Unwrapped

“Where’s Tristan?” she asked, mainly to stall. If Matt said he’d be there, she knew he would be.

“He’s here somewhere. He got the fire and the tree going. So he’s around. Don’t you want to be ready for him?”

“If it involves an apple in my mouth, then no.”

“You’re not a pig. The gag I had in mind was soft, just a way to take away another of your senses.” Tense fingers cupped her cheek. “Unless you’d like another kind of gag entirely.”

Her heartbeat kicked into triple time at the implication. “Can we…ease into that?”

Matt stroked her hair, threading through the windblown strands with patented patience. “Of course.”

Matt didn’t mind working on TD’s books or their computers for hours, content to take his time to do things right. Tristan was the quick-tempered, impulsive one who wanted everything now, now, now. He even hated waiting through commercials.

But when it came to making big decisions, Matt often gave the appearance of acting without much forethought while Tristan waited until he was sure before leaping. Matt claimed he never did anything without considering all the angles; he just thought faster than most people.

Tristan, on the other hand, usually refused to be budged from his initial assessment. He took steadfast to a whole new level.

What a contrast the two men were. And soon they would be her lovers.

She quivered and hated herself for it. Buck up, dammit. You want this. Here’s your chance to explore. For a night. A weekend. And then you can go back to the way things were before.

Could she? Was that even an option on the table? Or by doing this, did they think she’d agreed to be the filling in their sandwich permanently?

And this wasn’t even close to any kind of a typical situation. Who lived in a permanent threesome? Threesomes were for wild weekends in Cabo.

Or, apparently, Eastlake, Wisconsin.

But this was only temporary. She had goals. Plans. A full and busy life.

And Tristan and Matthew are the cornerstones of it.

“I’m going to undress you now,” he said softly. “But it’s warm enough in here you won’t be cold. We’ll keep the fire going.”

She dug her nails into her palms and gritted her teeth. Her wild weekend was about to begin. She’d be damned if she’d be anything but a full participant.

“Here, let me help.” She pushed at the back of her boot with the opposite foot. “I can’t wait to be naked. See? I’m really excited about that.”

He laughed and helped ease off her boot. “You will be. You’re just nervous.”

“Nah. First-time jitters coupled with first-time bondage and first-time threesome. Piece of cake.”

“We’re not going to do anything you don’t want. Unless you want us to play it that way. And even so, one look into your big, beautiful blue eyes and Tristan will do whatever you want.”

“Can we tie him up?”

“Sure.” His voice took on a wicked edge as he drew off her other boot. “Think I’d like that, actually.”

She bit her lower lip. “I…want to watch you two. Together. I mean, when you know I’m there.”

“I know.” He whistled under his breath as he nudged up her skirt and saw her thigh-high leggings. They weren’t overtly sexy, just patterned tights topped with lace. But he obviously liked what he saw. “God, that’s hot.”

She wet her lips an

d stifled her tremors at his closeness to her saturated slit. In a minute, he’d see the evidence of her excitement. “It doesn’t bother you? That I want to watch you together?”

“Hell no. I intend to be doing plenty of watching myself when it comes to you and Tris. Speaking of…” He paused in the act of rolling down her tights, then hurried up and pulled her legs free. “Think I hear him outside. All hell’s about to break loose, so prepare yourself.”

“Huh?”