“We get if it’ll take a while for you to understand that we want this,” she says and then sucks my clit into her mouth.

“Oh, fuck,” I cry out.

Darren is sweating as he starts to slam his hips against her ass.

“But we want more, too. If you want that as well.”

I’m nodding.

“We want to keep dating you.”

I’m still nodding.

“We want you to meet both boys.”

Darren’s knees are bracketing Nadia’s ass, and he’s lifting her hips to meet his thrusts.

Her voice is shaking, and every other word sounds like a groan, but her gaze is steady.

I am a sweaty, shaking mess leaking around her fingers.

“I want you both. I want you both. Please stop playing with me.”

She adds another finger inside me. That’s not exactly what I asked for, but it’s not not what I asked for either.

“And if you want babies,” she says.

“What?” Darren pants.

“We want that too.”

“Fuck. Okay. Sure,” Darren grunts.

“Okay?” she asks.

Darren is nodding along with me now.

Nadia’s thumb grazes my clit. “I can’t hear you,” she says.

And I get it — I see it — what the rest of our relationship will be like. Darren and I desperate to please Nadia and her ordering us around like the horny simps we are. Us loving each other. Fucking each other.

Together.

“I’m yours,” I cry out. “Both of yours.”

“We’re yours,” Darren groans, maybe speaking to Nadia, maybe to me. It doesn’t matter because either way, he’s right. We’re in this together.

Tears are leaking from my eyes when Nadia finally lowers her mouth to my pussy for real. Her tongue doesn’t know exactly where to go, but I was right. After years of Darren’s expert work on her pussy, Nadia knows enough to have me shaking and crying and begging for her to keep eating me out and for Darren to keep fucking her and for this moment to never end.

I don’t know what comes next, but I do. All the big things, all the special moments, everything that’s important in my life from here on out will involve Darren and Nadia.

I wasn’t sure what I was looking for when I logged onto InfiniThree, but I found it.

I found them.

epilogue

two years later

“Have you considered tripping him? Checking him? A hard foul ain’t ever hurt nobody, you know?” I ask these questions in a rush.

“Um…” Nate says. “I don’t think—”

“Thought about it, but the refs are serious about their sportsmanship penalties,” Danny says with a disgusted shake of his head.

“Ugh,” I say.

“I know,” Danny nods.