Unwrapped

“We can’t do it,” she said, knowing they’d argue. But she was too turned on to think of a convenient lie, if she’d even been able to pull it off anyway. “It’s not safe.”

“Unsafe means pretty sexy in my world.” Matt bit her earlobe. “Share.”

“It’s just because I fell asleep all churned up.”

“Yeah, okay. Spill it.”

She glanced up at Tristan’s gorgeous face, cast in shadows from the dim overhead light. “You were both inside me.”

“Hot damn,” Matt said, rubbing her ass, making her laugh.

“Not like that.”

Tristan’s eyebrow winged up. “Both here?” he asked, delving his fingers just inside her lower lips.

“No. No,” she said hurriedly. “Well, yeah, but not how you’re thinking. You were both moving in and out, but alternating. Like one behind me, one in front. One comes in, one goes out. And,” she swallowed, “you weren’t wearing condoms.”

“We can do that.”

“No, we really shouldn’t,” she said over her shoulder, giving Matt the perfect opportunity to sink his teeth into her lower lip. One hard tug and she gasped.

“We’ll just play. It’ll be fine. Neither of us needs to come for a while, so it’ll be just about you mostly. And you’re on the pill, right?”

She found herself nodding mutely once Matt relinquished his possession of her mouth. Then a thought occurred to her. “Why don’t either of you need to come? You didn’t in the hot tub.”

Tristan grinned at her. “We can take care of ourselves, pretty thing.”

As usual her imagination took that little tidbit and got busy. “No worries there, trust me. But I’m fine with just, you know, hanging out for a while. There are presents, right?” She craned her neck to look at the chair piled high with boxes and bags in the corner.

“Yes, there are presents.” Tristan laughed and nudged her back down. “Why don’t you let us give you a different sort of present first?” he asked, encircling his cock in his long, blunt-tipped fingers.

“Oh, but—” She broke off with a moan. Matt had dragged her leg up over both of his and was already working himself into her from behind. All that hard, rigid flesh, boring into her without anything between them. So much heat. “Oh God.”

“Hell fuck yeah,” Matt grunted, pushing in to the hilt. “You’re fucking dripping.”

A flush climbed up her throat. She opened her mouth to reply, but Tristan gripped her chin. “Don’t ever be embarrassed about that. We want you wet and open to us. Wherever, whenever. Our dirty little slut.”

She shut her eyes, sure she’d misheard him. He couldn’t have called her a slut. Not right then.

“Look at me, Caity.”

Cait’s eyes opened, already wet. As wet as the rest of her.

“You’re not a slut, whatever that even means. No judgment here. But a word doesn’t have to hold any more power than you give it.” Tristan kissed her, so softly her heart hurt. “Sometimes people say certain things in bed, crazy stuff that turns them on. You know we like dirty talk.”

“Yes. I do too. But that’s…”

Hot. At least when he says it. Why won’t you just admit it?

“If that word doesn’t work for you, I won’t say it again.”

Matt slid out of her and drove in again. “She’s our slut, and she knows it. She just gets off on acting innocent.” He sucked a finger into his mouth, then reached down and circled her rosette. “Now she’s going to beg for my finger in her ass. Aren’t you, baby?”

The dampness in her eyes evaporated as she took in Trist

an’s tender expression. He loved her. She trusted that he would never willingly hurt her. And if she was honest, if she dared to be, her clit had throbbed when he’d said that forbidden word.

“I’m yours,” she whispered, thrusting her ass back toward Matt. Right now she would be theirs. Until she couldn’t be anymore. “Your slut. And I want your finger.”