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used condoms and cleaning them all up.
    “Oh, God,” Geo groaned. “Good thing there’s two of you and we don’t have to go anywhere tomorrow. I’m going to be closed for business for the foreseeable future, and you two are going to have to carry me around.”
    “Caro, it will be a pleasure. And I promise, whenever you’re ready, Danie and I will be on our knees ready to service you, any way we can.”
    “Oh, sounds nice. But not now. Sleep now. Blowjobs later. Much, much later.” Geo barely had the words out of his mouth before his breathing changed, Danie recognizing it as the first stages of sleep. Andrea returned to his original position next to them, though this time he kissed Danie thoroughly before closing his own eyes.
    Danie lay awake in the dark, listening to the two of them breathe. He had no idea how to reconcile the competing emotions. All he knew was he wanted this feeling to last as long as it could, as long as they were together. Beyond that, he had no hope. Really, in that sense, nothing had changed for him except that he now had even more to miss.
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CHAPTER SEVEN
    Apart from an obvious soreness, Geo managed to wake refreshed. He was alone in the blankets. From the light inside the tent, he could tell it was still early. The gurgling of his stomach reminded him that they hadn’t managed to eat last night. The intensity of their activities had pushed all thought of food from their minds. No one wanted to stop. In fairness, Geo suspected they were all of a similar mindset― the fear that once they stopped, it would be impossible to recreate the circumstances that had both Geo and Danie opening up their relationship far enough to invite Andrea in.
    Geo felt fundamentally changed by the experience, and he wasn’t sure what that meant for today and the days after. He stretched gingerly, taking inventory of tired and sore muscles. It wasn’t bad except for the literal pain in his ass.
    He carefully rolled to his knees, crawling around the limited space for his bag. The last thing he needed was to pull on his crusty shorts. Apparently they became indiscriminate in their cleanup at some point. He ran across the pair he’d worn yesterday and could barely bring himself to touch them long enough to stuff them into the deepest recess of the duffle.
    His next cleanest pair retrieved and donned, Geo tugged on his socks and looked around for his boots, eventually finding one wedged under their bed and the other in the opposite corner of the tent.
    He smirked, remembering the eagerness of both men as they stripped him, and exited the tent. Danie was crouching next to the fire, Geo’s French coffee press at his feet. Andrea hovered over him with his nose stuck in a bag of Geo’s favorite blend.
    “Oi!” Geo cried, trying his best to sound irritated. “Hands off the merchandise!”
    “Ah, caro…” Andrea purred, a brilliant smile on his face, “it’s too late. We’ve already handled the merchandise, and I think we’ll keep it.” He handed the coffee to Danie and crossed the distance between them, pulling him into a close embrace with a kiss as sweet as any he’d ever had.
    Breathless, he pulled back, only to find himself swung around into Danie’s strong arms. He enjoyed the moment, snuggled close with his head tucked under Danie’s chin.
    “Missed waking up with you,” Geo whispered into the man’s shirt. The hug tightened, and Geo knew Danie had heard him anyway.
    “Mmm, me too. We wanted to let you sleep and bring you breakfast in bed. I guess we weren’t that quiet sneaking out.”
    “Probably the giggling woke him,” Andrea laughed and poked Danie in the side. He kissed Geo’s hair before waving the pot of coffee under his nose. The perfume of dark French roast curled into Geo’s nose, and he began to salivate.
    “Oh, yeah, coffee. Gimme before you ruin it.” Geo made a grab for the pot, but Andrea held it out of reach.
    “What? I’m insulted by your insinuation that I would