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like it rough sometimes. And I enjoy fucking a tight ass. I’m typically the top.”
    “Ever a bottom?”
    “A few times,” Harper admitted. “But only because my partner really wanted to try it. Afterward, we both wanted me on top again.”
    “And your girlfriends?”
    “Not as many as my guy friends. I tend to attract women, at first. But I don’t play at being aggressive, Dylan. I am aggressive. Women seem to want soft and cuddly, and that’s not me.”
    “And Freddy?” he asked softly.
    “She’s different.” Dylan could hear it in Harper’s voice.
    He felt a hint of jealousy, but mostly he experienced curiosity. Harper hadn’t gone to Freddy first. Instead he’d come to Dylan, wanting them together to take her on. What did that mean? That he put more importance on Dylan than Freddy?
    Harper murmured, “She seems like a tough chick. She’s pierced, has a few tats and she doesn’t take shit from anyone at the club. Not bitchy, just sure. I like her confidence.”
    “But she makes you unsure of yourself.”
    “You shrinking me?”
    “I told you I hate that word.” Dylan leaned up on his elbow and studied Harper, falling into his dark gaze again. “You’re a handsome man, by anyone’s standards. You’re built, successful and aren’t shy when it comes to women. So why go through me to get to Freddy?”
    “Who said I’m going through you to get to her?” Harper frowned and tucked his hands behind his head, making the V of his torso that much more defined. Jesus, the guy was gorgeous. The light sprinkling of hair over his chest only increased his attractiveness. “Hey. Quit ogling me and listen.”
    Dylan flushed. “Hell. Caught.”
    Harper grinned. “Yeah, well, glad to know you like the look of me. ’Cause, Doc, I sure as hell like the look of you.”
    “Freddy?”
    Harper sighed. “I can’t explain it. I want her, and I want you, but I don’t want to screw it up. Except it’s not just that.”
     
    Harper didn’t know how to explain what he felt to be right. “I’ve always wanted a steady partner. But I always saw myself with a guy. I’m not trying to freak you out or anything with delusions of happily ever after. I mean, we barely know each other.”
    “Relax, Harper. I know what you mean.”
    No, he didn’t. Because Harper wanted to keep Dylan around. Maybe on a permanent basis. And if things worked out with Freddy the way Harper hoped they might, he thought he’d keep her too. The more Harper thought about it, the more he wanted to settle down. Have kids, get married, or at least be in a committed relationship. Though Dylan had talked about a threesome as if it were a multiheaded hydra too problematic to handle, Harper wanted to make it work.
    A man to satisfy him. A woman to soften him. Two people to round out the edges, not just one. It felt right to him. But he had a feeling rushing Dylan would be a huge mistake. So he’d use Dylan to get closer to Freddy, to feel her out, see if she could work with them the way he’d imagined.
    “So you want us to have sex with Freddy. Together.” Dylan sounded interested. A good sign.
    “And if it’s as hot as I think it will be, maybe to date her. To try things out.”
    “You, me and Freddy?” Dylan asked, skeptical.
    “At the least, we fuck. She’s had a relationship with two guys before. I’ve asked around, so I think she’ll be in to it. I’ve been dying to taste her pussy. You can’t tell me it wouldn’t be incredible to have me and her sucking and fucking you.” Harper closed a hand over Dylan’s rock-hard cock. “Or you and her kissing me? Both of us fucking her together? Ass and pussy, or mouth and pussy?” Oh yeah. Dylan was hard.
    “You have quite an imagination.” Dylan leaned close to kiss him. And when the sly doc squeezed his hand around Harper’s shaft, he slid through the wetness gathering at Harper’s slit. “But you’d split that poor girl in two. If we take her, let me inside her poor