Unwrapped

Ca

ity looked between them, her eyes narrowing. “And?”

Tristan glanced at Matt, who was already looking at him. “And what?”

She rolled her eyes and blew out a breath. “Isn’t there something else you want to say? To each other?”

Catching her drift, Tristan swallowed and met his best friend’s gaze. “We’re good.”

Matt nodded rapidly. “Yeah. Fine. We’re really fine.”

She screwed up her mouth and laid a hand on each of their chests. Yep, they were done for. There could be no escaping her clutches.

“Say it. It’s not enough to know. Some words don’t hold weight. But in this case, they matter.”

Tristan knew she was right. If someone asked if he loved Matt, he immediately knew the answer. Of course. But turning to Matt, and saying aloud I love you seemed like overkill. They each knew where the other stood—

“I love you, you jerk,” Matt blurted as both Tristan and Caity glanced at him in shock. “Now get over here.”

Tristan was grinning before their mouths connected. A skim of lips, a hint of teeth, a whole lot of heat. As they slipped apart, he murmured, “I love you, Matt.”

Matt grinned back, and then together, they glanced at Caity. “Happy?”

“Ecstatic.” She laughed and gave each of them a quick kiss before darting out of bed. Her steps faltered, and she looked back, biting her lip. “Oops. Sorta forgot I’m sore.”

“Where are you going? We can run you a bath—” But she was gone before Tristan finished.

“Women,” Matt said as he flopped down on the mattress.

Tristan caught his breath at the memory of her retreating naked body and adjusted his newly revived cock. He lifted his brows at Matt, who looked similarly interested.

“Think she’ll be up for some swapping action later? I’d love to take my turn back there. Her ass is delectable.”

“You’re telling me? Think I know that better than anyone.”

“I want to know too. Like…really. A lot.” Matt smacked his lips together. In another moment, he’d be drooling. “Wonder what I can say to convince her?”

“Lick her. That tongue could convince anybody about anything.”

“Yeah, you do have a point. My tongue’s a legend in its own time.”

“Heard that,” Caity said, sailing back into the room with her big black tote bag in hand.

“Which part?”

“Most of it. Pervs.” But she looked far from dismayed. In fact a sexy smile curved her lips. “Let me rest up before you plan the rest of the night, ’kay, studs?”

Matt grinned and elbowed Tristan. “Oh hell yeah, I’m so getting that ass.”

With an arch look at her men, she dropped the bag on the bed. Then she hauled out a small ancient boombox and a tiny Christmas tree draped in a few strands of lights. What the hell?

“Uh, Christmas was weeks ago, Cait,” Matt said. “You forget that?”

While they stared, she plugged in both items and set them up on the nightstand. Twinkling bulbs soon flashed multicolored beams of light across the bed. “Perfect,” she said, flicking on the small white star at the top.

She crawled back in between them and slung an arm around each of their necks as “The Chipmunk Song” filled the room.

Inspired choice.