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In the light of day, my fear of the bears had lifted, though not entirely disappeared.

In its wake was more confusion and questions than anything else. And a need to make sure the wolves were not simply a smaller version of the bears.

I had to go home.

And if they let me, then they would prove to me they cared.

If they didn’t… then I wasn’t sure what I was going to do.

“Good morning, beautiful.” Dexter’s voice rolled over my head and I looked up to see him smiling down at me.

“Good morning.”

My stomach gurgled and I was suddenly very aware of being naked and surrounded by three naked men.

“Ah… breakfast time?”

Taylor stood up first, his tight body drawing my gaze, as did his semi-erect cock.

Morning glory… three of them.

If I had time… boy would that would keep me busy!

“What are you in the mood for? Pancakes? Bacon and eggs? More sex, perhaps?”

I giggled as I slid off the bed and away from the temptation that was my triad.

They could so easily drag me into another full day of sex. One-on-one, or three-on-one, I wouldn’t care.

When there were no limits, the list of things that I could do was astronomical.

“Maybe later.” I smiled at Taylor. “Some pancakes would be amazing.”

Jay stood up, his body just as beautiful and aroused as Taylor’s. “They’re my specialty. I’ll start mixing some up.”

I watched him go, his tight ass flexing as he walked. I sighed.

I lived alone. No one had cooked me breakfast in years, if I didn’t count the Starbucks down the street. The barista who worked there often made me coffee and handed me a fresh muffin.

But to have a man who cooked? Completely independent men who could do everything for themselves? What a dream. Every married friend of mine would be jealous once they found out.

Found out what? That I had three boyfriends, all of a sudden? How was I going to explain that?

A cold shudder flowed over my skin. The disgust, the fear, the misunderstanding that would surround me for the rest of my life if I did this.

“Um. Thanks, I’d love that. I might throw some clothes on. They’re downstairs, I think.”

I fled the room before I sank to my knees for the men. I could feel the need growing in my belly, the heat between my thighs. But I had to be smart about this.

I raced down the stairs, my tender breasts bobbing up and down.

I held them with both hands and snuck over to where I’d left clothes last night on the couch.

Mary had loaned me a dress, so I pulled that on, not bothering with underwear. I wasn’t going to wear what I had on yesterday, and I wasn’t borrowing any.

Wearing your lover’s mother’s clothes was a little strange as it was.

“Pancakes coming right up!” Jay announced, as he bounced down the stairs wearing only a pair of faded jeans.


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