The guys stumbled in, exhausted, at about 10 p.m. Immediately, Rigby stole me naked off Devan’s lap, tugging me upstairs. He fucked me dirty, and the whole time, I told him how good he felt, how much pleasure he brought me while eating me out with crazy enthusiasm. I didn’t know praising someone else could feel so fucking good, but every time I told him how good he was fucking me, he doubled his efforts until I was limp with pleasure.

Naked and overheated, I snuggled close to Rigby’s chest, despite the warmth radiating from his hard body. I was pretty sure he could be searing my flesh and I’d still try to get closer—that was the hold this man had on me.

“Is it weird for you?” he asked, his fingers trailing over the curve of my shoulder. “Being with us all?”

I chewed my lip, really thinking about his words. The urge to just fob off the question was strong, because overall, it wasn’t weird at all. And maybe that was what made it weird? But that was confusing, even for me.

“Individually, my relationship with each of you feels right. Even all together, I’m on board with how this relationship is working. Because it is working, right? For you guys too?”

He nodded. “I talk with the guys about it all the time. Communication is key; that’s what Devan says. And I think the guys like the idea of being tied closer together, though I’m not sure they could get much closer without being naked.”

“Do they…?”

Rigby shook his head this time. “Nah, I don’t think so. They’re close, and they’ve shared women in the past, but I think that’s the only connection between them. They love each other, though—the kind of love that you only get by going through some serious shit together.”

Yeah, I got that. Sometimes, when they were doing something together, they moved like they were one person.

“Why do I get the impression you still have doubts?” Rigby asked, tilting my chin up so he could kiss me again.

I shrugged. “I don’t know. I feel like I’m cheating on you guys, even though logically, I know that's stupid. What are the guys doing right now? Are they lying alone in their beds, listening to us fuck with steadily growing resentment?”

He laughed. “Well, that's oddly specific, but I see what you mean. You’re worried that you won’t carve out enough time for each of us, and that's how bad feelings are born?”

“Yes!”

“Okay.” Reaching over to the night stand, he grabbed his phone and shot off a text to the group chat. I tried to wiggle up his body to see, but he just moved the phone away. “Nuh-uh. Now it has to be a surprise.”