts, my belly—while Slyte took care of my back, tracing my spine with a single finger, his hand slick with oil.
    I sensed that Garrett avoided touching Slyte while it was apparent that the Dezrian couldn’t care less about the other naked male in the bed. But it made me feel as if there were an invisible line drawn along the side of my body. Still, line or no line, the feeling of two pairs of hands traveling along my body was intensely satisfying.
    Slyte’s hand settled around my breasts from behind to tease my nipples into hard buds and his knuckles rasped across Garrett’s chest. Oh, oh, I thought with a smile, he’d just crossed the border.
    Garrett backed slightly away from me, or rather, from Slyte’s hand, proving that my assumption had been right.
    “Show me the thing on your chest once more,” I said to distract him before he changed his mind about sharing the bed with Slyte and me.
    He raised his brow and gave me a look, as if he guessed my intentions, and I traced my finger across the scars on his chest. There, above his heart,