I nodded subtly.
“It was when I sank my fingers inside your tight heat and you rode them just as hard as when I followed with my cock.”
I didn’t gasp, I couldn’t, because air refused to come to me. My heart sped up, my mind pulling up every vivid moment of that night I was with Jack. How he felt. His touch.
He sat back, clutching his mug in a single hand and resting his elbow on his bent knee. He was sinful when he was dominantly cocky.
“Well, now that you’re done dishing secrets like a schoolgirl,” Cal said, “I need a warmer. Would you be so kind?” He held out his mug to Jack, who eyed it like a rodent. Clearly he didn’t want to go anywhere, but he grabbed Cal’s cup and headed into the kitchen.
Cal’s blue eyes landed on me and there was something dangerous and consuming in them. I knew that look. I’d been on the receiving end of it several times before and it usually happened right before he made me come.
“I’m not entirely deaf,” he said. He leaned in, face so close to mine I could lick my own lips and taste his in the process. “I heard your hips mentioned?”
His tone was deadly, and I didn’t know if I should say anything or not. But, the truth was, yes, Jack had mentioned something along those lines.
“If you’re taking a trip down memory lane, then I’d like to toss one out for your consideration.” He glanced at my mouth and grinned when he saw me bite my lip. “I think of your sexy little hips frequently. Especially the way you rock them while riding my tongue.”
My entire chest filled with lust so thick it was like concrete had been poured in my lungs. It was easy to remember how Cal had made me crazed with passion, then pulled me up to straddle his face, and just thinking of that masterful tongue of his had me tucking my legs beneath me and trying not to squirm at the recollection.
“Do you have any idea how sweet and ripe you taste?” Cal kept going. “Every part of you is delectable. Those pretty nipples of yours are particularly addicting.”
Jack walked back into the room and I struggled to exhale.
He handed Cal his cup, then took his seat again. I used the space to regain my composure.
“I think you both have interpreted enough,” I said, then took a long swig of cocoa.
“You sure?” Jack asked with mock concern. “Because I was just trying to be thorough, since you don’t want to answer the questions thoroughly yourself.”
“For the sake of this thoroughness, I can keep going too,” Cal said, and tossed a casual wink at me.
“Next question,” I said, as sternly as I could. The slight buzz of the vodka helping and also making my body pulse in a way that was difficult to manage. Or it was Cal and Jack’s wicked words and deep stares.
“Sticking on this touching topic,” Cal started. “Do you miss touching me?”
That, I wasn’t ready for. Part of me wanted to be honest. Wanted to think for a moment that somehow this would help me purge them from my system. Talking through everything would somehow make this idea of moving away from them easier.
Or it could be a heavy dose of denial. Because I wasn’t moving. I was sitting. Stunned and wet and overheated. And, damn them both, I wanted to reach out. For them. For those memories they just threw between us. They were so vivid and heavy that I thought reaching out and grabbing them was actually possible. Holding on to those would be the only thing I could hold on to once this was all over…
I hated the thought, but that was reality. It was best. And it would happen. So, for now, I was on the stand, answering their questions.
“Yes,” I said and looked at Cal. “I miss touching you.” I glanced at my hands in my lap before meeting Jack’s face. “And I miss touching you.”
“Explain,” Jack said quickly and firmly.
I parted my lips to say no, but when he lifted his chin, like he was expecting—maybe even hoping—for just that, I thought twice. If I didn’t give some details, each of them would fill in the blanks for me. And only add to the growing need I had for both of them. It was time to take some power back. Find my strength and control in a way I’d learned from the two men before me.
“There are lots of things I miss,” I said with the silkiest voice I could muster and crawled toward Cal. I felt Jack’s eyes on my every move, so I went slowly. “Like right here.” I reached out and trailed my fingertip along Cal’s tattooed bicep. His muscle strained and jumped against my touch. “You flexed whenever I ran my tongue along your ink,” I said, looking up into those endless pools of blue.
I gently kissed his bulging muscle and his whole body shot hard with tension. He was trying not to touch me back. Serves him right for the crap he pulled, recounting intimate moments a
nd getting me hot and bothered. “But, my favorite thing…” I whispered, lips never leaving his arm, “was when I…” I bit the hard muscle, and he hissed.
I backed away and smiled.
Cal growled and looked ready to jump on me and rip the clothes from my body.
“Sheathing the claws but bringing out the teeth,” he said with a hungry expression. He liked it when my rougher side came out, and yes, I missed it. Missed him. Missed the way his entire body reacted to me. Like it was doing now. And my whole being was begging to keep going. To reach out and taste—bite—some more.