never, ever thought they’d take their relationship to this level, no matter how much he’d thought about it. But now…he stopped thinking because this part needed to be said aloud.
“So, we want to keep this?”
“You could give it up?” Dorian asked, eyebrows high. “Tell me honestly, after being inside Jenna, you could give that up?”
“Shit, no.”
Dorian laughed and rolled to his feet to put a couple more logs on the fire. He stood beside the bed and untied the drawstring on his pants, using the pants to wipe at his groin, before pushing them down. He stretched, totally unselfconscious, because he had no reason to be.
The man was gorgeous from his tousled, black curls to his big feet. Lean muscles held deceptive strength—strength Ross was all too familiar with from countless wrestling matches. Hair that looked soft led from Dorian’s belly to his groin, which was now flaccid. But Ross had glimpsed the man at full mast earlier. Through the drawstring pants. He looked forward to seeing it bare and full like that. He looked up and caught Dorian staring back.
“Sure you’re okay with this, Boss? All of this?” He waved his hands down his body.
“Yeah.”
Dorian was chuckling again as he stretched back out on the bed. “Just think about all the things three people can do together.” He rubbed his hands. “But later. Damn, I’m tired.”
“Me too,” Jenna murmured sleepily as she snuggled between the both of them. “But just so you know, I have a lot of ideas too. My fantasies have been hot and heavy for years. Years .”
Ross closed his eyes because the images that bombarded his head made him dizzy. He pulled Jenna close, loving the feel of her naked body against his, and smiled when Dorian rolled onto his side and returned his hand to Ross’s stomach.
He had a few fantasies of his own to share.
Chapter Seven
“We’ve turned Ross into a barathrum .”
“A what?” Jenna choked on the piece of bread she’d just popped into her mouth. She laughed. “What’s a barathrum ?”
“An insatiable person.”
She stuck another piece of the warm poppy seed bread into Dorian’s mouth. “You got that right. I think he’s making up for lost time.”
Ross had decided he needed one more day of bed rest and had them tell everyone else he’d be out in a day or so. What he’d really wanted was more naked time. The man might be new at sex, but he quickly picked up on all the right moves. He listened, paid attention to every noise, every sigh. When he did the right thing, he did it again and again until Jenna thought she might die of pleasure. Dorian and Ross hadn’t had actual sex together yet, but they touched each other. A lot. That morning, she’d watched Ross take Dorian’s cock in his hand and kiss the man like he was trying to steal his soul.
Her nipples hardened at the memory.
Dorian’s gaze lowered and the smile that pulled up one corner of his mouth stirred her even more. She shifted on the chair, hunched closer to the breakfast table. Jake and Lynn chose that moment to stumble sleepily into the kitchen. Lynn was wearing one of Jake’s sweatshirts. It was huge on her, the neck gaping enough to bare a shoulder…and the top of the hickey on her upper chest. Jenna lifted an eyebrow and grinned.
Flushing, Lynn tugged up the sweatshirt and dodged Jake’s hand when he reached for her ass. He caught sight of them. “Oops.” He went to the bread Jenna had covered with a tea towel to keep warm and helped himself to a slice. “You made this?” he asked Jenna. “This morning?”
“I was up early.” Jenna shrugged and hoped the flush she could feel at the top of her breasts didn’t stray north. She was up early because she’d awakened to Ross grinning and crouching over her. Barathrum was right.
Jake held the bread out to Georgia as she shuffled into the kitchen from the other wing. “Here, Georgia, try this bread.”
She narrowed her eyes. “Why?”
“I’m being
“So, we want to keep this?”
“You could give it up?” Dorian asked, eyebrows high. “Tell me honestly, after being inside Jenna, you could give that up?”
“Shit, no.”
Dorian laughed and rolled to his feet to put a couple more logs on the fire. He stood beside the bed and untied the drawstring on his pants, using the pants to wipe at his groin, before pushing them down. He stretched, totally unselfconscious, because he had no reason to be.
The man was gorgeous from his tousled, black curls to his big feet. Lean muscles held deceptive strength—strength Ross was all too familiar with from countless wrestling matches. Hair that looked soft led from Dorian’s belly to his groin, which was now flaccid. But Ross had glimpsed the man at full mast earlier. Through the drawstring pants. He looked forward to seeing it bare and full like that. He looked up and caught Dorian staring back.
“Sure you’re okay with this, Boss? All of this?” He waved his hands down his body.
“Yeah.”
Dorian was chuckling again as he stretched back out on the bed. “Just think about all the things three people can do together.” He rubbed his hands. “But later. Damn, I’m tired.”
“Me too,” Jenna murmured sleepily as she snuggled between the both of them. “But just so you know, I have a lot of ideas too. My fantasies have been hot and heavy for years. Years .”
Ross closed his eyes because the images that bombarded his head made him dizzy. He pulled Jenna close, loving the feel of her naked body against his, and smiled when Dorian rolled onto his side and returned his hand to Ross’s stomach.
He had a few fantasies of his own to share.
Chapter Seven
“We’ve turned Ross into a barathrum .”
“A what?” Jenna choked on the piece of bread she’d just popped into her mouth. She laughed. “What’s a barathrum ?”
“An insatiable person.”
She stuck another piece of the warm poppy seed bread into Dorian’s mouth. “You got that right. I think he’s making up for lost time.”
Ross had decided he needed one more day of bed rest and had them tell everyone else he’d be out in a day or so. What he’d really wanted was more naked time. The man might be new at sex, but he quickly picked up on all the right moves. He listened, paid attention to every noise, every sigh. When he did the right thing, he did it again and again until Jenna thought she might die of pleasure. Dorian and Ross hadn’t had actual sex together yet, but they touched each other. A lot. That morning, she’d watched Ross take Dorian’s cock in his hand and kiss the man like he was trying to steal his soul.
Her nipples hardened at the memory.
Dorian’s gaze lowered and the smile that pulled up one corner of his mouth stirred her even more. She shifted on the chair, hunched closer to the breakfast table. Jake and Lynn chose that moment to stumble sleepily into the kitchen. Lynn was wearing one of Jake’s sweatshirts. It was huge on her, the neck gaping enough to bare a shoulder…and the top of the hickey on her upper chest. Jenna lifted an eyebrow and grinned.
Flushing, Lynn tugged up the sweatshirt and dodged Jake’s hand when he reached for her ass. He caught sight of them. “Oops.” He went to the bread Jenna had covered with a tea towel to keep warm and helped himself to a slice. “You made this?” he asked Jenna. “This morning?”
“I was up early.” Jenna shrugged and hoped the flush she could feel at the top of her breasts didn’t stray north. She was up early because she’d awakened to Ross grinning and crouching over her. Barathrum was right.
Jake held the bread out to Georgia as she shuffled into the kitchen from the other wing. “Here, Georgia, try this bread.”
She narrowed her eyes. “Why?”
“I’m being
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