Trouble Travels in Threes (Trouble, Tennessee 3)

Chapter Fourteen

“Mac told Harley and Allister everything.” Draegan had stepped outside long enough to make a call, hoping he’d have a chance to rejoin his brothers and explain things. “The truth had been a long time coming. Mac said they understood. Either way, I’m glad they now know everything.” Draegan placed his cell phone on Serena’s kitchen counter along with his keys and his wallet.

“You said you were trying to protect them.” Serena looked at him with eyes full of questions and one day, maybe he’d answer the ones that mattered. For now, he was tired and longed for sleep.

“We’ll talk later,” he said, taking her hand and leading her across the kitchen. Before he disappeared inside her small bedroom, he turned to Bane. “Mac told me something else when I talked to him. Apparently, you’re a stand-up guy. From what I hear, this little lady offered you something pretty special and you declined.”

Bane gave her a heated look before he pushed away from the table and went to the counter where Draegan had left his belongings. As if emptying his pockets proved symbolic, too, Bane also left his wallet, keys, gun, and badge right next to Draegan’s things.

“You and I? We’re not all that different, McCall.”

“We’re different all right,” Draegan said, scooping Serena into his arms and carrying her cradle-style. “The only similarity we share is we happen to love the same woman.”

“That we do,” Bane agreed, following them to the bedroom.

The first thing Draegan noticed was the nightstand. Lubes and condoms were there. His heart clenched as he considered what he might have missed.

“Before you get any ideas, we didn’t fuck,” Serena said, curving her arm around his neck and pulling his face to hers. “I wanted to. Bane wouldn’t.”

“You’re getting spanked for that.”

Bane laughed. “Maybe I should spank her for giving you head in a public parking lot.”

“Maybe you should,” he said, smiling down at her. “You might as well get naked.”

“Bottoms up,” Bane added, unbuttoning his shirt.

Draegan lowered her to the bed. Placing his palm against her stomach, he pinched her shirt, dragging it up her body inch by inch, loving the fiery look of lust in her eyes, the way she gasped when he lifted the garment right above her bare pussy.

“Mercy hell.” Her sweet scent drove him crazy and he was lost from that moment on.

Undressing then, he never looked away from her, never took his eyes off her fiery eyes, even though he was very much aware of what he planned to do the second his cock was free of his clothing. He’d waited long enough. As far as he was concerned, the damn waiting was nearly a year of foreplay.

Now, Bane was there too, and either he went first or he followed suit. Draegan had never been much of a follower.

Bane approached the bed, still wearing his underwear.

“Spread your legs,” Draegan said, stepping out of his.

Serena blushed. “Do you want me to take off my shirt?”

“No.” Draegan wanted to save the best for last.

Bane lifted her nightshirt over one breast and then the other.

Damn. The bastard had to go and ruin everything.

Draegan pressed his thumb to her clit, watching as her eyelashes fluttered, her eyes lowered. If they’d been at his house, he would’ve made love to her on his big bed, making sure he positioned her in front of the mirrors so she could witness everything and watch it all.

Instead, he would take her there with no complaints. Soon, however, the naughty vixen would enjoy watching him—them—love her.

“Make love to me, Draegan,” she pleaded, cupping her breasts and giving Bane a seductive look as well.

Bane buried his face in her breasts and Draegan eased his way over to the bedside table. Suiting up to play, Draegan was horny as hell as he watched Bane manipulate her lust, fingering her clit while flicking one nipple with his tongue, the other with his fingers.

Draegan returned to bed and straddled her leg. Leaning forward, he stuffed two fingers inside her wet pussy, thrusting in and out in quick motions. He didn’t want to be her easy lover then. He was hungry for her, dying to take her, itching to claim her.

He turned to Bane then and it was then when he realized he could be a fair man, a man who shared equally and willingly.