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literally howl, as both men force my body into the most intense orgasm I’ve ever experienced. I’m shaking all over, my arms and legs flailing as I convulse through my climax. Holy fucking hell. I have no control, no understanding, no comparison to this experience. I’m gasping for air, desperate to find an anchor in a world gone mad.
    I never even…
    My thoughts drift away as a heaviness invades my limbs, the lethargy stealing my consciousness as I float in a strange space, neither awake nor asleep but somewhere, somehow in between.
    I don’t even realize I’m crying until Bradley lifts me in his arms, settles in one of the leather sofas, and rocks me gently.
    “It’s okay, baby girl,” my fiancé says in his familiar deep voice. “We’ve got you.”
    I whimper in relief when I finally realize Ryan is beside us, his hand wrapped around my ankle possessively, his touch achingly familiar even if it’s been so many years in between. I nod, unable to find my voice as I drift into sleep.
     
    * * * *
     
    Ryan watched as the only woman he’d ever loved fell asleep in his brother’s arms. It was clear that Melody had never experienced the type of orgasm that had just washed through her. It gave him a ridiculous sense of male pride, but it also raised a lot of questions.
    “This is why I asked for your help,” Bradley said with a shrug of his shoulders. “I’ve spent so much time hiding who I am that the sex between us has been…well, it’s been good, but there was always something missing.”
    “Are you sure you want me fucking your fiancée?” Ryan deliberately chose the crude word to say out loud, horrified by the realization that in his mind he considered it an act of love when it came to Melody. “It’s going to make the future pretty awkward.”
    “Not if you stay,” Bradley said quietly.
    Ryan shook his head, denying the words he’d just imagined had come out of his brother’s mouth. Surely he couldn’t have heard that correctly.
    Bradley gave him a sad smile. “Give it some thought. I think you and Mel could be very happy together.”
    “You’re serious?” Ryan asked in surprise.
    “Of course I’m serious,” Bradley said, giving him a strange look. “What did you think this is all about?”
    Ryan shrugged, not certain how to answer. “I thought you wanted help training your submissive.”
    “ Our submissive,” Bradley said very deliberately. “You and Mel are perfect for each other, but don’t think for one moment that I’m planning to walk away.”
    “She chose to marry you. I would never ask you to walk away,” Ryan said as his mind spun through some of the disastrous outcomes and exciting possibilities such a course of action could bring. It wasn’t like him to be so unfocused, but Melody seemed to do that to him. “What if her interest in BDSM is just a passing curiosity?” He ran a hand through his hair, embarrassed by the insecure-sounding question but unable to hide his agitation from his younger brother. “What if, when the contract is over, she decides that life was simpler with her vanilla fiancé?”
    “Then we deal with it when it happens,” Bradley said, sounding far more casual than his body language suggested.
    “You have a lot to lose if this backfires and Mel is the one to walk away,” Ryan warned seriously.
    “And a lot to gain if it works out.” Bradley pulled Melody closer, his love for their best friend very obvious in every gentle touch. Fortunately, the woman continued to sleep through their conversation. “Ry, we were happy…we are happy, but something was missing. I think that something is you. Mel needs BDSM, but she also needs vanilla. She’s not a full-time submissive. Even I can see that, but she does need what you can give her.”
    “You’re a trained Dom. You know what to do.”
    “True,” Bradley said with a genuine smile, “but I’ve just always considered it a bit of fun. I don’t take it as seriously as you do.”
    “You