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lusted after Clay, and they’d agreed he didn’t want a good-girl honors student. White guys were one thing—Kacy didn’t believe in limiting her options—but dating outside of your high school sphere had seemed unimaginable at sixteen.
    Not that he wanted to date her or screw her back then. They were the same year, and he’d been in her homeroom every year, every day and looking hot. He had a lot of the girls but never put any time or effort in her direction.
    She put the historical nonsense behind her. Teenagers were hormonal and dramatic. She’d thought she’d gotten over high school years ago, but somehow Clay still tapped that need to be desired in her.
    With a sigh, she grabbed her wet clothes and headed out. The smell of a real wood fire greeted her. Barefoot and barely dressed, she walked quietly into the main room. Dean and Clay were talking. Then she saw Dean lean over and kiss Clay.
    A bolt of desire shot throughout her body and settled into a throbbing between her legs. Clay didn’t resist and was in nothing but a pair of boxers. She watched both men for erections as she padded into the room and hung her bra and panties on rack in front of the roaring fire. Then she added her jeans and shirt. “Don’t mind me.”
    “A beautiful woman is nothing to mind. You’re something to admire.” Steve set his clothes on the rack, as well.
    “I think your boyfriend is confused.” She pulled an ottoman close to the fire and sat on it.
    “Nah, Clay was a little confused before, but that’s okay. Dean and I like to share the right people.” Steve hugged Clay from behind.
    The idea of Clay with other men, and the proof of it before her eyes spun her brain while turning her on even more. Why men together did it for her made no sense, but it was true. “I guess I couldn’t be safer in a convent.”
    “You think you’re safe?” Clay chuckled.
    “She’s perfectly safe.” Dean shoved Clay back a bit into Steve’s body.
    “Yeah, we’re not going to hurt her. But you’re looking at her as much as I am.” Clay stared at her breasts without shame or subtlety.
    She folded her arms over her chest. “It appears you like being sandwiched between two hot men. If you’re all gay, why are you looking at me?”
    Steve and Dean grinned. Clay slid from between the pair and knelt in front of Kacy. “I’m not gay. I like women every bit as much as men.”
    “We all do. Bisexual, not gay.” Dean kissed Steve, crossed the room and flipped on the radio.
    “Bisexual?” She nodded and looked Clay in the eye. “At least all those girls didn’t give up their virginity for you to prove a lie. Guess I just wasn’t of interest.” She took the opportunity to poke around a little and see what the real Clay was about.
    “That’s not true. Plenty of men were interested in you.” Steve rolled out blankets.
    “Yep, but you were a good girl. No point trying to seduce you then.” Clay ran his hands over her feet. “You’re warming up.”
    Having him so close, she felt as if she were in the fire. His muscled chest rippled, and she wanted to run her fingers over his body. All of them were bi? They were all looking at her. It was another fantasy of hers since high school days she’d never shared with anyone. One man was enough for most girls, but the idea of more than one wanting her and pleasing her plagued her dreams. She’d written it off as overcompensating for not having men interested in her.
    “So you didn’t go after me because I was studious and not a slut?” she asked Clay.
    “You didn’t put yourself out there much.” Clay shrugged.
    “That’s all history. I’ll make some tea.” Dean turned up the volume on the radio and headed to the kitchen.
    She stared at Dean’s ass as he left. Three such hot men alone with her, it was a dream. She wasn’t the type of woman this happened to, and now that it had, she was clueless as to how to take advantage of it…if she even dared to. She wanted it, but most