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painted shadows across her curves.
    “ Don’t get cold feet now, Ben,” she said huskily.
    Dillon zipped the tent shut behind him, then leaned up against Ben, making him tremble.
    “ He’s not,” Dillon said, kissing under Ben’s ear. “No cold feet, Ben.”
    Ben groaned, suddenly overwhelmed. “What are we doing?” he asked.
    Dillon held Ben even tighter. “We’re celebrating.” His voice was tight with all the things they couldn’t say. Things like Olivia is gone and maybe we’ll die tomorrow and I don’t want to stop.
    Lark sat up. “We’re celebrating being alive.”
    Fuck. They’re right. I can’t spend the rest of my life in mourning. Ben took a deep breath and nodded. “Okay.”
    ****
    Lark watched Ben as he absorbed what she and Dillon had said. When his shoulders relaxed and he leaned into Dillon, she knew he’d worked past the terrible memories that haunted the three of them, at least for now. She held out her arms.
    Ben went to his knees and ducked his head down, kissing from her waist to her breasts, and then Dillon was there, too. He pulled at Ben ’s t-shirt until he took it off. Lark let her hands roam all over the incredible perfection of Ben’s chest. She could hardly believe that he was Olivia’s father. He didn’t seem old enough to have had a daughter in college. She could hardly believe that she was making love with her best friend’s dad.
    Enough. She ’s gone. At least you have this, she told herself, sitting up and sliding her hands down his warm skin. She flicked his nipples and he smiled at her.
    “ That doesn’t really work for me,” he said, kissing her again.
    “ This does, though,” Dillon said, palming Ben’s straining erection through his jeans.
    Ben broke the kiss, panting as his hips snapped forward into Dillon ’s fingers. “Jesus. Warn a guy when you’re going to do that.”
    “That would take all the fun out of it.” Dillon chuckled and worked at the zipper. Lark lay back down and watched Dillon undress Ben. When Dillon opened Ben’s jeans, his cock sprang out, thick and beautiful. Dillon cupped Ben’s balls and slid an arm around his waist, holding him still. “You want to taste?” he asked her.
    Lark swallowed and nodded. She did , badly. Ben’s eyes flared darkly when Dillon slid his hand up and grasped his dick, pointing it at her. “Here. Take your time.”
    Ben trembled as she scrambled to her knees. She put shaky hands onto Ben’s hips and he groaned.
    “ I don’t know what I’m doing,” she whispered, looking up.
    “ Do whatever the hell you want,” Ben growled. “You can’t really do this wrong.”
    Dillon tightened his arm around Ben ’s waist until Lark could see the muscles pop. “Anything you do will feel good,” Dillon said, then smiled crookedly. “Well, almost anything. Try not to nick him with your teeth.”
    Lark smiled sympathetically. That would probably hurt. “Uh, yeah. I’ll be careful.”
    Ben shivered and Lark dipped her head down. She licked the crown, surprised when she tasted salt. “He’s wet,” she said, surprised.
    “ Fuck,” Ben muttered, hands gripping Dillon’s arm.
    “ Yeah.” Dillon’s voice was really low. “That’s because he’s really aroused right now.”
    Lark nodded. So was she. Her pussy throbbed and she was tempted to touch herself, but… She blushed as her hand twitched.
    “Go ahead,” Dillon said.
    She frowned. “What?”
    “ You want to touch yourself. I can tell. Do it,” Dillon replied.
    Ben made a sound in his throat that had her breathing faster.
    “ Seriously?” she asked, her face hot. Did they really want to see that?
    “ God, yes,” Dillon replied. Ben looked like he was going to lose it.
    Lark licked her lips, then slid a hand down to touch her pussy. She was slick and it felt so good. She watched the men as she played with her clit. Dillon sunk his teeth into Ben ’s shoulder. Ben shook and his cock grew thicker, amazingly. She wanted to taste him