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down his throat. Does he deep-throat you, baby? Do you like it better when he’s licking your cock like a lollipop or sucking you?”
    “Jesus.” He closed his eyes.
    “No, baby, open your eyes,” I said. “It’s too gorgeous not to watch you two together.”
    Jonathan grunted, opening his eyes and moving his hands down to Noah’s hair. As he held on to Noah’s dark curls, he pushed his hips up. I’d always been afraid a guy would do that while I was sucking him, but it seemed to turn them on even more. Maybe it wasn’t as bad as I imagined.
    Moving my hands across Jay’s chest, I circled then pinched one of his nipples. “I can’t wait to watch you come in his mouth.”
    Apparently that was all it took; his whole body froze and his face contorted with bliss. Every muscle in his body was strained, and Noah looked up, making eye contact with me. I marveled at how involved I was, yet again, even when I wasn’t directly experiencing or providing an orgasm.  
    Jonathan slowly came back to us, and Noah slid up the bed into his embrace. We were surrounding him, and it was wonderful. We fell asleep like that, wrapped in each other, and, at least for me, feeling more at peace, loved, and relaxed than I had in a very long time.

CHAPTER SEVEN

    When we woke up the next day, we lounged in bed for a bit talking quietly, then showered together. It was the kind of lazy Sunday morning everyone should have at least once a month. The day seemed as if it elapsed in slow motion, and I appreciated taking my time with everything from getting clean to driving to brunch.
    “Busy week ahead?” Jay asked, spearing a bite of my French toast and putting it in his mouth before I could object.
    “Yeah,” I said. “Good busy, though, not soul-sucking busy. You?”
    “Soul-sucking busy,” he repeated, rolling his eyes and laughing.
    “And you?” I asked, nudging Noah with my elbow.
    “Good busy. Very good busy.”
    Quiet settled over the table, and I remembered I’d soon be leaving them. A frown pushed itself onto my face, and I stared down at my bacon.  
    “You coming over for Wednesday dinner?” Noah asked.
    “Is that a thing now?”  
    “It is if you want it to be,” Jay said. “We want it to be.”
    “I want it to be, too,” I whispered. I was afraid to say the words out loud. Afraid to admit them even to myself.  
    In the last few days, I’d realized just how much I wanted this. I wanted it all, every little bit of it, even when it would get difficult, which I knew it would. It couldn’t be all hot sex and amazing food, right?  
    “Good,” Noah said, grabbing my hand. “I don’t want to go five days without seeing you again.”
    “Well, that assumes I’m coming over next Friday.”
    I was half-joking but half-serious. I couldn’t help but wonder if it was smart to just let things drive toward me practically living with them on the weekends. I mean, didn’t we need more getting-to-know-you time? Wasn’t that what normal people did?
    Jay rolled his eyes. “You know you’re coming over Friday.” There was a pause as they exchanged a nervous glance. “Right?”
    “I don’t know,” I said. “I mean, don’t you guys think we should slow down?”
    “For fuck’s sake, Olivia, stop thinking so much.” Noah’s voice was laced with frustration. “You overthink everything. Has everything we’ve done felt good?”
    “Yeah, of course,” I said.
    “Has it made you happy?”
    “Very.”
    “Fulfilled?” he asked.
    I wasn’t sure what to say to that; did anything in life really make me feel entirely fulfilled? “Sure,” I said with slight hesitation.
    “Loved?”
    That one was easy. I smiled. “Absolutely.”
    “Then why are you questioning anything? Do you want to plan to spend next weekend with us? Don’t we have movie trade-off plans?”
    “You’re right,” I said, sighing. “I just… I feel like it’s too good to be true. I don’t want to jinx it.” I dropped my gaze to the table,