The details of this bonus story come AFTER Raw Rhythm, Found in Oblivion #5. So, if you are not fully caught up with the Found in Oblivion series we are warning you now. SPOILERS!

“Just one more set. You can do it.”

“I hate you.”

“That’s not what you said this morning.”

“This morning, I was screaming for a whole different reason.” Molly blew out a breath to get her hair out of her face. “Sadist.”

“Yes, he is.”

She glanced over at the other man in her life. Ethan was on the weight bench with his arms dangling at his sides. Ridiculously huge dumbbells lay on either side of him on the floor. A huge heart-shaped wet spot stained the center of his chest and his dark hair was curling from exertion.

“I plan on keeping both of you around for a good long time. Working out and eating healthy is only part of my plan.” Luc crossed to her and straightened her shoulders. “Again.”

She flexed her fingers around the weird bar with the bends for her hands and slowly did curls as he’d showed her. It was better than tossing the bar at his head. It had been a mild fantasy for the last five minutes.

Unfortunately, she had promised him she’d make time for the gym in the mornings with them. Promised under duress—well, if duress meant orgasm denial. As far as she was concerned, that was another version of sadism. But at the time she’d thought it was way worse than this.

Now…yeah, she was definitely revising her ideas on that.

Then again this was only one of many new things in her life. Luc had been uber protective since…well, since that night. The health kick was a new addition to his insanity. And she knew it was the way he was coping.

Why she was standing here in his smelly gym without complaint.

Much.

He’d even bought her an entire outfit to entice her into going. Including skintight pink yoga pants that had see-thru panels along the thighs, matching gloves to do his stupid curls, and the tightest black and pink sports bra she’d ever worn.

Evidently, she was the eye-candy for them.

Too bad the work-out clothes for her guys weren’t exactly sexy.

Luc pulled off his long sleeve shirt, leaving him in a ridiculous tank thing that showed off the extreme breadth of his shoulders, chest, and lean line of his abs. Then he gathered his glorious mane of hair up into the man-bun he wore for working out.

Her eyes widened. Okay, maybe there was some sexy. And she definitely had an unnatural attraction to the man-bun. She should hate it. Mostly hipster douches wore them, but sweet mama, he made it look good.

A wide hand slid around her waist. “I’m not sure I’ve ever seen you in pants like this.” Ethan nipped her ear. “Or pants period all that often. Which I have no problem with.”

She sucked back a laugh. “Excuse me, sir. I’m doing my reps.”

“Terribly sorry.” Ethan pulled her flush against his sweaty front and tucked his thumbs into the front of her pants. “Carry on.”

“And this is helpful how?”

“I’m making sure your form is correct.”

“Uh huh.”

The clang of weights dragged her attention away to where Luc was doing some overhead lift thing with a pulley and handle. They both sighed as his biceps bulged thanks to an ungodly amount of weight stacked behind him.

There was a reason he was the size he was. She’d just never been up close and personal with his workout situation. She wasn’t entirely sure her sweat was worth it, but the view was damn inspiring.

Her eyes widened. Evidently, Ethan liked the scenery as well. She brushed her ass against him. “Is that a dumbbell behind me?”

He drew up his hand to cup her breast, the other still at the waistband of her pants. “I beg your pardon?” He found her nipple and tugged mercilessly.

She ground her ass against him harder. “I can’t imagine any of what’s going on in front of us would cause a problem, Professor. I mean, those are just muscles. A bit of biology is all. The way his chest arrows down to that flat stomach isn’t at all interesting.”

Ethan growled in her ear.

“And those biceps and triceps and other things. Totally boring. Especially that vein in his neck that’s popping out with each pull. Then again, I have some ideas about what to do to keep his arms above his head like that.”

“Is that right?”

“For science, of course.”

“Of course.” Ethan nuzzled her neck. His thumb dragged her pants a little lower. He trailed his fingers over the skin he revealed. “Tell me more.”

“Luc…”

“That is not working out, Bluebird. And the professor is an instigator.” Luc’s face was serious, but there was something else in his eyes. Even from where she was, with machines between them, she could see the interest in his gaze. Along with the flare of his nostrils and a stirring in those oversized sweats he’d chopped off at the knee.

Luc might have a one-track mind about keeping them safe in all ways, but he still was a man. A very sexual one who she loved to distraction. And as far as she was concerned, a little distraction was what they all needed.

Things had been very tense and upside down since that night. Eggshells, anger, sadness, and ultimately, all the amazing that had come out of the band becoming a unit had been blown to pieces in a mere moment.

She couldn’t fix that right now. But she could start mending her boys back together. Preferably with her in the middle.

Or maybe Luc in the middle.

She wasn’t picky.

“I don’t think you finished your set.” Luc hissed out even breaths as he powered through another half dozen pulls.

She rolled her eyes and did the curls as Luc had directed. With each matching exhale with Luc, Ethan’s stroking fingers dipped lower.

Luc’s eyes went hooded as he followed each inch of skin that Ethan revealed. Her arms shook a little as she got to the tenth curl.

She wasn’t sure if it was because of her underused muscles or the fact that Ethan was teasing her without any damn follow through.

The weights snapped together behind Luc.

“You can do more than that, Rockstar,” Ethan said behind her.

“Which one are you talking to?” she asked.

“Both of you.”

“Well, you didn’t use a plural in that statement, Professor.”

His fingers dipped lower and teased over the top of her slit. “I’ll do better if you do.”

She swallowed hard.

“I think she needs to do some lunges, how about you, Luc?” Ethan raised his voice to carry to Luc. “Actually, both of you could use some.”

Luc’s jaw tightened, but he nodded.

Ethan took the long bar away from her and came back with two dumbbells. He handed them to her, then went around behind her and held her hips as he shifted her leg forward. “Down on your knee.”

She looked over her shoulder. “Just one? You usually like me on both.”

He straightened her shoulders. “Focus, love.”

She shivered. Ethan threw that word around so easily, and she certainly adored getting used to it.

He lined up his body with hers and dipped down with her. His cock dug into her ass as he held them tightly together. She tried to keep her breathing even as they’d both shown her, but it was hard to concentrate with Ethan behind her and Luc in front of her, mirroring her moves.

Only Luc’s legs were rippling with muscle and his cock was tenting his shorts. Her legs felt more like unruly Jell-O molds, but she concentrated on finding her rhythm.

When Ethan had her change legs, he added a little something extra to each downward move. He slipped his fingers below the elastic and deep between her thighs. Not just his fingers, his whole hand until she was completely invaded.

Not inside her. Well, not all his fingers. Just the middle two as the rest cupped her pussy. When she came back up, his hand returned to her belly.

“Feel how your middle tightens with each dip?”

“Um, no.” How was she supposed to pay attention to anything else but his damn hands?

Ethan nipped her ear. “Watch Luc.”

She did and she had to admit his form was rather lovely. His thighs bunched and his abs rippled and tightened. At least what she could see. “Take off your shirt. I can’t see all the good stuff.”

Ethan laughed in her ear. “We can’t see the good stuff.”

She shrugged. “Good point. Strip, Moreau.”

Luc dropped his dumbbells—far larger than her own—and came up from his lunge. His chest heaved with exertion for a second, his eyes almost remote. Then he reached behind his shoulders and dragged his shirt up and off.

Blasted man knew that it made her crazy when he did that. And today was no exception. In fact, it may have increased her level of sweat. She couldn’t really tell, since her body was overheated in too many ways.

She knew it affected them both, because Ethan’s groan echoed hers.

“Think you can keep up with me, Bluebird.”

No.

She was fairly certain she could not, but pride goeth and all that bullshit. She cracked her neck a little. “Bring it.”

Luc lifted his hand weights and got back into formation. “Twenty. Two sets of ten to be exact.”

“Fuck,” she whispered.

Ethan snorted. “You sure about this?”

“No.” She knew her tone was petulant, but she wasn’t going to back down.

“Oh, and that extra help from Ethan…” Luc’s voice was a low growl. “That would be included.”

“Fucker.”

Ethan tucked her back against his dick. “You can admit defeat.”

“No, there’s no defeat.” She turned her face until her cheek brushed along Ethan’s unusually scruffy face. She nipped at his jaw. “Do your worst.” She faced forward. “Both of you.”

“Well, this just got interesting.” Ethan slid his arm around her waist. “Very interesting.”

“I want her dripping.” Luc’s voice was firm. “In every way.”

She was so fucked in so many ways. Hopefully, a few naked ones by the end of this.

The first seven lunges were easy. Ethan’s fingers were firm on her waist and along her slit. But it wasn’t the kind of friction that would push her too far. At least not at first.

At first, it was just that fullness she always craved. And the increased burn of her thighs was distracting enough to pull a bit of the pleasure away.

However, watching all the things flex on Luc didn’t help. Aiming a little hate in his direction toned it down a touch. By the time she was into the last rep in the first set of ten, she was quivering for a whole different reason.

She wobbled a little on the bend down. Ethan’s fingers were so damn deep inside of her. So thick and God, it wasn’t quite enough to fill her up, but it reminded her what she was missing. And it also started to ramp up the ache.

“Is your hand soaked, Professor?”

Ethan hissed out a breath. “A fair bit.”

“Now bring her up into a full stand. She needs to rest between sets.” Luc lifted the dumbbells to make slow curls. “Now Ethan needs to prime you a touch more.”

“I don’t believe this was in the workout diary.”

Luc shifted the weights in his hands. “You changed the rules first.”

That she did. “Fine.”

“Legs apart. Stand straight. Chin up.” Luc barked orders as he slowly went through whatever circuit of exercises he deemed necessary.

Considering his biceps were swelling with each curl, she couldn’t exactly complain. She could stand there, no problem.

Well, not much of one. Because Ethan hadn’t been lying. She was soaked through her damn panties and possibly through the Lycra. And sweat was only a partial factor.

The air conditioning was blasting in Luc’s gym. It had been a prerequisite of them all living together. The penthouse apartment had every amenity they needed and then some.

“Professor, why don’t you flip up that sports bra our girl is wearing. It looks a little too tight. She needs breathing room.” Luc’s arm swung down to his side. “And I like the view.”

She narrowed her gaze at him, but really didn’t have room to talk since she’d made him strip.

Ethan’s hands came up to cup her breasts and she hissed out a breath as he slowly rolled up the reinforced cups. The cool air activated her damn nipples like a homing beacon.

When her breasts swung free, she refused to hunch forward. She’d always been overly endowed and was used to hiding her breasts under flowing layers. But since these two men had come into her life, she’d learned to be proud of her curves.

“Time to do a few shoulder shrugs before your next set.” Luc demonstrated with his weights by lifting his shoulders up and down, his arms at his sides.

Such a little movement.

That couldn’t be too bad, right?

“Ethan’s hands stay where they are. Each rep, he tugs on those luscious fucking nipples.”

She was a dead woman.

She lifted her chin. She’d intended on torturing Luc and now she was getting the business, dammit. But she couldn’t back down. Not now.

Payback was going to be a bitch.

She lifted her shoulders, the weights in her hands making it a little difficult. She could feel the stretch and pull of some sort of muscle along her back.

But then there was Ethan’s rough hands. Professor Ethan didn’t have paper pusher hands. No, his were man’s hands with a mixture of elegance and a touch of edge thanks to his love of the outdoors. The bite of each tug on her nipple pushed her out of her head and toward that nirvana that only these two men could give her.

But it was only a partial trip. Just enough to make everything inside of her tingle and pulse.

They were sadists that way.

Both of them.

“Tell me, Professor, is she wet?”

“Very.”

“Do you want her?”

“Always,” Ethan answered without hesitation.

And as always, her insides flipped in reaction. The fact that he was always so sure, so completely rock solid—not just his cock, though that never seemed to have an issue either—but absolutely sure that he wanted her…hell, wanted them. For always. No judgements and no reservations.

It was very hard for her to get used to that. Mostly because no one had ever stuck around for her. Not even her sister, even if it hadn’t been her choice. She’d been alone until them. Until her band.

She wobbled a little and Ethan corrected her, his breath warm against her ear. “All right?”

She swallowed. “Yes.”

His relentless touch softened. Of their triad, Ethan understood and course corrected the most often. Both she and Luc leaned on him too much. Especially as of late. Luc was new to Warning Sign, but he’d fit in just fine. Now no one seemed to know how to be. Practices were halted and abandoned more often than not.

The ghost of Randy seemed to permeate every meet up. As if there was no way to get past the blow to the band and the family they’d created.

“Where’d you go?” Ethan cupped her breasts and tugged gently at the tips. “So far away.”

“Sorry.” She swayed against him, his warmth and solid wall of muscle familiar and grounding.

“No thinking right now. We all think too much. Analyze and tiptoe around people. Just let this be about us.”

She shivered at Ethan’s voice. He took the weights from her and urged her forward to Luc. He reached around her to Luc’s waist when they got close enough.

“As much as I’m enjoying our game, I don’t think that’s actually what we need.”

She shivered at Ethan’s deep voice and the sudden flare of heat from the front and back of her. Both men were such a force. Quiet strength and brutal intensity closing in on her. Luc’s green eyes were heated and wary. He still had his arms above his head and his grip tightened on the handles.

Ethan crowded her into Luc until the sweat and pure heat of Luc soaked into her skin and burned her breasts. Ethan slid his arms around her to Luc until she was sandwiched between her two men. She was tall, but felt positively small between the two of them.

With his other arm, Ethan reached up and dragged Luc down for a hot, rough kiss. Her nails dug into Luc’s slick back as she dragged in a shaky breath. They were so different with her. Almost reverent. But the rasp of Luc’s beard and Ethan’s rough scruff was like lighting a match. She wanted to reach up and feel the heat that seemed to always spark off them.

Instead, she let her hand wander lower and gripped Luc’s tight ass. His groan was deep and resonant. It echoed right through her chest, and she had to imagine Ethan felt it too. Based on his responding hungry growl, she’d take that as a yes.

With one hard cock pressing insistently at her ass, and the other along her belly, she decided this probably was the very best workout she’d ever experienced. Not that she cared much about working out. And these guys certainly kept her toned and bendy. But there was a certain charge and scent to the air that didn’t translate anywhere else. Purpose and metal with a side of gym that normally would turn her off completely.

At least the gym part.

But not here and now.

She nipped at Luc’s neck as he and Ethan dived deep into each other’s mouths. Sweet Jesus, it was so hot when they went at each other all rough and hard. How many times had she lost her breath when Ethan grabbed Luc’s hips and plunged deep?

So many.

She never thought it would be a turn-on like that for her, but watching her two guys fight for dominance was never a bad thing.

Ever.

But they never forgot about her. Ethan’s hand slid down between her legs and went straight for her clit. He rubbed her flesh just as aggressively as he drove his tongue into Luc’s mouth. Ethan on the edge was a rarity. He was the one who always seemed to know just what they needed, and when. But he didn’t really let go too often.

Her head fell back against Ethan’s chest as he dug into her deeper until there was nothing but the stretch of his fingers and the roughness of his palm against her clit.

The weights clanged back onto the pile as Luc let go of the handles on the pulley and squashed them all into one delicious sandwich of man and her being the creamy filling.

And God, she was creaming.

Luc pulled away from Ethan’s mouth and went for her neck. Luc’s arm went around to Ethan’s back and he gripped his ass, dragging her even closer so that Ethan’s forearm was pinned between her thighs and Luc’s.

Ethan pulled his hand out of her pants and turned to cup Luc’s balls. Another growl ripped between them. Luc’s teeth dug into her shoulder. She looked down to watch and her excitement ratcheted up as the tip of Luc’s cock came out of his shorts, the angry red head bulging with Ethan’s grip.

Fuck.

“Yes, that is definitely in order.” Luc’s voice was rough.

Apparently, she’d said it out loud. Who could blame her?

Without thinking, she dropped to her knees and peeled Luc’s shorts down to get her mouth around the crown of his length. Ethan fed it into her mouth and she took it gladly. That way her hands were free to take Ethan in hand as well. She gripped him through the slinky material of his shorts as the salty drip of Luc’s pre-cum landed on her tongue.

Impatient, she reached around to drag at Ethan’s shorts while trying not to relinquish her hold on Luc. Ethan’s taut ass clenched instinctively at her touch, but she wanted access. All of it. Not just the fumbles of getting material out of the way.

She twirled her tongue around Luc’s head before taking more of him into her mouth. Watching both men clench their jaws made her nipples tight all over again. Her lips brushed Ethan’s fingers wrapped around Luc’s shaft. She nudged him back an inch to the base of Luc’s cock.

Luc’s head tipped back.

She strengthened her sucking power as the vein along the underside of Luc’s shaft throbbed against her tongue. Ethan knew how to control him. To make it last. But she didn’t want Ethan in control, not now. She wanted him just as crazed. Wanted them both to be at her mercy.

They both needed to let go.

They all needed to connect, but with these two headstrong men, it was always a process. She was entirely sure they thought the same way about her. They’d said it many times.

But right now, she only wanted to give back. To worship them like they did so often with her.

She gripped Ethan’s shaft with her free hand and worked him until he was just as engorged and tight as Luc. At the same time, her mouth and her hand worked in tandem with Ethan’s grip on Luc. They often synced up like this, though it had been a few weeks since they’d been able to coordinate their schedules this way. When there was no distraction, nothing but them and this weird and wonderful triad connection she’d never believed could happen.

Not for her.

She dragged her mouth away from Luc to take Ethan into her mouth. Ethan groaned but used the wetness she left behind to stroke Luc into a frenzy. The tendons in Luc’s neck bulged as he threw back his head, his mane of blond and brown streaks flowing over his shoulders as his chest heaved.

She let Ethan’s dick go with a pop. “Don’t you come yet, Lucas. Don’t you dare.”

Luc’s gaze shot down to her, his green eyes fierce and his jaw stony with desire and fury. She rarely called him Lucas. Only when she wanted to annoy him or get his attention. And that’s exactly what she wanted to do right now.

It wasn’t going to be easy.

They would both be screaming before she was done.

Luc’s fingers gripped her hair. “Then finish him faster so I can come all over those pretty tits I’ve been staring at.”

The little bite of pain made her pussy clench and throb. “I don’t want you to come on me. I want you to come inside Ethan.”

Luc’s nostrils flared and his throat worked. She knew he wanted it. He and Ethan had a combative and varied relationship when it came to who was on top. Ethan liked to control, loved to make them both feel amazing. But she wanted both of her men out of their comfort zones.

“I want to feel it through Ethan and into me.” She licked under Ethan’s shaft and down to the neatly trimmed base. She wrapped her lips around him there and dragged them up along his length, letting her tongue massage the entire way up until she could flick her tongue along the little slit on top, then back down under the dome of his flared head.

Luc watched her the entire time.

She met Luc’s gaze with Ethan’s taste on her tongue. “You into Ethan, into me.”

“Yes. Right the fuck now, yes.”

She directed her gaze at Ethan. “Fuck.” His gray eyes were just a touch wild, but she needed him closer to the edge.

Luc stepped back and hissed when Ethan’s grip tightened to keep him there.

“Is this what you want? What you need?” Ethan’s question was nearly guttural, but he always wanted to make sure things were the best they could be for everyone. One of the many reasons she loved him so much.

“So much.”

Ethan’s slightly less tanned hand stroked him once more before letting Luc go. “You’ll find what you need in my gym bag.”

Luc’s grin intensified. “Mine too.”

Molly rose to her feet. “Both my boys came prepared.” On the way up, she yanked Ethan’s shirt up and over his head. “Don’t need this. I don’t want anything between us.” She nipped his lower lip. “Any of us.”

Ethan’s dark brows snapped down. “Anything?”

She dragged down her own yoga pants and flicked off her socks and shoes, then tossed them all toward the rapidly building pile of clothes. Finally, she peeled off her bra and turned back to Ethan without a stitch on. She walked into his arms, one hand going for his cock, the other for the back of his neck. His kiss was greedy and she tasted the wild she was looking for.

Every part of him—every part of them—would be hers.

When Luc came back with two condoms and a tube of their favorite lube, she took the condoms from him and turned right around to bring them back to the bag.

Not today. No boundaries.

When they both dragged in ragged breaths, she knew it was exactly what they needed. Trust on every level. Skin on skin, edges frayed and conquered, and a closeness they’d earned over the last few months.

She walked back to them and disrobed them of any lingering clothes. Not that there was much. Mirrors left nothing to the imagination. She took in Luc’s beefy body with his powerful height and thick thighs that were the ultimate weapon for thrusting power. Power that she would more than welcome.

Then she studied Ethan with his leaner, more graceful body with a lovely smattering of dark hair across his pecs and arrowing down to his very interested cock.

She took each of them in hand. Luc’s cock was nearly scalding to the touch. He always ran super hot. Her very big, very impressive heater. She swiped her thumb over the head. Ethan covered her hand, both their fingers teasing the tightly stretched skin as he hardened even more. She took the lube from Luc and coated her hand then transferred it to his length until he was slick. Luc’s breath was hot and heavy against her neck as she worked him. Ethan leaned over her head and the two men crashed into each other. Teeth and tongues lashing and grappling.

Stepping back was the only option. Right now, they were like two alpha wolves in the midst of a feeding frenzy.

Luc swiped his big hand down Ethan’s furred chest to his ultimate goal. Ethan did the same until they were pumping and stroking one another. Thighs brushed and groans filled the room.

The mirrors gave her every angle she could ever want. The clench of Ethan’s perfect ass. Luc’s cut muscles that made that glorious vee at his hip. The strong grip of her two men who weren’t afraid to show one another their needs. She should have felt apart from them, but instead her own excitement ramped up. Their passion flared bright and loud as a drumbeat.

Their song.

And soon her melody would complement them. It always did, but God, she loved to see them together sometimes. As if they couldn’t quite hold themselves apart from one another.

Ethan gripped Luc’s ass and thigh in his large, elegant hand, dragging him closer until their cocks and chests crushed together. Their mouths were as wild as their furious hands. Instinctively, Ethan tried to turn Luc around, but Luc went for his hair and dragged his gaze up to meet his.

“You’re mine today, Professor.”

“Fuck.” She hadn’t realized she’d said that aloud, but when their gazes jerked to her, she took a step back.

“And you’re mine,” Ethan said in a low growl, his gray eyes pinning her to the spot. “We need you here between us, love.”

The shiver chased her spine and spread goosebumps in its wake.

“This is your fantasy.”

She swallowed. “Yes, it is.”

Ethan released his fierce hold on Luc to reach for her. Luc spun Ethan around, his mouth hot on Ethan’s neck as Luc reached around to grip Ethan’s cock.

“Now it’s my turn to feed him to you, Bluebird.”

She swallowed and dropped to her knees eagerly. Ethan swore darkly. Her eyes widened as she saw just how fortuitous this lineup would be. Luc was tall enough to take Ethan from behind as she sucked their professor off. Sweet Jesus, she hadn’t thought of that when she’d asked for this.

With greedy fingers, she lifted Ethan’s rigid length to lick along the underside of his cock as Luc’s impressive length stroked between his legs and then up, along the seam of Ethan’s ass. What she couldn’t see due to her position, she could make out in the mirror.

And the sounds…oh, the sounds. Each clench and groan was transferred to her.

She’d never been happier for her long fingers than right then. She reached between Ethan’s legs to stroke Luc as Ethan’s skin burned along her tongue.

A drop of salty precum slithered down Ethan’s length like a teardrop. She caught it with a humming moan. Slick from Luc and the sharp berry lube they enjoyed, she gripped Ethan just the way he liked as Luc slowly sunk into Ethan.

Ethan shut his eyes as his head fell back against Luc’s chest.

She covered the head of Ethan’s cock and took him deep into her mouth just as Luc thrust deeper. The power behind it shoved him farther into her throat until her eyes watered. Ethan must have heard her distress because his hand slipped into her hair to pull her back, but she stopped him. She could do this. She gripped his thighs then relaxed her throat and found the rhythm.

Watching Ethan slowly dissolve was a new and exciting endeavor.

Luc gripped Ethan’s hip with one hand and wrapped his free arm around him for balance. She slid her hand up to cover Luc’s hand as she fell under their spell. Power and love swirled between them in a heady balancing act of lust and passion.

She pulled Ethan from her mouth and reached between her two men to touch everything. Ethan growled as she slipped down to stroke where they met. She followed each powerful thrust with a soft brush of her fingertips along Luc’s shaft where it was slick and hot and then caressed Ethan’s sensitive skin.

She stood to crowd into Ethan from the front and slid his shaft along her pussy. She went onto her toes to get a few inches higher. As much as she loved how they made her feel petite when no one else ever had, she currently craved more height to match them in every way.

Slowly, she twisted her fingers around the base of Ethan’s shaft and nipped at his lower lip. “It’s so hot to watch Luc power into you. I know how it feels. How he stretches you until you think you can’t take any more.”

Ethan growled out her name.

“You can take it.” She glanced up at Luc. “Harder.”

“Fuck, Bluebird.” Luc’s voice was so deep. So tight and feral.

Her nipples went tight against the smattering of fur on Ethan’s chest. She dipped her hand down between Ethan’s legs to touch them both. Again and again.

God, she was so on edge already. Just watching and pleasuring them was enough to send her over.

She stepped back and grabbed the lube and slipped to the side to dribble a bit between them. She reached down to tease Luc’s dark shaft. The skin was stretched to the brink as he disappeared into Ethan’s eager body.

She balanced a hand on Ethan’s shoulder and lifted her mouth to Luc for a rough, messy kiss. “I want to feel each powerful thrust through Ethan and into me.”

Luc hissed out a breath. “Yes. Fuck, yes.”

Ethan dragged her in front of him and spun her around. He sunk his teeth into her shoulder. “Get moving, love. I think that mirrored wall will do nicely. So I can watch you fall apart since I can’t have you facing me.”

She shivered. “I’ve never been so happy to have tall men in my life.”

“I can bend you over that bench if you’d rather.” Ethan swiped a finger down her thigh before he went on a return trip up the back of her leg to her ass. His long fingers dipped between her thighs. “So wet for me. For us.”

She swallowed. “Watching you two is…exciting.”

Luc stepped back from Ethan, his cock swaying in front of him. “Your eyes on us had a similar effect as you can see. And now I get to watch you both in that mirror.” He fisted his dick. “I hope I can last.” He rounded Ethan so he could boost her up against his hip for a moment. His mouth was rough and insistent. “I’ll miss being inside your perfect pussy. I love how you tighten around me.”

She gasped and held onto his shoulders. “Tonight, you can have me.” She glanced to Ethan. “You both can have me.”

Luc’s grip tightened on her ass. “Apparently, I’ll be lucky enough to have both your asses tonight.”

She swallowed down a bubble of crazy laughter. “I guess you will.”

It felt good to laugh with them. It had been awhile since she’d been able to do it easily.

She wasn’t the only one.

The laugh lines that crinkled beside Luc’s eyes were deep and authentic. She cupped his jaw and pressed a soft kiss along his high cheekbone. “I’ve missed seeing this smile.”

He pressed his forehead to hers. “I’m trying to find my way back to happy, Mol.”

“I know.” He relaxed his hold, and she slid down his side before cupping his length. “Now I have plans for this.” Ethan came up beside her and she grasped him as well. “I know he does,” she said to Ethan with a smile.

There was little doubt there. Especially with the heat swarming in his gray eyes. She laced her fingers with Ethan, then Luc and led them to the mirror. Luc’s gaze slid to the glass and his eyes lit with that fire she saw each night during shows. The excitement and challenge that echoed inside of her now in ways she couldn’t have predicted.

He was the other half of her on stage. The missing piece she never knew was missing. His voice and his words in the lyrics they were building together with the band made everything matter so much more than it had before. Somehow amazing things were growing amongst the ashes of anger and despair.

They’d get there. She knew it. Even more, she believed in the rightness of them deep down, which was new for her. That bone-deep certainty was blooming thanks to the love she’d found here with these two men. They helped her believe in herself in ways she never dreamed possible.

She let them go, then turned and placed her palms on the mirror. She tossed her hair back over her shoulder. “I’ve been aching for the both of you since we walked in here. Don’t make me wait any longer.”

Ethan stepped behind her. He draped her hair back over her shoulder and dropped a sweet kiss at the base of her neck. “As much as I love all this gold, I need access to you, love. I don’t want anything between us but skin.”

She dropped her chin to her chest. “Yes. So much yes.”

Luc loomed behind Ethan in the mirror. More gold and warmth in the tumble of rich hair and strong features. His beautiful face even more angular and strong with the beard he’d grown. It made him look older, harder sometimes, but no less hers.

Her Luc with his surprising gentleness underneath the rough exterior.

Luc slipped his arm around both Ethan and her, his fingers teasing down between her thighs. “I can’t wait to feel him wet with you. So I can have both of you on me.”

Her thighs trembled as Ethan added his hand over Luc’s. They both stroked along her cleft, their fingers slipping along each other’s as they parted her. She wasn’t sure whose finger slid inside of her. She’d been an active audience for so long, she’d almost forgotten about herself and her own mounting needs.

Even now, she had to watch. To see everything.

Luc crowded into Ethan, who in turn pressed closer to her until the cool glass met her breasts. She hissed out a breath. A hand slid out from between her thighs. She couldn’t quite see who but then she felt the thick length of Ethan against her.

And she knew.

Luc opened his fingers to peel her apart as Ethan’s cock slid between her thighs and brushed along her lips.

“Look down, Bluebird.” Luc’s voice was a growling whisper. “I can feel him and you. Mine. Both of you, mine.”

She looked down. She really didn’t have a choice.

Ethan groaned against her neck and thrusted harder between her thighs. Not entering her, not yet, but so close.

“Is he inside you again?” she asked Ethan.

“Fuck.” Ethan’s voice was guttural.

That answered her question. She went up on her toes to assist in the angle. They might have wanted to toy with her, but enough was enough. She needed a cock inside of her right fucking now.

Ethan slipped inside of her and she sighed, but the relief was gone in an instant. Luc slapped her clit then rubbed it with tight little circles. She shouted out a name, both names. Fuck. She hadn’t been prepared. Hadn’t realized she was so very close.

Ethan groaned and it took a moment for them to get themselves lined up. So much to take and make sense of. Hands and heat and the stretch of Ethan’s thick cock inside of her. She cried out as they both pressed her into the glass. So tight and full and there was no end to them. It was as if they were all one. A unit.

Hips aligned and her thighs shook with the effort to hold the position when she wanted to curl into herself and hold Ethan tight inside of her. She’d asked for this and it was even better than she’d imagined.

Luc’s fingers shook as he got closer to the limit. She managed to look up to see his head thrown back and sweat rolling down his temples. Ethan’s hand burrowed under hers on the glass for purchase as he slammed inside of her, taking the powerful thrust of her other lover until they were a chain of slick flesh and sweat.

She laced her fingers with Ethan’s as the orgasm blindsided her. She clenched down on him and his groans were trapped against her neck as he wrapped his arm around her and covered Luc’s fingers.

Ethan gripped her belly as Luc’s lightning fast touch made her scream.

There was no cease to the rush of black spots that danced in her vision as her guys faded into the periphery. There was nothing but their touch and the endless throb of her overworked body. Muscles she didn’t know she had all tightened as her system shut down and she slumped against the glass, her breath stolen in the maelstrom of pleasure and near pain. It was almost all too much.

Ethan drove himself inside of her one last time. The pulse of his release filled her and the aftermath ripped through her in another blinding build. Luc shouted behind Ethan, his fingertips dragging against her oversensitive clit one last time before drifting away to grip her hips as she sagged.

Ethan’s strong arms linked around her as he pulled her away from the mirrored wall and slid out of her. Before she could attempt to steady herself, she was swept up into his arms and they all collapsed into a heap on the mat.

Luc’s long legs curled around Ethan, and she cuddled in, cradled tight against her professor’s chest. She didn’t bother to try and be strong. Not right now. She buried her face into his neck and held on. Luc’s long arms came up around them both. He tucked his chin into her neck until his breath mingled with hers. It took a long moment for their breathing to return to normal. For the tears logjammed in her eyes to recede to prickles and finally to fade entirely.

They hadn’t had a moment that profound in a few weeks. There’d been so much grief shrouding them. Luc had been living in a constant state of overprotection and Ethan had been trying to diffuse him and make sure she was okay at the same time. In the end, they had been protecting each other so much that they hadn’t connected like this in a very long time.

At least it felt like it.

And now they were both wrapped around her and all she could concentrate on was how grateful she was to have them both. Even if she wanted to kill Luc more than half the time lately. She still wouldn’t change him. “I love you both so much. I can’t even imagine my life without you. It’s been only a few months, but I just…”

“Shh.” Ethan rubbed his chin on top of her head. “Shh, love. We know.”

The brutal reality of losing someone had been so in their face. There was another triad who had to face things in a different way. Would she be able to find a way to go on as they had, as painful as it was?

Molly pulled Luc tighter into them both. “I don’t know what I’d do. I don’t know if I could be as strong as Jules.”

“You won’t have to find out, Bluebird. We promise.”

“You can’t make that promise.” The tears came back. She tried to fight them off, but they rolled down her cheeks unheeded. “You just can’t.”

Luc cupped her jaw and brought her chin up until their gazes met. “I can promise you you’re strong enough to deal with it if it ever did, but I’ll fight like hell to make sure it never happens.” He brushed her lips then Ethan’s. “I found the other pieces of me in the most unlikely of places, but I won’t let you guys go. I love you too much.”

“I don’t know what I did to deserve either of you, but I feel the same.” Ethan’s voice went rough. “I love you both more than there are words in all of my books.”

She laughed and burrowed into Ethan’s chest again. “That’s saying a lot if we can make the folklore professor speechless.”

Ethan squeezed her tighter. “And moment gone.”

Luc draped his arm around Ethan’s shoulders. “Chick flick moment averted. Thanks, Bluebird.”

She tugged a lock of Luc’s hair that had fallen forward thanks to the weird hug they were sharing. The weird, amazing hug. “Who started the I love you stuff?”

“How about I end it?” Luc backed up and stood, all six-feet-four of him gloriously naked. He lifted her out of Ethan’s arms and tossed her over his shoulder. “Time for the showers.”

She screeched out a laugh. “Romance is dead.”

Luc slapped her ass. “I thought chicks liked to be carried.”

“Not like a case of beer over your shoulder.”

“Speaking of beer, I could go for one.”

“It’s not even nine in the morning,” Ethan said as he stood and followed them.

“I think we broke eight different rules of physics today. I deserve a beer.” Luc crossed the room and out into the hall. Instead of taking a right toward their huge bathroom, he detoured into the kitchen. He cracked a water and guzzled it down, handing Ethan one.

“What about me?”

“I think we did all the sweating, Bluebird.” Luc slapped her ass again.

“Hey!”

He snagged two beers and handed one to Ethan before heading back down the hall to the bathroom.

She tried to get her hair out of her face, but noticed Ethan grabbing a bottle of water for her before he followed them to the bathroom.

She smiled. Those were her guys. Again, she’d never change them. Even if Luc was a caveman more than half the time.

He was still her caveman. And he brought out the fun in Ethan too. All in all, she had it pretty perfect.

Luc slid her down his body and she wrapped her legs around his waist as he stepped into the large shower. “Let’s see if we can dirty you up a little more before we get you all sparkly clean for practice.”

She looped her arms around his neck. “I like the sound of that.”

Ethan stepped in behind him and shut the door. “I vote very dirty.”

Luc grinned. “That’s what I like to hear, Professor.”