Matt’s brows shot up. “Wow. Oh…wow.”
“Your powers of conversational persuasion are especially stunning tonight.” She rolled her eyes. “Look, I just wanted you to know that he’s got it all planned out, long-term. I mean, I know we are long-term and committed and all. But he’s already thinking long-range.”
“Yeah, well, it’s Tris. He would. Actually it makes sense.” He squeezed her fingers. “I think it’d be one hell of a rush seeing you with a baby inside you. Our baby.”
Now she was the one to swallow hard. “This is hypothetical, right?”
“Completely.” He framed her face between his palms and met her eyes. Everything inside her slid into place, key into lock. Then he lowered his head and took her mouth in a kiss that felt more like oral fucking than it did an easy mating of lips and tongues. He groaned and rubbed his erection against her belly. “I miss that sweet pussy,” he said in an undertone, sliding his rough palm up her inner thigh.
“That pussy?” she tossed back, already breathless. His fingers flexed inches from where she needed pressure most.
“Yours. On my mouth. Around my cock. Around his cock, creaming while I watch.” He stroked his thumb over her damp lower lip. “I’m just not sure he’s ready,” he murmured.
Shocked Matt had actually shared something without turning it into a joke, she tamped down on her rampant lust. “His father hurt him.”
“His mother too. Neither of them have returned his calls.”
“So he can’t reach out to us? I thought we were together.”
He shrugged. “You know how he is. If he can’t solve something, he doesn’t talk about it. He never does.”
“Yeah, and you’re such an open book.”
He gave her a quick smile. “Nah. But you read me like one.”
“We need to figure this out. I don’t think Tris is just upset about his folks. There’s more to it. That’s why I wondered…” She blew out a breath. “I wasn’t sure if you’d decided you liked two better than three and didn’t know how to tell me.”
“You’re kidding me, right? You really think we would’ve gone through all this just to go back to the way things were? No fucking way.” He gripped her ass and hauled her closer, kissing her neck while he dug his hard cock into her belly. “You’re ours. Every bit of you belongs to us, to do with as we wish. Anything we wish,” he added directly into her ear.
Almost involuntarily, she rocked her hips to feel more of his erection. “Lots of talk on that score. Haven’t seen much action.”
He eased away to look down at her. “Red flag, bull. Not a good idea if you’re not ready to back that up.”
Since his hands still cupped her ass, she pressed down into his palms. “Oh, I’m ready. More than.”
Matt moved so fast she had to laugh. But instead of spiriting her away to the bedroom, he grabbed his cell off the desk. “Let me call dickhead and get him back here.”
A smile curved her lips. It was sweet, really, that he wouldn’t touch her without Tristan there anymore. At least touch her beyond kisses. Maybe they’d need to negotiate that, because sometimes Tristan went out of town to design conferences and trade shows. If she and Matt were alone in bed, she didn’t trust herself. And vice versa, when Matt was visiting his mom in Idaho. Then there would be times the guys would be alone too, and she didn’t want them to get weirded out if she wasn’t around.
Ground rules would need to be set for a lot of things. But not tonight. Tonight would not include talking, if she had her way.
“Wait,” she said before Matt could call. “He was stopping by home first, then picking up food, right?”
“Yeah. Keeps knocking against the thick wood of his dad’s skull.” Matt shook his head. “He won’t leave it alone.”
“Of course he won’t. He’s always been close to his parents. I can’t imagine what this distance must be doing to him.” She cupped her elbows and frowned as she met Matt’s gaze. “We need to help him forget for a little while. Prove to him he made the right decision.”
“So I’ll call him and—”
“Just wait. Let me think.” She hurried over to the calendar on Tristan’s desk and checked out his agenda for the next few days. “He doesn’t have anything scheduled for the weekend.”
“No, not that I’ve heard.”
“Let me call him, okay?” She returned to her desk and grabbed her cell, hitting the number of Tristan’s speed dial.
He answered after two rings. “Hey, babe. Getting hungry?”
Since it was the most affection she’d heard from him in two weeks, she smiled. “You could say that. Where are you?”