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his lady-friend.”

Kade shot Valerio a dirty look, but I brushed it off dismissively. “She was there too?”

“Uh huh,” said Brock. “They were on the couch, drinking wine. Listening to music, like we were. Probably even enjoying the tree.”

“That fuck!” I swore.

“Exactly what we thought,” Valerio grinned. “Anyway, we told him we were there on your behalf, to pick up something you forgot. When he asked what it was, Brock just pointed up at the tree.”

“And what did he do?”

“At first he laughed,” said Brock. “Either he didn’t believe us, or wasn’t taking us seriously.”

“But then we knocked the tree over and started dragging it across his living room,” laughed Valerio. “And all of a sudden shit got real.”

A smile played across my face as I pictured the whole scene. The guys, shoving the tree down and grabbing it. Drake looking astonished and indignant, but too much of a coward to do anything.

Hell, I could even picture the blonde he’d been cheating on me with, her mouth gaping open in shock and surprise. The wine sloshing out of her glass as the guys pushed by. Staining the carpet…

“So that was it, huh?” I asked. “He just let you take it?”

“Well he didn’t have much of a choice,” said Brock. “But yeah.”

“Oh, he stood in front of the doorway first,” said Valerio. “Tried to stop us from leaving. Eventually though, he stepped aside.”

I tilted my head slightly. “He did?”

“Yup,” said Brock. “Right around the time Valerio told him that if didn’t move, we’d shove the tree straight up his ass.”

Thirty

SLOANE

The next week or more was an exhausted, delirious blur. A happy combination of work and play and very little sleep… of enjoying every bit of being a shared girlfriend for three gorgeous and adventurous men, while recharging my batteries just enough to get everything done.

At the foundry I got caught up on all major projects and met the holiday deadlines, much to the delight of the grateful co-owners. I scored a cashmere scarf from the secret Santa gift-swap. I felt so good about where I was, I brought in donuts and pastries for the whole office the next day.

Most evenings I headed back there to finish a few odds and ends, but I only had two big pieces left to cast. These were my show-stoppers; the sculptures I’d spent the most work modifying and refining. One would be bronze, the other straight copper, and both would be heavy as hell. The materials themselves would be expensive enough, but I’d saved all summer long and stashed away the funds..

Usually I’d arrive home around five-thirty, only to eat dinner with one or more of the boys and hang out until eleven or so. In between we’d curl up on the couch and watch television, but since the guys were so exhausted from working double-shifts this usually turned into them falling asleep in my lap.

That was fine by me, mostly because it was adorable as hell. I loved being there for them and rubbing them down after a long day. I loved cooking for them when I could. I loved playing with their hair, or tracing the sensitive skin on the insides of their forearms or foreheads as they lay sprawled over the couch, and usually me.

Late at night though…

Well, late at night (or to be more accurate, the wee hours of the morning) seemed to be our time. I’d come home sometime before dawn, ready to catch a few hours of sleep before doing it all over again. Slipping into the bed, I’d usually wake one or more of them. More specifically, whoever’s turn it was to sleep with me… plus whoever else was still tossing and turning around that hour.

There was the night I found Brock naked and fully hard in my bed, hugging my pillow as I climbed beneath the sheets with him. I was so horny I mounted him right then and there, waking him up by sliding myself slowly down over his beautiful railroad spike of a dick.

On another night I was with Valerio at 2am, screwing each other’s socks off. We made so much noise we woke up Kade, who proceeded to enter the bedroom and peel off his shirt so casually it was like he’d done it a thousand times before.

“This isn’t your night,” Valerio chuckled as he protested only half-heartedly. “This isn’t your—”

“Rules are rules,” Kade shrugged, stroking himself a few times on the way to the bed. “Remember what we agreed to: any of us, anytime,