Unwrapped

Matt laid a hand on Tristan’s back. “Easy, man. Bruising her into wanting this isn’t going to change her mind.”

“I’m not bruising her yet. But I just might.” Tristan’s eyes glowed in the firelight. “Did you really think we’d take your virginity and let you go?”

She lifted her chin. “It’s not really your choice, now is it? You’re only able to control me as long as I let you. As long as I give you the power.”

“You want to give us power? That means you’re probably going to end up with me in your pussy and him in your ass. Fucking you until you can’t walk. Until you can’t even crawl from here. Is that what you want, Caity? Just say the word.”

Matt moved to her other side, and she could tell from the way he was crowding in close he was finished trying to hold Tristan back. Tristan was a gentle giant most of the time, but when he got pissed, watch the hell out.

And Tris was pissed now, his body tight and tense with fury even as he caressed her jaw. “Tell us one more time you’re playing with us and watch what happens.”

She cast her gaze away. He always scared her when he got like this, but some part of her acknowledged the primal thrill his words caused. They’d throw her to the bed and fuck her, like animals. And she wouldn’t be able to think about after, because now would take all her attention.

“I’m just trying to be realistic,” she murmured.

Matt drew his fingertip down her neck, triggering a shiver she couldn't have suppressed if she’d tried. “If you’re willing to give this up, we can't stop you,” he said quietly, steel lining his words. “Maybe you think you can find this with someone else. Someone more appropriate.”

She gritted her teeth. “The problem isn’t someone. It’s the someones. I graduated from high school and college early. I avoided sex as much as possible so I wouldn’t be deterred from my goals. So I wouldn’t get all messed up emotionally—” She blew out a breath. “I’m not looking for some big love affair with two guys.”

I can’t handle it. It’s just too much to even consider. Too huge and scary.

“So make it simple and choose one of us. Easy enough, right? You can do that.”

Matt leaned in to nuzzle her neck, his mouth soft and wet and arousing. It wasn’t just that he knew how to kiss. Lots of men did. That wouldn't have provoked her to such desperation.

It was that he knew all of her, even the warts she’d done her best to disguise. The sides of her nature she’d tried to hide away like dirty laundry at the back of the closet.

And he still loved her. Still wanted her.

They both did. At least right now. Whether or not that would be true after this weekend, she didn’t know.

With that eerie synchronism they had, Tristan knelt in front of her and picked up where Matt left off, his broad palms enveloping her breasts while he kissed her with more passion than she'd ever dreamed of wanting. His warm lips drifted to her cheeks, her jaw, the curve of her throat. He added a hint of teeth, and she dug her nails into her hands as she arched up to meet his mouth. And his fingers as they plucked and circled the tight tips of her breasts.

Then he eased back, breathing hard. “So choose.”

Cait closed her burning eyes. Dammit, why were they doing this to her?

“You chose each other, didn’t you?” The defensiveness came to hand easier than she’d expected. “So why couldn’t I choose too?”

Even as she asked the question, the truth taunted her. She couldn't choose between them. It was like picking her left leg over her right. They were an intrinsic, vital part of her.

The best part.

“We didn’t plan to hop into bed. But the night we did, you were at Gary’s, and we both knew what that could mean,” Tristan said quietly. “You fell so quick for him.”

“Hell of a consolation prize, huh?” she said under her breath. He didn’t seem to hear her.

“I never thought you’d really be into this. I hoped,” Tristan murmured, caressing her shoulder, “but I didn’t believe it, deep down. And Matt got it. He understood. But if you think you weren’t in that bed with us every time we were together, you’re fucking stupid. And you’re not, so don’t play games with us. Not about this.”

“You haven’t thought this all out. You couldn’t have. It’s not as simple as ‘hey, we’re in love!’”

“Why the hell not?”

Cait glanced at Matt, noting he’d gone sullen and silent. For what reason she didn’t know, but he clearly wouldn’t be any help.

“It’s not that simple,” she said, wondering why she was the only one who got that. Though she couldn’t say for sure what side of the fence Matt stood on, Tristan had abandoned all sense in favor of some sort of twisted ménage fairy tale. “We have a business. A respectable business. What will people

say if we’re shacked up together?”