Unwrapped

“Home?” Cait’s expression clouded. “Why?”

Matt looked at the two of them, really looked, and knew he couldn’t intrude on their protective bubble just yet. He needed this night with them so badly. What that made him, he didn’t know. Horny. Desperate. Maybe just stupid. But who the hell could blame him for staring into Cait’s gorgeous blue eyes and Tristan’s equally sexy green ones and wanting to move heaven and earth to keep them in his life just a while longer?

And not just in his life. Naked. Vulnerable. Totally his, for as long as it lasted.

“Somebody forgot Cait’s presents,” he

said lightly, resting his hand on his fly. Dumb to need to be asked to the party after all they’d done together, but there it was. He wouldn’t join them unless they invited him.

“You get shy all of a sudden?” Tristan said, his gaze dropping pointedly. “And why the hell aren’t you in this tub yet?”

One out of two.

Cait cocked her head, her wet hair streaming over her shoulders and dipping into her huge, trusting eyes. Later he was sure the wariness and nerves would return. Now all he could read in her gaze was excitement and hunger. “We missed you,” she added huskily, her sensual voice caressing every word. “Don’t you want to come play?”

Matt flipped open the button of his jeans and dragged down the zipper. “Hell yeah I want to play. Though I bet you’ve been playing plenty without me.”

“We tried another new position.” She laughed and stroked Tristan’s chest. “Well, new for me since I’m pretty sure he’s done it plenty.”

“Which one is that?” Matt shed his jeans and boxers, wincing a little at how eagerly his cock stretched up his abs. Fucking A, he was hard. Already. No one had even touched him yet. “Been working your way through the Kama Sutra?”

“Too impatient for tantric sex. Maybe in a few years when I’ve made up for lost time.” She shifted in Tristan’s arms, rising up so that her puckered pink nipples floated just above the surface of the bubbles. “Nope, we tried the kitchen table. Me bending over it, that is. It was just the right height.” She shot Tristan a grin. “Then we had lunch.”

Matt sat on the side of the tub. “Where else did you two desecrate my house?”

“That’s it. We stayed in bed most of the day, but we just talked mostly. Oh, and watched cable.”

“Porn?”

“No, a bunch of home reno shows.” She giggled, and for the first time, Matt saw the bottle of champagne on the floor next to the tub. No wonder she was so loose.

“You got her drunk, huh?” Matt shook his head and trailed a hand through the fragrant bubbles until he could wrap his fingers around her shapely calf.

“Only had a glass or two.”

“Or half the bottle,” Tristan said dryly, coiling her hair around his finger. “But who’s counting?”

“It’s my birthday. Almost. And my present’s to get drunk and fuck my two favorite boys.” She sidled forward and rose out of the water to throw an arm around Matt’s neck. She pulled hard enough to drag him into the tub, splashing a ton of water onto the floor.

“Jesus, Cait. Yeah, she’s drunk,” Matt said, fisting a handful of her hair to right himself once he’d landed in the soapy water.

“Oops.” She laughed and wrapped herself around him, settling her warm, wet body between his legs. “Missed you,” she said again, kissing him with the same strength she’d used to pull him into the hot tub. “Did you miss us?”

Her tongue speared into his mouth, and he groaned as he responded. He enfolded her in his arms and sucked on her flesh, enjoying the taste of the champagne and the chocolate that flavored her kisses. “What’ve you been eating?” he asked when he had to draw away to breathe.

“More chocolate cake. We polished off half of it.” Her eyes closed on a dreamy sigh, and Matt took the opportunity to glance at his best friend.

With a smile, Tristan stretched his arms along the side of the tub. His troubled eyes belied his lazy pose. That he’d barely spoken since Matt had arrived said everything.

Normally Tristan was talkative, unless he was unhappy. Despite how he’d been this weekend, he wasn’t unhappy much. The guy usually fought to see the rainbow in every damn cloud. Even after his little sister had died, he’d done his best not to fall into the murk that could’ve swallowed him so easily.

“You okay?” he asked in a low voice, nudging Tristan’s leg with his foot.

“Sure.” Instead of continuing that line of conversation, Tristan scooted forward in the water to encircle Cait’s waist in his arms, drawing her back against his chest. “Except I don’t like sharing.”

“Oh no? Since when?” Matt shifted his legs until they were outside Tristan’s and moved forward until Cait was completely surrounded. “This one doesn’t mind being shared, do you?”

She gave him a sexy smile and picked up his hand, tugging it between her legs. Who was he to argue?