As soon as he set Caroline down, there were two sets of hands on him, undressing him, and Sam's blood rushed southward so fast his vision blurred. He heard or thought he remembered hearing Bo saying that he should get on the bed. But he remembered Caroline had wanted the bed, too, distantly, over the thrumming of his blood in his ears.

"Bed," Sam agreed, voice hoarse with hunger, pleasure, and hot breath drying his mouth and throat. Agreed, or maybe command, or maybe pleaded.

And then he made a step toward the bed, and another, half-dragging the women with him, when he remembered something someone described once. "Daisy chain?" All oral, and let Bo have Caroline without Caroline having to do anything that made her uncomfortable.