“Let’s wash your hair.”

“Really?” Emma’s eyes widen, and she eagerly turns around so I can use the adjustable showerhead to run water over her. “I’ve never taken a shower with anyone before. Is this a thing? Does the guy always wash the girl’s hair?”

“I wouldn’t know. You’re the first girl I’ve ever taken a shower with,” I say, putting the nozzle back into its holster when her hair is good and wet.

And you’ll be the only girl I ever shower with.

I squirt a little shampoo into my palm as Emma turns to face me. “So, we were both each other’s firsts in a way today?” Her soft hands land on my stomach and inch their way up. “I popped your shower-with-a-girl cherry and you…”

Her words trail off, and her cheeks turn pink.

“I claimed your ass,” I say, rubbing my hands together then dipping them into her hair. It’s a little awkward with her facing me, but no way am I asking her to turn around, especially since her hands are exploring every inch of my body and it feels too good. “Say it, Emma. Tell me who fucked you in the ass and how much you liked it.”

When I’m confident her hair is clean, I rinse the shampoo and reach for the conditioner.

“No.” She grins. I can tell she wants to say it, but this is all new to her. I’ll have to coax her out of her shell a bit.

“You have no reason to be embarrassed,” I say, kissing a water droplet from her pouty lips. “Say it, and I’ll give you a special treat for dessert tonight.”

She laughs, and it’s the most glorious sound I’ve heard. I’ve always loved Emma’s laugh. It comes from the belly, and it makes me smile. For as long as I can remember, I have always tried to make her laugh because it’s my favorite sound in the world. Second to the sounds she makes when she comes.

“Are you bribing me with sex?”

“Always. I will always try to bribe you with sex.”

“Good to know,” she says, tilting her head back so I can wash the conditioner from her hair.

“Now, say it.”

“Fine.” She rolls her eyes, and it’s ridiculously cute. And then her smile fades, her eyes turn serious, and she steps into me. Her naked breasts press against my chest as she lifts up on her toes. “You, Ryan Gallagher, buried your fat cock in my ass, and it felt amazing. And I want to do it again…over and over and over.”

I wrap my arm around her waist and haul her against me, and then I take her mouth in a passionate kiss. God, she feels perfect in my arms, as if she were made to fit against me. The water rains down around us, filling the bathroom with a plume of steam, and I don’t know how I’m supposed to let her go. Just as the thought runs through my mind, the glass door slides open, and Grant joins us.

“Grant,” Emma whispers, pulling her mouth from mine.

“Don’t stop because of me. I enjoy watching you two.”

“You do?” she asks.

She’s so innocent and oblivious to what we want from her. We’re going to have to spell it out. I press my lips to the side of her head and breathe in her fresh, strawberry scent as she looks up at Grant.

“Fuck yeah.” Grant presses his chest against her back, and I nod to our dirty girl.

“Emma was just telling me how much she loved my cock in her ass.”

Grant lifts a brow and smirks. “Oh, yeah? You want to do that again?” She nods. “Next time, you can ride Ryan, and I’ll take this sweet ass. How does that sound?”

Her breath hitches. “I’d like that.”

My cock is locked, loaded, and ready to pound nails just from talking about it. “Are you sore?” I slide a hand between her thighs, but instead of pushing my fingers inside of her, I gently stroke along her slit.

“A little,” she says. “But I like it. It’s a good sore. It reminds me of who was there.”

Grant massages her back, starting at her neck and working his way down. “What did you think about the three of us being together?”

“I liked it. A lot.”

“So did we,” I say, pushing the tip of my finger inside of her. She doesn’t wince, and I go a little farther. “What happened in the bedroom between us—what we shared—it was a first for Grant and me.” We’ve never had an emotional connection like we have with Emma.

“Really?” She sounds surprised, and I smile because maybe she finally understands how much we want to be with her. I nod, and she looks back at Grant. “Can I ask you guys a question?”

Gathering her hair to the side, Grant kisses her shoulder. “Always,” he says, looking down the front of her body, watching where my hand is rubbing between her legs.

“Can you feel each other when you’re both inside of me?”

I nod, and Grant confirms with a, “Yes.”

“And that doesn’t bother you?”

“Fuck no,” I say. “We like it, sweetheart.”

I probably like it a little too much. I’ve never considered myself bisexual, but my love of threesomes with Grant caused me to experiment with a guy back in college. It wasn’t for me. It felt forced and awkward, and I’ve had no desire to try again. But I’d be lying if I said I haven’t been curious about Grant off and on over the years, and even more so after what we just did with Emma.

Grant and I share a connection that most friends don’t, and we already know we’ll be a permanent part of each other’s lives. It isn’t an easy feeling or concept to explain, I have trouble rationalizing it in my own head. My heart doesn’t race when he walks into a room the way it does with Emma, but from time to time, I get a hard-on just looking at him, and I crave his touch. Sometimes, I have the urge to express my love with more than words.

The only thing holding me back is Grant. I’m confident he doesn’t feel the same urges I do, and the last thing I want is to make him uncomfortable. Our friendship means everything to me, and I love him enough to keep the urges at bay, although I fear the curiosity may only grow stronger as our relationship with Emma blossoms.

Grant’s hand finds mine between her legs, and I blink through the foggy haze in my brain. Together, we touch her. Stroking and teasing.

“Holy shit, that’s hot,” she sighs, watching us. “So, we’ve already confirmed that you love touching me, but are you ever…you know…together without a woman?”

Grant shakes his head. “No, there’s always a woman between us.”

“How did this happen?”

“What do you mean?” he asks.

“When did you two start sharing women?”

“Do you remember Shelly McBride?” I ask.

Grant groans, and I laugh, remembering how wild she was in bed. She scared the hell out of us.

“You mean Shelly McBride the teacher’s aide in Mr. Darwin’s class? She was like ten years older than us.”

I chuckle. “We know. She had a thing for Grant, but he was scared of her and begged me to tag along when he met up with her one night.”

“I wasn’t scared of her,” Grant admonishes. “She was aggressive, and I was an innocent virgin.”

Emma laughs and shakes her head. “You were never innocent, Grant Ford.”

“Not after Shelly got ahold of me,” Grant says, running his free hand up Emma’s body. He cups her breast and squeezes, causing her eyes to flutter closed. I can tell she wants to give in to the pleasure we’re bringing her, but our girl has questions, and Emma is nothing if not determined.

“What happened after Shelly? You just decided to keep sharing women?” Her voice is husky, and she has to work to keep her eyes open.

“We’ve been with women alone, but nothing ever felt like it did that first time with Shelly. Something was always missing. But every time we were with someone together it was different. We felt that spark again. It’s hard to explain. We haven’t dissected it, we just know it works,” I answer.

Emma nods as if she understands exactly what I’m trying to say. “I get it. You guys are a team. You work well together, you complement each other, and it fits. Why change something that works so well?”

“Exactly,” Grant says. “Outsiders might not understand our relationship, but we’ve accepted that we’re a package deal. Our friendship may not be what most people consider normal, but it works for us, and that’s all that matters.”

“Do you ever get jealous?”

Grant shakes his head. “No,” he says softly, his eyes finding mine. “It’s about trust and respect, and I trust Ryan with my life. I want to see him happy and enjoying himself because I love him, the same way I love you,” he adds softly.

Emma’s lips part. “You love me?” she breathes, stealing the words from my mouth.

Grant chuckles while I struggle to breathe. This is what we’ve been waiting for, and I can taste it. I can taste how good a relationship between the three of us will be. Grant and I were made for Emma. We want to love her and take care of her. We’ll never work with anyone else because no one else makes us feel the way Emma does.

That’s what this whole weekend is about. Showing her how good it can be, and then convincing her that we can give her a wonderful life.

And if she decides that it isn’t what she wants, then it’s on to plan B: kidnap her, tie her to a bed, and drive her mad with our relentless cocks until she’s addicted to us and has no choice but to say yes.

“This shouldn’t be a surprise, Emma,” Grant says, settling his hands on her hips. “Of course, I love you. I’ve loved you for years, you’re one of my best friends.”

“Same here, pretty girl. We’ve loved you since your parents bought the house between ours. And that love has only grown over the years, along with our friendship.”

Emma’s smile falters for a brief second, but she quickly recovers.

“What’s wrong?” I ask, reaching for the loofah.

I squirt a blob of body wash on it, and Emma takes it from my hands and starts washing me. “Nothing. What could possibly be wrong? I’ve got two sexy guys who gave me the best orgasm known to man—or woman—earlier, and now they’re going to get dressed up and take me out to dinner.”

“Orgasms,” Grant corrects. “Multiple. As in more than one. You missed a spot,” he says, pointing to my straining cock.

Emma laughs and looks up at him.

“What? Just making sure you don’t miss the most important part.”