This is it.

The chance I wanted has fallen into my lap.

I can’t count the number of times I pulled up Samuel’s name on my phone, intending to call but chickening out at the last minute. Or the number of trips I made up the mountain and just passed right by their cabin from sheer fear of looking them in the eye.

But today, I have no excuse. They’re here. I’m here. We’re on what I feel is sacred ground, and I can’t help but believe it’s the right time to own up to what I did. When Bastian demands an explanation for the last time, I open my mouth and the words still won’t come.

So I unzip my purse and fish out my phone. Finding my e-reading app, I pull up my book and open it. My hands are shaking as I swipe through pages to get to the start of the chapters in question. Tears fill the corner of my eyes. I don’t know who to hand the phone to, but as Samuel won’t even look at me, I pass it to Bastian.

“Here. Just read this. I understand if you can’t forgive me for… it.”

I don’t need to read a single line to know what’ll happen next. The text is so close to reality, Bastian is sure to put it all together. Then he’ll either give the phone to Samuel or share the Coles notes version of everything. They’ll raise their voices in anger, agree that what I did was unforgivable, and throw me out of their truck. And after that, they’ll drive off, and I’ll never see them again.

That’s what I expect to take place.

But as Bastian reads and swipes through page after page of my book, pages and pages about the three of us memorialized in ‘not so fictional’ fiction, he grunts out a carnal groan. Need plays on his face, and my eyes wander down, down his body to the erection that grows and strains against the zipper of his dress slacks.

A smile plays on the corners of his lips.

Samuel turns and studies his face. “What is it?” he asks, still looking through me as though I’m not sitting right there. I can’t blame him for being mad after chasing him off that night he came all the way into the city to see me.

“This is us,” Bastian utters to me. “Bash, Sully, and Eloise.”

“Yes. I’m truly sorry. It was just such good writing, so much better than anything I’d produced before. After I wrote it, I couldn’t face either of you. Then my editor saw it and insisted I had to keep it in my story. I’m really sorry, and completely understand if you hate my guts right now.”

Bastian finishes reading it and passes my phone to Samuel. “Check it out. You’re famous, Sully,” he says with a grin.

“The fuck is this?” Samuel asks as he takes the phone. They’re in that mode I’ve seen a couple of times. Talking to each other as though I’m not there. They can ignore me all they want, or kick me out of their truck, out of their lives. I deserve it, but with the vast weight that lifts from my shoulders now that I’ve come clean, whatever they do from this point on, I’m okay.

A little more aroused than I should be, though.

But that’s from watching Bastian shift his cock in his pants as he waits for Samuel to get to the end.

Samuel’s eyes cut to mine over the phone when he’s finished. “This is why you left? Because you wrote a porno book about us?”

I take the phone from his hand and nod. “It’s called erotica, but yes, it’s the reason.”

“Just to be sure I’m following…did you use our real names anywhere? Or our last names?”

“No,” I answer.

“The address of our cabin?”

“No.”

“Our dates of birth? Military rank? Anything at all that would identify us as those guys in your book?”

“I didn’t,” I confirm.

Samuel and Bastian give each other a look. Then Samuel nods and starts the car.

“Wait,” I say. “Where are you going?”

“Driving you over to where you parked,” he answers in a clipped tone.

“Oh. Okay.” I duck my head down to my lap and drop the phone back into my purse. “See, I knew you’d be pissed about it. It was a violation of your privacy. I’m so s—”

“Relax,” Bastian cuts me off. “Stop apologizing. We’re not mad.”

“You…you forgive me?” I can’t believe they don’t think it’s a big deal. But relief washes over me anyway.

“There’s nothing to forgive, pretty. You wrote a sexy little part of your book and it’s all about us. It’s fucking hot if you ask me. And no one’s the wiser about the fact that it’s all true, not that I’d care if anyone did. Fuck, I can’t think of a better way of stroking a man’s ego.”

“Other than actually stroking him,” Samuel adds with a smile now on his face. “See what I did there?”

I let out a strained laugh. “I think I get it. So, we’re good?”

“We are,” Bastian tells me. “Except for the fact that we wasted close to four fucking months away from each other for this.” He rests his hand on my knee and gives it a squeeze. I can’t hold back the moan that escapes my lips as his fingers skim over the hem of my dress, sliding the fabric up my leg to reveal the paler skin of my thighs.

Then Samuel puts a hand to the base of my neck. “But here’s how you get to make it up to us.” He coaxed my head down to his groin as he drives with one hand. I want to tell him it’s dangerous driving, but I’ve always wondered what it was like to give a man highway head. God knows I’ve written about it enough times.

“First, you’re going to take your punishment, right here in this truck… with those lips around my cock first, then Bastian’s. After that, we’re going to take you to your truck, and one of us will drive it back to your place. Then you’ll head on inside and pack yourself an overnight bag because we’re taking your sexy ass back to our cabin.”

I breathe out to the fullness of his zipper and undo the button at his waist, sliding the zipper down. Licking my lips, I prepare to be skull fucked while driving. Bastian teases out a moan from my open mouth as my tongue makes a full circle around Sebastian’s tip. It’s because his hands are working me, his fingers all the way up to the top of my thighs and brushing against my panties.

“I’m assuming you don’t have any plans later?”

After creating a loud pop as I pull away from Samuel’s cock, I answer with. “No. No plans.”

“Good. Now, you’ve got some.”

I guess I do now.

And God, it feels so good.

Times two.