Fuck, yes. This was better than anything. Devin ground against Summer, hoisting her hips up to rub his dick through her folds. Blake bit his cheek as he watched, his own cock hard and eager.

  Over and over Devin stroked her with his solid shaft, coating himself in her juices, brushing her tender clit until she whimpered in need.

  Blake reached down and brushed her hair off her neck. He bent to kiss her, tasting her sweat-tinged skin and smelling the faint sweetness of her perfume. Mmm. He licked her earlobe and she cried out, digging her nails into his hips and bucking her hips against Devin.

  She wanted to be fucked. Needed it. Blake reached around to cup her face under the chin. Summer opened her eyes and looked up as he pulled her head down to his crotch. His cock bumped against her lips. “I know what you want. And you’ll get it. Right, Devin?”

  Devin tugged her back again and Summer opened on a groan. Blake’s tip slipped past her plump lips and he forced his body still. Her tongue rolled over and around, lapping at his ridge, swirling around the crown. God. Blake reached down and collected her hair, pulling it off her face and holding it back as she took him deeper.

  He looked up at Devin. “Fuck her. Hard. She needs it.”

  Summer moaned her agreement around his shaft and Devin grinned. “My pleasure.” He pulled back and sunk into her in a single thrust—cutting through her wet heat until he’d buried himself to the hilt. Her body spasmed and even Blake felt it—her lips turned to jelly, her fingers bounced on his hips and an orgasm ripped through her. Damn.

  Devin rocked her through her orgasm, pushing her down on Blake’s cock a bit further with every shake and tremble of her body.

  When they were apart, Blake could forget these moments when time froze and the world stood still. Not now. Her lips clenched around him, holding his rigid cock inside her as she shook. He stroked her face and Devin thrust again.

  A shiver ran through her, all the way to her fingertips that jerked against his skin. Every orgasm bared her soul—a moment of ecstasy that opened her up and exposed her secrets and made him fall harder. Deeper. Summer was theirs. In every way.

  * * *

  SUMMER

  Summer reeled. An orgasm? From this? Devin rocked her against him, his cock slicing through her swollen folds to reach every part of her. Blake’s thick crown edging down her throat with every pass. She was surrounded and controlled and owned by their bodies.

  But she wanted to fly.

  As if reading her thoughts, Blake stepped back. His dick popped from her mouth with a smack and bounced in the air, still slick and shining from her spit. “Summer, I—”

  She reached for his hands and he pulled her toward him. Devin let her go and—oh! The loss of his cock—so deep inside her—it sent shockwaves through her. She needed them both. Filling her up. Coming with her.

  Blake led her to the bed and she climbed on after him, straddling his legs as he laid down. “You’re sure? You want this?”

  Summer bit her lip and glanced up at Devin. He stood by his nightstand. Waiting.

  After a moment, she nodded. “I’m sure.” She’d come twice and it wasn’t nearly enough. She needed them to drive her to exhaustion and beyond. To wring every last orgasm from her body until she collapsed.

  Blake leaned forward to kiss her cheek. “Then you’ll have us. Both.” He guided her hips, easing her body down until his tip pressed at her entrance. Thick and wide and so unlike Devin. Summer lowered her body, one hand on Blake’s chest, one on his shoulder, and—oh, yes!

  His shaft stretched and filled her and he thrust up. The force cut off her breath and the pump of his hips had her reeling. The mattress dipped and Devin came up behind, knees straddling Blake’s legs and nestling in close.

  Her two men. One below her, one behind her. About to send fireworks through her body. She tensed and Devin kissed her shoulder. “Relax, Summer. I’ll go slow.”

  She nodded and a rush of warmth flowed down the crack of her ass. Liquid and slick, the lube slipped and dripped and Summer exhaled in anticipation. Devin kissed her again, lips soft and gentle on her bare skin as his fingers slid over the tight, puckered ring of her ass.

  He circled, rubbing his fingers around and around. Do it. Please. Blake bucked up into her and Devin pressed. First one and then a second finger against her, harder and harder until they slipped inside. A ring of heat and almost-pain flared and she crushed against Blake.

  His hands stroked her and his cock massaged her as he thrust inside her pussy slow and easy. With Blake below her, urging her on, stoking the fire, Summer relaxed.

  Devin’s fingers slipped in and out. Pressing deeper, opening wider, turning the burn and the tension into pleasure. Need. Summer groaned. “Devin, I’m ready. Please.”

  He smiled against her shoulder and kissed her again. “You’re sure?”

  She groaned louder. “So sure. Fuck me.”

  With a quick move, his fingers were gone and his cock was in their place—pressing against her opening, stretching and filling and—Oh! Summer grabbed onto Blake, wrapping her fingers around his arms as Devin took her. A wave of pleasure washed over her and his hips grazed her ass.

  Blake stroked her skin and pulled her down, crushing her chest against his. Devin pulled up and wrapped his hands around her hips. With Blake’s strong body beneath her and Devin’s behind her, Summer was full and hot and so damn turned on, she couldn’t breathe.

  She gasped against Blake’s chest. “Take me. Fuck me until you both come.”

  Devin groaned behind her and pulled back, the sudden loss of his girth overwhelming her senses. She closed her eyes and he thrust for the first time, burying himself inside her. She’d never get over it.

  How their bodies met, how Blake pulled her down and her nipples rubbed against his chest. How Devin stroked her hips and back with every thrust. How their lips melted into hers when they kissed.

  Devin dug his fingers into her thighs, picking up the pace as he slid his cock in and out of her, filling her up and slamming her down into Blake. Again and again he took her, forcing himself deeper inside until the sound of their bodies slapping against each other filled her ears.

  Summer moaned and tossed her head, unbridled and wild as she exposed her bare neck to Blake’s lips. He kissed her up and down, nipping her collarbone, shoulder, and neck. When he reached her jaw, she turned. He captured her mouth, forcing his tongue inside. Every part of her filled up. Taken.

  Blake thrust up into her and Devin pressed down. Perfect rhythm. Perfect harmony. Their cocks stroked each other through her body. Blake’s tongue swirled around hers. Everything she wanted—Blake and Devin and the chance at forever—it was all around her. Fucking her senseless and ruining her for anyone else.

  An orgasm built again. Fast and unexpected. She reached for something—anything to hold—and Blake was there, taking her hands and lacing his fingers through hers.

  Devin groaned and pumped again, burying himself to the hilt as his cock throbbed inside her ass. He groaned through his orgasm, pumping his seed over and over into her depths. The force of his release sent her over.

  Summer cried out, breaking her kiss with Blake as she screamed her release. Her body clamped down in a wet and swollen vise and Blake came with her, grunting through his orgasm. Her muscles milked him, drawing every last drop out of his body until he fell back onto the mattress in a heap.

  Devin slumped over her and his hands found hers and Blake’s. He slipped his fingers over theirs and the three of them came down, hands clasped, bodies heaving.

  After a moment, Devin pulled back and tugged Summer off Blake. They all three curled up together on the bed.

  Summer waited until her breath slowed before giving Devin’s hand a squeeze. “I’m sorry I ran again. I should have stayed and thought it through.”

  Blake pushed a sweaty clump of hair off her face. “You were angry. Scared. I don’t blame you.”

  Devin kissed the spot behind her ear. “Thank you for giving us another chance.”

  Summer smiled. “Thanks for not giving up on me.”

  Blake kissed her forehead. “You’re welcome.”

  Summer snuggled in closer to her two men and closed her eyes. A vibrant world of blues and greens and reds and purples opened up inside her mind and she sighed in satisfaction.

  “Since you’re not rushing off to New York, what do you want to do today?” Blake’s fingers trailed down her arm.

  “I’d love to try that new studio out upstairs.”

  “Feeling inspired?”

  “No.” Summer smiled wider. “Loved.”

  Chapter Seventeen

  SUMMER

  Summer edged her upper lash in black eyeliner. The last six months had whooshed by in a whirlwind of paint and love and enough orgasms to short-circuit more than her brain.

  Knuckles banged on the door and she smiled as she capped the pen. “Come in!”

  The door swung open and Mandy hustled in with an oversized bag and a harried expression. “I am so sorry I’m late. I told Richard we needed to leave by two o’clock in order to beat rush hour out of Seattle, but sometimes the man just doesn’t listen!”

  She dumped her things at the empty stool and opened her arms. “I need a best friend hug.”

  Summer set down her makeup and turned to Mandy. It’d been hard to get back to best friends. At first Mandy’d been in Tahiti and Summer’d been…occupied. Then Richard had to practically move to Seattle to open the restaurant and Mandy’d gone with him.

  But they’d found a way. Between phone calls and visits and enough texts to send them both into account overages, they’d healed. Moved on. Started a new chapter.

  Mandy let Summer go at last and slid onto the stool. “So are you excited? You’re so excited, right?”

  Summer laughed. “I am, yeah. Nervous too. Is my eyeliner straight? I can barely hold the pen.” Summer closed her eyes and Mandy assessed.

  “Totally straight. You’d never know your fingers were shaking like leaves.” Mandy unzipped her bag and pulled out a makeup kit. “It’s still okay that I’m getting ready here, isn’t it? I know you’re busy with the opening, but—”

  Summer waved her off. “It’s fine. It’s great, actually. Devin’s working the door. Blake’s up in the space greeting everyone. I think it’s all under control.” She winced. “I hope it is.”

  Mandy swooshed on some blush. “I’m sure they’ve got a handle on it.”

  “You’re right.” Summer applied her eyeshadow and picked up her mascara.

  “So you’re happy you moved here?”

  “To Midnight Cove?”

  Mandy nudged her. “That, and Blake and Devin’s place. Shacking up together, that’s a big step.”

  Summer nudged Mandy back. “I seem to remember you rushing into that yourself.”

  “Hey! It was that or Richard was going to kidnap me and elope. At least moving in gave me control of the wedding!”

  Summer smiled. “You had a beautiful wedding.”

  “Thanks. I only wish it hadn’t been such an awful day for you.”

  Summer shrugged. “It wasn’t your fault.”

  “Yes, it was.” Mandy put down her tools and turned to Summer. “I know I’ve apologized a million times. But, really, Summer. I’m sorry. I never should have gone there with Blake and Devin. And I should have told you what happened from the start.”

  Summer exhaled. Mandy was right. She had apologized a million times. “I overreacted. I should have listened to you. Not freaked out on your wedding day. I was a terrible maid of honor.”

  Mandy reached out and squeezed her hand. “You were the best maid of honor. I only hope someday I can do as good a job as you.”

  Summer shook her head. “I wouldn’t hold my breath on that one.”

  “Why? I thought you wanted to get married.” Mandy grabbed her mascara and swiped it on her lashes.

  Summer did the same. At last, she answered. “I do. But it’s not like we’re in a conventional relationship. It wouldn’t even be legal—marrying Blake and Devin.”

  “Who cares if it’s legal? If you want to get married and celebrate the three of you, do it. You know Richard and Ian would love to host another wedding at the Inn.”

  Summer bit her lip. She did want that. The white dress. The cascading flowers. A ceremony. It didn’t need to be big or ostentatious or filled with hundreds of guests. But a small affair with her closest friends? She’d love that.

  She stuffed all her makeup back in her bag. “How is Ian these days? I haven’t seen him in months.”

  Mandy shrugged. “He’s lonely. After the whole Ivy thing, I think he’s a bit relationship shy.”

  “Who wouldn’t be?”

  “You have a point.” Mandy uncapped her lipstick and swiped the pink stain across her lips. “I just wish he’d find someone. I guess I just need to be patient, though.”

  “Maybe he should take a vacation. Go somewhere new.”

  “He’s got some friend coming in town. Some business partner in shipping. I guess he needs to get away from everything. Just had a nasty break up too. I think they’re retreating to Ian’s man cave on the beach and doing a guys’ thing.”

  “I’m jealous. I’d love to spend a week at Ian’s place. Right there on the water with a private stretch of beach? Heaven.” Summer could see it now. Her and Blake and Devin. All skinny dipping in the pool. Sunbathing naked all afternoon. That’d be the life.

  Mandy stood up with a smirk. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d swear you were thinking dirty thoughts, Ms. Crenshaw.”

  Summer blushed. “Was not.”

  “Uh-huh. Sure.” Mandy pulled out two dresses and held them up. “Okay. Which one?”

  Summer looked first at one and then the other. “I’d say the blue one. The red one’s a little date night at the disco, don’t you think?”

  Mandy winced. “Yeah. Not the vibe you’re going for, is it? Blue like the ocean it is!” She reached out and wrapped Summer up in a fabric-filled hug. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

  Summer beamed. “Same here.”

  * * *

  BLAKE

  Blake adjusted a painting for the ninety-seventh time. He might not know anything about gallery grand openings or art exhibits, but he knew how to run a business and set up a display. He glanced around the room.

  They’d stripped the heart pine floors and stained them blonde. Painted the walls light gray. Installed lights at every angle. Light and airy and the complete opposite of the shop downstairs. So Summer.

  He glanced over at the studio space at the other end. Even through the frosted glass wall he could see the mess of paint and color and canvas. That was Summer, too.

  The last few months had flown by, but there they were. Together. Happy.

  “She’s gonna love it.” Devin gave him a pat on the back.

  “Shouldn’t you be down at the door?”

  “I’ve got a minute. Just wanted to check it out before everyone showed up. You ready?”

  Blake nodded.

  “You still think it’s the right time?” Devin smoothed down his hair and glanced at the entrance.

  “It’s the perfect time.”

  Devin nodded. “I hope so. I’m ready.”

  “Me too, man. Me too.” Blake gave his best friend a hug. They weren’t the traditional set-up, but neither was Midnight Cove. Half surf-town and hippie hangout, half celebrity haven and billionaire playground. Seemed only right that the three of them fit in so well.

  “See you in a few.” Devin hustled down the stairs, dress shoes clacking on each one.

  Blake looked around one last time. They’d waited a long time for this. The door opened again and Blake turned to give Devin a hard time, only it wasn’t him.

  “Ms. Crenshaw, hello.”

  Summer’s mother smiled and it lacked the usual bitter edge. She walked up to Blake and held out her hand. “Call me Jane.”

  Blake blinked. That was new. “Okay. Jane. It’s good to see you. We weren’t sure if you’d come.”

  She let his hand go and nodded. “I wasn’t either. Not at first.” She took a moment and glanced around, taking in Summer’s new paintings and the gallery space. “I like what you’ve done with the space. It’s lovely.”

  “Thank you. The opening doesn’t start for a few more minutes. If you’d like to relax, I’m sure Summer would—”

  She cut him off with an apologetic smile. “I came early hoping I could talk with you for a moment, if you don’t mind.”

  Blake swallowed. The last time they’d spoken had been at Mandy’s wedding. One of the worst days of his life. “Okay.”

  She turned toward the closest painting and walked up to it. A beach scene with sandcastles and blue waves. Bright sun and glittering rocks. “I’ve never seen Summer so happy.”

  “I thought that didn’t matter much to you.”

  She glanced down at her white leather sandals. “I thought you and Devin were a mistake. Something she’d regret for the rest of her life. After that summer she spent here—I knew she shouldn’t come back.”

  “Look, Ms. Crenshaw—”

  “Jane. And please, hear me out.” She turned to him and Blake stilled. He’d never noticed how Summer had her mother’s eyes.

  He nodded and she continued. “I see now that I was wrong. Instead of tearing her apart, you’ve built her up. Given her confidence and let her shine. I look at my daughter now and see the woman I knew she had the potential to become. You and Devin are responsible for that.”

  Holy shit. He’d expected another lecture. Another attempt to change his mind and poison him. Not… an apology. “I don’t know what to say. Thank you.”

  “You’re welcome. It’s long overdue. I should have trusted her more to make her own choices. She might not be following the path I’d envisioned, but she’s happy. That’s more important.”

  Blake was dumbstruck. “Why now? Why the change?”

  Jane smiled and her whole face lit up. Gone was the stern, graying woman with ice in her veins. In her place was a woman Blake would be happy to know. “Let’s just say I had some encouragement. It’s been lovely speaking with you, Blake. I hope to see you again. Soon.”