Taken by Two

By: Sam J. D. Hunt

I wiped the tears away with the back of my hand. In the same script as the word Trust, Penelope and Nathaniel were intertwined with the Roman numeral for three. “It’s beautiful, thank you.” He walked toward us. “You’re so damn sappy—I’ll be bitching tomorrow about how badly it itches—such fucking long names.” Nate pulled me up from my stool and we fell into Rex, who gave an overly dramatic, “Ow!” as we selfishly examined the fresh tattoo.

“Thank you,” Nate whispered, his fingers tracing the letters of his name as Rex winced.

I placed a palm on each man’s cheek. “You two complete me,” I said, the words cliché, but I meant them. Nate’s lips fell onto mine, the comforting embrace of Rex’s arms wrapped around us both. Nate and I broke our kiss when Rex spoke. “I love you both more than life,” he said as his deep blue eyes misted over.

Rex leaned in, lowering his quivering lips to mine. I loved him so much at that moment that I could barely focus. He kissed me, warm and loving, for what felt like forever—I never wanted his lips to leave mine. When we parted, he gave me a warm smile before turning his loving gaze to Nate. Despite the sexual closeness they’d discovered, Rex had yet to kiss Nate the way he kissed me. I expected him to maybe say something to Nate, possibly give him a hair ruffle or a peck on the forehead, but what happened next caused tears to pour down my cheeks. Rex kissed him—long, intimate, and without reserve. Kissing both men was spiritual for me, but seeing them kiss each other—hard jaws, scruffy five-o-clock shadows, strong lips melding together bound us as three in ways I could never have imagined.

After the kiss, Rex held up left his hand, three fingers splayed out at us. “Three,” he said. “We are three. I love you both.”

I reached up three fingers and held them to Rex’s. “Three, I love you both,” I repeated.

Nate gulped hard before holding up three fingers from his left hand to ours and repeated the words that I knew would become an oath between us for the rest of our lives—“Three, I love you both.” A joyous tear slid down my cheek as nine fingers intertwined in an unbreakable bond that exists to this day. Love finds a way to thrive—defying all labels, crashing through all boundaries, forgiving and mending the pain of the past.

We are three, and we love each other. Nothing else matters—we have found our own version of true love, and for the three of us, it’s perfect.

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Thank you to my loving family for giving me the time and space to write this novel as quickly as it flowed out. Rex, Nate, and Penny absorbed me, and I’ll always be grateful for their patience. Thanks also to the core group of ladies who tirelessly promote my work for free; Hunts’ Hustlers, led by Ashley Carr and Missy Harton, and including Jenny Shepherd, Jessica Cecconi, Kelly Mallett, Laura Frasher, Melissa Aguirre, Reva Coomer, and Tina England, who also beta read for me for this book and provided valuable feedback early in the process, as did Daphne Caldwell.

To my last-minute volunteer editors for giving the book a final once-over, Kelly Mallett and Missy Borucki. Thank you to Laura Frasher, for fielding the book world as my loyal right-hand for so long. I’d also like to thank my ARC readers and the fabulous blogs who support indie writing, and especially erotica. Without the support of my fan group, Hunt’s Hideaway, it would have been a lonely year—I’m so happy to know each of you. Last, but not least, to my readers who have continued to support me as I tell wild stories and strive to improve my craft and find my voice.

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