Unwrapped

Immoral, wrong, crazy. Any or all adjectives might apply. But she wanted to be part of them, and not just for a weekend. When they came back here, she needed to tell them that.

No. Dear God, what was she thinking? This was a fantasy. Not real life. It couldn’t be.

Cait’s eyes flew open, her gaze immediately drifting to the screen. With the sex over, the three of them sprawled together in a heap. Tristan’s big hand cupped her head, Matt’s lips brushed her neck, and the two men’s fingers linked loosely over her belly. That sight more than any other made her want to curl into herself and sob in a way she hadn’t let herself in years.

“You wanted this. Now you’re going to get it.”

Though she knew she needed to turn the thing off, she started the movie over. She’d watch it just one more time, then banish it to the basement of her memories.

Her cell trilled, and she fumbled for it, glad they’d left her phone close by just in case. She knocked the remote off the bed in her haste to snatch her cell and cursed. No point in even trying to reach it. She’d have to keep her call short and sweet so the caller didn’t hear more than they wanted to.

She glanced at the caller ID and grimaced. Val. Perfect. “Hey, sweets. Kind of late for you to call. What’s up?”

“It’s only eleven. And it’s Friday night.”

Time had ceased to mean much to her, other than how many orgasms she hadn’t been allowed to have. She’d been sure her deprivation had lasted hours and hours, but it obviously hadn’t been as long as she’d believed. “Oh, I don’t have my watch on. So what’s up?”

Val started to reply, then broke off as Cait’s own moan shattered the stillness. No wonder. On-screen Cait was being thoroughly devoured.

Just the knowledge of what part was playing made her core clench. She closed her eyes. Don’t even look.

“What was that?”

“Nothing. Just, uh, a dog. Outside.”

“Is he starving or something? He sounds like he’s in pain.”

Oh, he was. Trust me. Wincing, Cait hurriedly started talking to fill the silence. “I bet it’s a zoo there. Lots going on this time of year. Don’t hear the kids in the background. Did Marn and Ginny get them to bed on time for once?”

“Um, yeah. It’s heading toward midnight. They don’t stay up that late.”

“Right. So what’s new?”

“Are

you okay? You sound funny. And what’s up with the reception?”

Normally she’d walk around if her connection wasn’t good, but the best she could do now was sort of flop on her side. Didn’t help. “Ah, well, I sort of have a headache. A bad one. Really bad.” The moans and groans grew louder. “Actually, I think I might puke. Soon.”

“Oh.” Even through the gruntlicious cacophony, Cait didn’t miss her sister’s disappointment and felt like a heel. A horny heel to boot. “We can talk later, I guess.”

“I’ll call you soon. I promise.”

“Sure.” Val clicked off before Cait could say any more.

Terrific. Something big was happening with Val, and instead of being there for her when she reached out, Cait had turned her away. Some sister she was.

Some lover.

She pressed her cheek against the pillow. The tears started again, thicker and harder than before.

When the guys returned a little while later, she was lying in the dark with her face soaked and her eyes swollen to the point that the light they flicked on made her groan. Matt led the way, his arms laden with food. An easy grin split his handsome face.

When he saw her, he almost dropped the bags.

“Cait? What’s wrong?” he demanded, setting aside the food on the small dresser near the door. He rushed into the room and untied her ankles, gathering her up in his arms as a parent would with a child. “Tell me.”

She said nothing.