She snickered at him. “You both know exactly what turns me on.”
She kissed Vin. Then Rogen.
They rinsed and toweled dry. Vin helped her into the bedroom, because she was apparently still limp and languid. She fell into the big bed, moved into the middle of the mattress, and slipped under the covers.
She asked, “You’re both joining me, right?”
Vin slid a glance toward Rogen. Crooked a brow. “You can keep your hands off my dick?”
Rogen smirked. “It’ll take some willpower, I’m sure.”
Vin laughed. He climbed in next to Jewel. Rogen took the other side. She snuggled close to Vin and rested her head on his shoulder. Rogen spooned her from behind.
“Ahhh,” she said on a sigh. “Bliss.”
Vin’s fingers lightly stroked her cheek. Her hair was still damp and the loose curls spilled over his skin, teasing his senses with the floral scent and the wispy strands. Her hand pressed against his abs. Her other arm was twined with his at Vin’s side.
He breathed her in. Absorbed her nearness, her soft curves, her warm breaths.
The entire discussion on the plane over what had happened between them ten years ago still weighed heavy on his mind, mostly because Vin wasn’t a man full of regrets. He made decisions. Saw them through. Took full accountability for the outcome.
Yet what had transpired between him and Jewel long ago—and Rogen, inadvertently—left Vin with much remorse.
And some burning questions. Such as, if he’d not been so quick tempered, would things with her had turned out differently?
He couldn’t say for sure, particularly because Rogen was currently wrapped around her backside. Even if Vin and Jewel had made it all work with college and beyond … what if Rogen had strolled back into their lives? What if Vin and Jewel had married and Rogen had suddenly shown up on their doorstep?
Would they have ended up in this exact same situation?
Because Jewel really couldn’t choose?
Because he and Rogen really couldn’t let her go?
Vin closed his eyes. Tried not to obsess over it all for now.
What was the point, anyway? None of them were at the right juncture to resolve the past. Maybe someday. After this trip. After Jewel and Rogen got their property.
Maybe then they could all sit down and figure this out.
Maybe.
* * *
Vin was just shifting from that state of deep sleep to grogginess when he heard Jewel moan.
Low. Throaty. Sexy.
Seconds later her fingers coiled around the base of his erect cock. She pumped slowly as her soft, enthralling whimpers teased his ears and his senses.
Rogen was making love to her.
Vin’s eyelids drifted open. Jewel was still lying mostly on him and her body rocked gently against his.
She released him for brief seconds, licked her palm, and then slid her slick hand over the head of his cock. Rubbing enticingly.
Vin’s hand covered hers and he increased the pressure. Made her slip quickly along his shaft. Up and down. More blood rushed to his dick. She continued to moan. The sound spiked his adrenaline, thickened his cock.
Her warm lips skimmed over his pecs. Her tongue flicked his nipple. Then she suckled the bud, gently nipped.