What She Needs (Cape May 3)

Con chuckled and took her hand in his and gave it a squeeze. “You’re embarrassed? Baby, I’ve seen every inch of you, made love to every inch too. Although, I admit, I never quite understood why Devon liked to watch us. Until now. And I’ll be damned if I’m going let something as stupid as jealousy fuck that up.”

Devon let out a huge breath. “You can’t know how good it is to hear you say that.”

Tory’s heart melted when she watched the two men exchange looks. “So, um, we’re good?” she asked, practically holding her breath.

“Yeah, we’re good.” He winked and dropped her hand, then backed up a few steps. “I’ll leave you two alone now.”

“Wait,” Devon called out. Con turned, a question in his eyes. “I have a confession too.”

Con cleared his throat and looked away. “It’s cool. I overheard.”

“No, it’s not cool. Look, last night sucked,” Devon stated, not one to mince words. “I’m not sure how the three of us should proceed, but being separate, not sleeping with you two, yeah, that sucked. So, are we still doing the alone-time-with-Tory thing or what?”

Con glanced at her, then shoved a hand through his hair and replied, “Christ, I vote no.”

In two strides Devon was in front of her. He cupped her chin and asked, “What do you say, sugar?”

“All I want, all I’ve ever wanted, was to be with the two of you. I want you guys happy and I want this to work. I can’t imagine my life without you. So, I vote no as well.”

“You both enjoyed the evening, though,” Devon said, his voice gentle and full of concern. “And I enjoyed my time with you just now. The truth is, I think we’re going to need these moments.”

“You mean, so I don’t threaten to kidnap Tory, take her to some unnamed island where no one can find her and she’s forced to live out the rest of her days pleasing me and only me?”

Devon snorted. “Yeah, that.”

“We’re thinking it to death.” Both men’s gazes zeroed in on her. Hot damn, they were handsome. Best of all, they belonged to her. “I say we play it by ear. If the need arises, we talk and make a plan. It only became a problem this time because genius here chose to keep his feelings to himself.”

He tapped her nose. “I’m an idiot,” Con conceded, “duly noted.”

Tory beamed up at him. “Glad to see we’re on the same page.”

“This has been a great talk,” Devon said, “but there’s still some unfinished business to attend to.” He started to remove his boxer-briefs and Tory noticed that Con looked to Devon for his queue. Devon smiled, and Con started stripping out of his gray T-shirt. “Damn, I do love it when we have unfinished business.”

Tory watched the two men, her heart filled to bursting when they both stood nude in the bright light of day staring at her as if she hung the moon. No, they weren’t perfect and this definitely wouldn’t be their last hurdle to leap, but they were hers and she would fight tooth and nail to keep them.

Chapter Eight

Tory stood at the railing, staring out at the ocean. Cancun was every bit as beautiful and romantic as she’d hoped. The warm weather was perfect for snorkeling and lazing in the sun. The cool night breeze off the water sent a chill down her body as she watched the dark waves slowly rolling in, then back out again. It was their first night there. She wondered if Con and Devon would even let her out of bed to enjoy the sights, much less go snorkeling. Or if she’d let them out! She grinned at the thought, then heard a shuffling from behind. Turning her head, Tory watched Devon and Con striding toward her. They were dark, strong and mostly naked. Her body stirred to life.

“Why are you out here when we’re in there?” Con asked.

Tory barely suppressed the need to moan. Con’s deep voice always had the power to turn her on. Of course, his bare chest and sexy red boxers didn’t hurt, either. Boxers she’d bought him for their first V-Day together. “I’m enjoying the night. It’s so lovely here, Con.” She pointedly looked at his boxers and wanted to curse. “I can’t believe I couldn’t think of a better gift for you and Devon.”

Con took her in his arms and held her tight. “We told you before, baby, you are the best gift any man could wish for.”

“Thank you, for everything. Including this wonderful trip.”

“Thank Devon too. Without him, we wouldn't be here.”

Tory pushed backward and peered to the left of Con to see Devon in his brand-new electric blue knit pajama pants, a warm smile on his face. “Thank you, Devon.”

He leaned close and pressed his lips to her temple. “Come on, you can thank me properly inside.”

She stepped out of Con’s arms and followed

Devon into their suite. The hotel was beautiful, the room ridiculously expensive, and yet it could be a hole-in-the-wall for all she cared. Her sole concentration was on Devon in that moment as he tossed his pjs on a chair and headed toward her, a gleam of wicked intent lighting his eyes.

As if the three of them had choreographed each move, Tory walked to the right until her knees hit the end of the bed, then she turned. Devon reached out and pushed at the center of her chest, knocking her to the plush, cream-colored comforter. She shimmied up the mattress so that she lay in the center. Con, in all his bronzed and dark-haired glory, stripped out of his clothes and spread out on the bed next to her, while Devon lowered himself on top of her. Their well-muscled bodies and the intensity in their sexy eyes were enough to have any woman drooling, but the heavy weight between Devon’s legs had her aching and wet. She peeked over at Con and realized he was every bit as hard.