THREESOME (part 2)

The next morning should have felt awkward. It didn’t.

I woke up in Ethan’s bed, tangled in sheets that smelled of sweat and cedar, my body sore in the best way. Sunlight streamed through the blinds, striping across the muscled line of his back as he slept beside me. Tyler was sprawled across the armchair in the corner, bare chest rising and falling, a lazy half-smile on his lips even in sleep.

For a moment, I just lay there, stunned that last night had actually happened. That I’d let myself be taken, stretched, used by two men at once—and loved every filthy second of it. My thighs were still sticky reminders of what we’d done, and the ache between my legs throbbed with a promise: more.

Ethan stirred first, rolling onto his side to face me. His eyes, half-lidded, swept over me with a slow hunger that made me shiver.

“Morning,” he rumbled.

I smiled, voice scratchy. “Morning.”

Tyler groaned from the chair, stretching like a cat. “You two look cozy. Thought I was supposed to have a spot i