“You always wake up wet?”
“Only when a hot c**k like yours is pressed against my ass.”
“So you’re saying I’m not special?”
She laughed. “I’d say your c**k is very special to me right now.”
He kissed her back, sweeping her hair away to nibble at her neck, lightly biting her.
“Oh, I like that.” Tingles spread down her spine. She moaned as he thrust deeper and cupped her sex to rub her clit.
“What do you like? The biting or the rubbing?”
“Both.”
Desire flashed hot and fast as he moved within her, cupping one breast in his hand to play with her nipple. She reached down to rub her clit as he rocked inside her with a slow, easy rhythm that built the tension in a hurry. He knew just how and where to stroke to give her maximum pleasure. Caressing the throbbing bud only added to the need to go off. She tightened, holding still, feeling him thicken inside her as he took her right to the edge.
“I’m going to come, Teresa. Come with me.”
She increased the movements of her fingers over her clit. She was slick, wet, and she slid her fingers down to feel where they were joined.
“Ah, Christ. I like you touching me.” The sound of his voice, so husky with need, the way his c**k grew rigid as he thrust deep inside her, brought her climax shuddering through her. Pax gripped her hip and tightened his hold on her, pushing into her with one hard thrust, then burying his face against her neck as he came.
Panting, he kissed her neck and shoulder.
After Teresa caught her breath, she said, “I like waking up like this.”
Pax drew her around to face him, planting one seriously hot kiss on her. “Me, too.”
She gazed up at eyes that a woman could spend all day admiring. “You keep looking at me like that, we’ll never get out of this bed.”
He grinned. “Is that a bad thing?”
“You two going to spend the entire day in bed? I’m hungry.”
Teresa’s head shot up to see AJ. “Where’ve you been?”
“While you two were sleeping like the dead, I took a ride down to Main Street to see what was going on.”
“Anything?” she asked, sitting up.
“No Fists, if that’s what you’re asking. Now, get up, Pax. I’m starving to death.”
Pax rolled over and got out of bed to head to the bathroom, shaking his head at AJ as he walked by. “What, are you incapable of fixing breakfast?”
AJ climbed onto the bed and kissed Teresa, drawing her against him. “You’re the chef,” he said to Pax. “I’m just the recipient of your masterpieces. I made coffee. Isn’t that good enough?”
“Yeah, yeah,” Pax said from the bathroom. He came out and leaned against the doorway. “I think I want eggs, bacon and pancakes this morning.” He looked over to the shades. “Or should I say, this afternoon. How do y’all feel about that?”
Teresa’s stomach growled. “I think I’m starving. I’ll get dressed and come help you.”
“Not if I convince her to stay in bed with me,” AJ said, drawing her head to his chest.
Pax laughed. “I’ll go start breakfast.”
He left the room and AJ rolled over on top of Teresa, kissing her until she lost her train of thought. Is this what it would be like to share a life with these men? One making love to her and then other taking his place?
As AJ worshipped her mouth with his lips and tongue, she thought that wouldn’t be a bad thing at all. She’d never felt so cared for.
“Come on,” he said, rolling off the bed and holding his hand out. “Time to get up and get something to eat.”
She let him help her up. “I’ll get dressed and meet you in the kitchen.”
AFTER BREAKFAST—OR BRUNCH—THEY ALL SAT OUTSIDE AND drank coffee. Teresa studied Pax and AJ, who seemed to always get along so well. She wondered how each of them felt about her being alone with the other. AJ hadn’t seemed surprised or upset to find her in bed with Pax this morning, and it had been quite obvious what the two of them had been doing. Yet AJ didn’t seem jealous.
She didn’t know whether she should be offended by that or relieved.
“Uh-oh,” Pax said.
“What?” AJ asked.
“She’s thinking. I can tell.”
“How can you tell?” Teresa asked.
Pax dipped his finger between her brows. “You get this little crinkle right here when you’re deep in thought.”
She’d dated a lot of guys in her lifetime and not one had ever noticed that. “Is that so?”
“Yeah. So what’s got you thinking?”
“Actually, I was pondering some things about you two.”
“Oh shit.” AJ looked to Pax, then back at her. “What did we do?”
Teresa laughed. “It’s not bad. I’m just . . . curious.”
“About?”
“This threesome thing.”
AJ leaned over, wrapped his fingers around the back of her neck and drew her close for a kiss. She shuddered out a breath when he let her go.
“I would have thought last night might have answered at least a few of your questions.”
“Oh, it did,” she said, picking up her coffee and taking a sip. “A few, anyway.”
“But not all,” Pax said. “So ask.”
Teresa looked to AJ and swallowed hard. This needed to be said, the questions had to be asked because she had to know where things stood. “Pax and I had just had sex when you walked into the bedroom.”
AJ nodded. “Yeah. So?”
“Didn’t that bother you?”
“No. Why should it? Pax walked in on you and me having some fun before. It didn’t bother Pax.”
“Nope,” Pax said. “It doesn’t work that way, Teresa. We’re not territorial.”
She pursed her lips, not wanting to say what thought had popped into her head. It was stupid, really.
“You think it doesn’t bother us because we don’t care.”
Her gaze slid to Pax, wondering how he’d gotten so good at mind reading. “Yes.”
“It’s not like that at all. We don’t treat women like something we own. We want them to have a good time when they’re with us. If we didn’t care, we’d f**k ’em and forget ’em. We don’t do that. When we’re with a woman we want her to feel special.”