Unwrapped

“You may be awesome, but he spends it almost as fast as you make it, kid.”

“Love when you guys talk about me like I’m not even here,” Tristan said, turning his face into Cait’s neck. “Makes me wonder what it is I see in you.”

“Me, it’s my big breasts.” Cait grinned at her less than noteworthy chest.

“And me, it’s my big…well, I won’t brag in front of the lady.”

She rolled her eyes. “More like won’t tell lies in front of the lady.”

“Didn’t hear you complaining earlier,” Matt said, pulling her mouth to his for a slow, simmering kiss. “Either of you, for that matter,” he added against her lips.

“Tristan’s is bigger.” She laughed when Matt yanked on her hair. “You’re just an overachiever.”

“See why I love her?” Tristan grinned and cuddled her closer, though Matt immediately wrapped an arm around her waist and snuggled in as well. “She has exquisite powers of perception.”

“Remind me he gets your ass, then.”

She stiffened before she could stop herself. Tristan’s head came up, and she knew he was giving Matt the evil eye. “We won’t do anything you don’t want,” he said in the same voice he'd used to soothe her forever. “If you’d rather we not do that, we won’t. Plenty of other things we can occupy ourselves with.”

“I’m not sure about a date,” she said instead of replying to his comment. “Dates imply kissing and holding hands and—”

“And you giving us a chance to be with you before you slam the door on us,” Matt said, surprising her by jumping in before Tristan could. “One date. What’s the big deal?”

He had a point. It was only one night. “Where?”

“That's a surprise.”

“Someplace up here. Not back home. I don't want to chance running into anyone.”

“Like anyone would care

you were out with us,” Tristan said, his tone tense. “If we’re not worried about it, why are you?”

“You’re not the one who’d be labeled a slut,” she said, wrapping her arm around him when he shifted his head onto her breasts. She sifted his silky hair through her fingers as his lips grazed her nipple.

“You’re not a slut.”

“No, but what do you think people would think if they saw me kissing both of you?” She sucked in a breath as Tristan suckled on one nipple while Matt latched onto the other. “Letting you both do whatever you want to me…”

“Whatever you want,” Matt corrected, speaking around the tight tip in his mouth. “We’re not about to push you into anything you’re not ready for. That’s a promise.”

“What about everything besides sex?” It was so much harder to think when they were kissing her and touching her and making her want to forget her own boundaries. “What about dates and relationships and—”

Tristan eased back to look up at her. “One date. If you decide that’s all you want, we’ll agree to abide by your wishes.”

“You won’t try to change my mind?”

“No. We won’t,” Matt replied, rolling away from her just enough that she missed his warmth. And his firm lips on her nipple. “If you decide you can’t go further, this weekend will be it.”

Again they exchanged looks, but Tristan finally nodded. “It’s your choice,” he agreed, pressing a kiss to the top of her breast.

“Okay.” She let out a shuddering breath. No one would know. One date. No biggie. “Then we’ll go on that date.”

When Tristan awakened the next morning, the bed was empty. Matt had left a note on the nightstand that he’d gone cross-country skiing and would be back in a couple of hours, but there was no mention of Caity. He realized why when he looked across the room and saw her at the little writing desk in the corner, her attention on his laptop screen.

He eased up on one elbow, watching her work. She’d coiled her sunny hair in some sort of twist, secured with a couple of pencils, and her attire consisted of one of Matt’s flannel shirts that hung most of the way down her bare thighs and a pair of white gym socks, probably also Matt’s because they slouched halfway up her calf.

Even without any attempt at artifice—or maybe because she usually didn’t bother with any—she was still the prettiest, sexiest woman he knew.