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setting. I may have squirmed in my seat slightly, remembering. I couldn’t have been happier when the check finally arrived, and the boys seemed to feel the same way. In the parking lot, I gave Jay a quick kiss, and then Noah backed me against my cold car. His lips traced where my collarbone jutted then slipped up my neck. When he tilted his head, his lips met mine for a soft and slow kiss. Pulling back, he traced his nose up and down the length of mine, and I reached out to pull him closer. I wasn’t ready to let go.
    “We’ll continue this at home, I promise,” he said, his breath warming my skin.  
    He kissed me once more then opened my car door. When I was settled in, he closed the door and gave a quick wave before walking to their car.
    I didn’t want to obsess about it, but I had noticed how he said at home and not our house.
    And, I might have thought about it for the entire drive home .
    I parked in the driveway, popping the trunk to grab my bag. By the time I’d unbuckled my seat belt, Jay was holding the door open. I smiled and he gave me a quick peck on the lips once I was out then closed the door. Walking faster than I did, he grabbed my bag; I moved beside him and slipped my hand into his. Once we were inside and the garage door had begun to close, I realized Noah was nowhere to be seen.
    “Where’s Noah?”
    Jay walked to the bedroom and set my bag inside the door then met me where he’d left me in the hallway.  
    “He wanted to start a fire.”
    By the time we turned the corner to the living room, though, Noah had done far more than start a fire. There were giant pillows scattered around and blankets—clearly both to lie upon and cover up with. Everything was set up facing the TV, and I imagined this wasn’t something new to their repertoire.  
    “Looks so comfy,” I said.
    “That’s the idea.” Jay pulled me closer.  
    “I’m going to go get a little more comfortable,” Noah said. “Wanna get into your pajamas, Liv?”
    I nodded and followed them to their bedroom. It wasn’t entirely comfortable yet to change in front of them. I mean, we’d seen each other naked, of course, but never in the unhurried manner we indulged in just then.
    “Hey!”  
    I turned to see Noah giving Jay an expectant look as he pulled underwear off his head.
    “You’re gawking, creeper.”
    The laugh that followed broke the tension of undressing perfectly.
    We reconvened in the living room with another bottle of wine and situated ourselves with Jay in the middle. I always wanted both of their attention, but I couldn’t be the monkey in the middle every time. We curled against Jay, my fingers linking with Noah’s as they rested on Jay’s stomach. As we watched the show Jay had picked and drank our wine, we stole kisses, in every configuration and combination of people and mouths.
    The news came on after, and I let my mind—and hands and mouth—wander more. I didn’t care about anything in that moment except my men. I slipped my hand beneath the soft flannel waistband of Jay’s sleep pants, grateful he’d opted to not wear a shirt. As my hand dipped lower, it was met with a much larger hand—Noah’s—joining in the fun. We reached together, stroking and teasing Jay. I wasn’t sure what the plan was, but I was enjoying being playful with them. Noah shifted his body and met me in the middle, three sets of lips carefully exploring each other. Our hands stayed together, mine being led by Noah’s, and Jay let out small noises and sighs periodically, which made me smile.  
    “You know you’re torturing me, right?” he whispered against our lips, directing his comment at both of us.
    I hummed. “That’s the plan. Relax and enjoy the attention.”
    As we played, Noah and I shared several long glances. At first, I was worried they were looks of jealousy, but I realized how much it was turning him on when he leaned over to kiss me hard. Jay sat up between us, and his cool fingertips played with the