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The three of you weren’t especially close—just connected by mutual friends and a last-minute invite.

“Last-minute” explained why you ended up stuck between Colby and Sam on the way to a weekend getaway. A couple nights at a city hotel, some rooftop drinks, nothing heavy. Just a blur of group laughter and shared rides and expensive cocktails.

But you noticed it early.

The way neither of them really looked at you.

Colby, all charm and casual detachment, treated you like you were just another friend-of-a-friend. Polite smiles. The occasional nod when you said something. Sam didn’t even offer that much—quiet, brooding. Eyes on his phone more than on the room.

And yet, you couldn’t stop thinking about them. The way Colby’s fingers wrapped around his glass. The deep sound of Sam’s laugh when someone finally got him to talk.

You dressed for dinner that night with care. Nothing too obvious. Just enough leg to make someone look twice. You caught your reflection before heading out and whispered, “Try to ignore this.”

Dinner was loud. The table was big, and you were far enough from Colby and Sam to only catch pieces of conversation. It didn’t matter. You felt their energy—close, but not yours.

Until after.

Everyone split up once the check was paid. Some went to the bar. A few to the pool. You lingered by the elevators, deciding. That’s when Colby appeared behind you, voice low.

“You heading back up?”

You turned. “Yeah.”

He looked over your shoulder, and when you followed his gaze, you saw Sam leaning against the far wall, watching.

“He’s not as quiet as he pretends to be,” Colby said.

You blinked. “Is he being  like that to get my attention?”

Colby gave a short smile. “That’s his way of seeing who makes the first move.”

You stepped into the elevator. He followed. So did Sam.

Back in the room, things were quiet. You kicked your shoes off and grabbed a bottle of water. The guys barely glanced your way.

Colby stretched out on the couch, phone in hand. Sam disappeared into the bathroom. You stood there, lips slightly parted, hands at your sides.

Nothing.

Fine.

You wandered out to the small balcony, the air warm and buzzing with city noise. You leaned on the rail, staring out, letting the wind kiss your thighs where your dress hit mid-leg.

Behind you, the sliding door opened. Closed.

You didn’t turn.

But you knew it was Sam. Quiet. Heavy steps.

You waited.

Then, finally: “You looked good tonight.”

The words hit harder than they should have. You were ready for him to make that move now.

You smiled, still looking out. “Took you long enough to say something.”

He stood behind you, not quite touching. His voice was closer. “I noticed you the second you walked in.”

Your breath caught, just for a second. “Didn’t seem like it.”

“I was trying not to.”

You turned your head slightly. “Why?”

“Because Colby already did.”

You finally turned to face him. “He hasn’t said a word.”

Sam’s jaw flexed. “He’s watching now.”

You looked past Sam, through the glass.

Colby was inside, sitting up, eyes locked on the two of you. Not hiding it. Not pretending.

Watching.

It happened slowly.

A step closer.

Sam’s hand grazing your waist. His eyes flicking down to your mouth.

You could’ve pulled away. You could’ve walked back in and gone to sleep like nothing was happening.

Instead, you whispered, “What do you want from me?”

Sam didn’t answer. His eyes darkened, there was something there you couldn’t read, and before you could even register what was happening, his lips were on yours—hard, urgent. The kiss was as if he had been waiting for you to ask, for you to let him in. His hands found your back, pulling you closer.

You could feel his breath against your skin, his chest rising and falling with the intensity of the moment. And you knew, without a doubt, this was only the beginning.

The kiss was slow, but the heat was building. Testing. His hands didn’t grope—they just held, firm and certain.

You felt the sliding door open again, but this time, you didn’t break apart.

Colby’s voice was calm, amused. “I thought you were gonna keep pretending.”

Sam’s lips left yours, breath warm on your skin. “I was. But she makes that impossible.”

You turned, your back against Sam now. Colby stood in the doorway, shadows cutting across his face. He looked at you like he’d just started really seeing you.

“You gonna let him have you all to himself?” he asked, standing over you, looking you up and down with a lustful glint in his eye.

Your breath hitched. “Would you just watch?”. You wanted to tease Colby, make him wait his turn.

“Maybe,” he said. “Or maybe I’d get too jealous to sit still.”

You ended up back inside, with Colby seated across the room like he was judging a performance he couldn’t look away from. He didn’t touch. Didn’t speak. Just watched as Sam laid you down. 

Every moan you gave, Colby’s jaw clenched a little harder. His gaze was intense, attention on you as yours was on the man between your thighs. Your heartbeat raced.

Sam’s touch was steady and precise, each slow, deliberate movement pushing you further into pleasure. His hands moved along your body, gripping you, positioning you how he wanted, and you couldn’t help but respond, your body arching towards him as you gave in to every inch he gave. With every stroke, every deep thrust, you felt your world narrowing to the two of you, the tension between your bodies building.

You met Colby’s gaze more than once. His stare didn’t falter, and you could feel the heat of it, but Sam didn’t stop, his lips now at your neck, pressing hot kisses against your skin, urging you to keep going, to keep moving. The room seemed to close in around you, the air thick with anticipation.

When you came, your body tensed, a gasp escaping your lips as the waves of pleasure hit. You held on to Sam, your fingers digging into his skin as you let go. Sam stayed close, his breath quick as he leaned back against the headboard, chest rising and falling. You curled beside him, still catching your breath, but your gaze wandered back to Colby. He hadn’t moved. He was still sitting there, watching, his eyes never leaving you.

“You good?” you asked, voice husky.

Colby’s eyes didn’t leave yours. “I haven’t even touched you yet.”

You smirked, lips brushing Sam’s shoulder as you looked at Colby again.