Unwrapped

Even as a relative newcomer to this whole game, she knew he was close. He sank deep, his balls tight and firm when they slapped her ass. His strokes quickened, becoming more frantic. Sweat dotted his brow, and his muscles bulged as he fisted his hands in the pillows beside her head.

“Can’t. Have to…” He couldn’t seem to form words, and she loved that she destroyed his control.

His body battered hers, his face tightening as he reached his peak before she did. He didn’t make a sound, but he shuddered so hard she was afraid he’d break in two. Then he was thrusting deeper, so deep she couldn’t restrain a cry as her inner walls contracted over and over again.

The residual tremors from her climax had barely subsided when he shifted their positions, scooping her up and rolling over until she was on top of him. Still inside her, he flexed his semihard length, making her whimper.

“See what you do to me?” He thumbed her hair out of her eyes. “One orgasm isn’t nearly enough.”

She grinned. “For me either. Multiples always seem to work best when you and Matt are around.”

He rubbed her damp arm, not meeting her eyes. “Move back in, Caity. It’s not the same without you.”

She waited until she could be certain her voi

ce wouldn’t shake. “Technically I never really left. I just slept over at my mom’s since Sunday. All my stuff’s still here.”

“All your stuff isn’t you.”

“No.” She laid her head on his chest, closing her eyes. “What if I asked you to choose me over Matt?”

His hand stilled.

“You couldn’t, could you?” she asked quietly, understanding completely.

“No. Just like you can’t choose me over him.”

“We’ve always been a trio.”

“Glad you’re finally acknowledging that, Caity Bait.”

Somehow his using that nickname when they were naked in his bed added a layer of the forbidden to what had always been a fond, if somewhat embarrassing, memory.

With a long sigh, she wiggled away until he slid out of her body. Once he’d disposed of the condom, he returned, snuggling her into his tight embrace.

“You’re really not worried what anyone will say, are you?” she asked, drawing patterns on his shoulder with the edge of her fingernail.

“About us? No. I think most people will be jealous.”

She snorted at that. “Some people will probably think we’re immoral.”

“Those people aren’t us.” Tristan tipped her chin until their gazes were level. “Want to run away? Start over someplace new? That way we wouldn’t run into people we know every day. Eventually we could come out to our families, on our own timetable.”

Come out. She wet her lips. He made it all sound so easy. “We have a business here. A very successful one.”

“Ask me which is more important to me.” The expression he wore answered the question so succinctly she didn’t bother.

“Tell me this,” he said after a moment. “If you weren’t worried what people would say, your family in particular, would you give us a try? All three of us?”

“Yes.” She didn’t even have to consider the question. And God, wasn’t that scary. “I would. But the idea of telling my mom I’m in a committed threesome…” She couldn’t stop the shudder.

“Your problem isn’t us. It’s that you feel guilty for not being more understanding about the stuff they’ve gone through with people they loved. And you probably should.”

All at once, last Friday night at the cabin and Val’s phone call came back to her. She’d forgotten all about it in the chaos of the past week.

Instead of making an effort to talk to Val while Cait had been staying at their mom’s, she’d been too focused on her own problems. As usual.

“Shit.”