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A taste of Josh, Kate, and Marcus…

 It’s obvious Kate is still emotional and beating herself up because of it. Sometimes, words help people find their center again.
Sometimes, like now, they don’t.
I sigh. This is going to go sideways before it goes to hell, but I can’t watch her suffer anymore.
Crossing the room, I hold out my hand to her. “Come here.”
Her startled gaze bounces up to me and clings. I see a thousand questions on her face, but she doesn’t ask a single one. The trust in her eyes is a lightning rod for my desire. I do my best to stifle it, but she can see my erection behind my shorts, no doubt. Still, she slides her hand into mine and slowly stands.
I get sucked into her blue stare as I bend and lift her into my arms. Her flip-flops tumble to the carpet.
“Marcus…”
As protest go, hers is weak.
“Shh. You need comforting. I can help you.”
With that, I cuddle her closer. She stops hesitating and curls up against me, settling her head onto my shoulder and quieting altogether. Josh is right behind me, pouring her a glass of wine and plucking up the little tube of lotion the hotel provided. As I sink onto the edge of the bed, bringing Kate onto my lap and wrapping my arms around her, I slide my palm over her hip. She sighs in contentment.
Immediately I realize that, not only is she not wearing a bra, she’s not wearing any… f@cking underwear. Right now, the only thing keeping me from her pu$$y are two thin layers of cotton. It’s all I can do not to slide my fingers under her hem and between her legs so she forgets everything but pleasure.
Josh presses the vino into her hands. “Drink, sweetheart.”
Wordlessly, she does, swallowing half the glass before settling the stem into my pal’s grip with a shaking hand. “Thank you.”
“Just relax. We’re going to make everything okay.” He sets the wine aside, then opens the tube of lotion and squeezes a dollop into his hand. He takes her foot into his hands and thumbs his way up her arches until she moans.
Josh and I are falling into familiar patterns. I’m a protector. He’s a caretaker. And for us, she’s dangerous.
After our last relationship with a woman ended, I swore I’d never allow my heart to be vulnerable again. But here I am, holding Kate too tight, my lips too close to her temple, while Josh drains the tension out of her with a gentle foot massage…that’s beginning to trail up her calves.
I was f@cking fooling myself that I could resist.
For long minutes, I stroke her hip, skate my palm down her thigh, and watch her blond lashes fan her bare cheeks. She looks younger without makeup—and infinitely more fragile. I hold her closer.
I glance up to find Josh staring at her, at the way I’m touching her, while he rubs at her polished pink toes. His eyes are fever bright. I know that expression. He’s not just aroused, but halfway to obsessed. He’s burning for Kate. And I know me. If he crosses the line and woos her into bed—if she lets him between her legs—there’s no way I’ll have the strength to refuse. I’m like an addict. I love the high of sharing a woman, of hearing her cries echo off the walls while, together, we give her a pleasure so sharp and undeniable it’s like an out-of-body experience.
“Kate?” he whispers. “Better?”
Her lashes flutter up. “Yes. I feel safe again. I can’t thank you enough for all your care and help. Both of you.”
She could hardly have chosen her words better if she wanted to throw gasoline on the fire sparking between us.
I’m going to regret this and I’m probably going to hell, but I can’t take it anymore. The softness of her skin under my hands inflames me. The scent of her vanilla-amber shower gel mixing with her arousal jacks me up even higher. But combined with the soft trust she’s giving us? That completely undoes me.
F@ck it. I’m done fighting.
I tuck my finger under her chin. As her lashes flutter open, I lift her face to mine. “Baby girl?”