Stroke of Luck

Her chest clenched. “So you and I are actually married?”

“You’re definitely married.” Austin rolled over and leaned on his elbow, gazing at her. “But I think calling you Mrs. Wright would be more appropriate.”

She rolled onto her back, slumped between them, her head spinning.

“I don’t know,” Quinn responded. “I married her first, so that gives me dibs.”

First? Oh, God, she was married to both of them.

Her chest tightened. This couldn’t be happening.

“You know, we’re doing a lot of chatting,” Austin said as his hand settled on her chest, then scooped her breast into his hand.

He kneaded it softly, and her nipple blossomed to a tight bud. Awareness rippled through her, and her body heated with a deep yearning to feel him continue to touch her. To run his hands all over her body.

“But we’re in bed naked.” His grin broadened. “And we’re newlyweds. So I think…”

He leaned down and nuzzled her neck, his lips brushing along that one supersensitive spot that sent shivers dancing along her spine and caused her inner passage to clench tightly in need.

He kissed her ear, his breath sending wisps of hair fluttering around her face, and both nipples swelled.

“We should do something about it,” Austin finally continued.

A single pink rose sat on the bedside table in a bud vase, and vague memories of last night fluttered through her brain.

“Wait,” she said. “I want to understand. How did we wind up like this?”

“You really don’t remember, sweetheart?” Quinn asked softly.

Tingles danced down her spine. He usually called her baby. Not sweetheart. Austin did that. But hearing it from Quinn warmed her.

She shook her head. “I remember being in the gaming suite. Then going outside to walk back here.” She ran her hand over her forehead and back through her hair. “I guess I had a lot to drink.”

Austin chuckled. “We all did.”

He continued to stroke her breast, keeping her nipple tight and aching. She wanted to arch against him, then invite him to touch more of her.

“You got sad when you saw a couple coming out of a wedding chapel,” Quinn said.

She glanced at the white lace robe draped over a nearby chair, scraps of lace on the floor that a flash memory told her was the sexy wedding-night lingerie he’d given her, then the wedding bouquet sitting on the dresser.

“You didn’t want me to miss out on my wedding day. You…” Tears prickled at her eyes. “You wanted me to feel like a bride.”

Quinn smiled warmly, and a tear escaped April’s eye.

“That is so sweet.” She rested her fingers on his raspy cheek. “Thank you.” Her words came out a mere whisper.

She glided her hand around his neck, and he dipped down and captured her lips. The kiss was sweet and tender, unlike the demanding kisses that had been his style yesterday.

“Don’t forget Austin,” Quinn said. “He wanted in on it.”

She shifted her gaze to Austin. “Thank you, Austin. But isn’t a second marriage illegal?”

“We didn’t worry much about that,” Austin said, “since we’re getting it annulled. Not that we were really thinking all that much.” He caressed her breast gently, his finger brushing over her nub. “And I don’t much feel like thinking now, either.”

He nuzzled her neck, and she giggled. Then she felt lips brush her other nipple, and a warm mouth close around it as she gasped. Her fingers glided through Quinn’s dark, wavy hair as he suckled on her, pleasure catapulting through her.

Austin stroked one nipple, and Quinn teased the other with his tongue. Then Austin leaned down and captured her nipple, too. She arched upward, pushing farther into both warm mouths.