was…” She looked into his eyes. “Amazing.”
“Yeah.” He sounded breathless, and didn’t care. He wanted more of this woman.
“Before we…” She set down her glass. “Would you tell me about this lifestyle?”
He set down his, too. “Like what, particularly?”
With a shrug, she asked, “You’d mentioned a rule, before. I mean, can you and I…one on one? Or is it always three?”
He touched the flaming red color on her cheek. “We learned that for the sake of the overall relationship, it’s best if we only have sex when it’s all three of us. It’s a jealousy thing more than a fairness thing, if that makes sense.”
She smiled. “So it wouldn’t matter that it wouldn’t be fair if you and I spent four days in bed together and Garret had to work. But it would drive Garret crazy knowing we’d left him out.”
He laughed. She was smart, sexy, and funny. “Right. Essentially, we grew up as jealous of each other as we were proud of one another. It’s complicated, but it works better when it’s all three.”
She paused a second and he could almost see her formulating questions.
The doorbell rang.
Trey answered and stood back to let the chauffeur in with the bags. “Where would you like these, Megan?”
“On the table would be fine. Thank you.”
The silent man nodded, deposited the bags, and left.
Trey dug through the bags.
She walked to the table. “You’re looking for your things?” She pulled a dark blue bag out of the bunch and set it next to him.
“Uh uh.” He searched for a minute then pulled a slinky red teddy from one of the bags. He wagged his brows at her. “You thought you’d sneak this by me?”
She smiled and grabbed for it, but he pulled it back. “You gonna wear this for us?”
Nodding, she held out her hand. “I’d model it for you now, but that just wouldn’t be fair, would it.”
He handed it to her, his cock hardening wickedly behind his fly.
Holding it by the tiny straps, she formed it to her clothed body and wiggled. “Yes?”
“Oh, yeah, sweetheart. When you’re ready for another night like last night, you just slip that on and come knocking.”
A frown formed on her face. “When I’m ready? What does that mean?”
Chapter Seven
Trey took the silky teddy and slid it back into the shopping bag, clenching his jaw to get his desire under control. Gesturing toward the couch, he searched for the words to tell Megan what he and his brother had decided.
They sat and she waited silently.
“Garret and I talked this morning. We want you to hold the reins on this thing.”
Her brows rose in a silent question.
“We both want you. Desperately. But to be fair to you, we’re gonna let you pick the time.”
“Oh.” She sat back.
“Actually, it was Garret’s idea. He wanted you to have some space to get comfortable with us.”
“Oh.”
He wished he could read her mind as easily as he read Garret’s. “Last night, you tried to sneak out of our suite.”
“No.” She sat up then plopped back again and grimaced. “Yes, I guess I did, didn’t I.”
“You did, and it tore us both up. We knew we’d moved too fast on you.”
She looked at him, her eyes soft and dreamy. “And Garret thought of this, huh? I’m surprised. Seems to me you’re the one who’s usually in touch with feelings and things like that.”
He faked a shudder. “Feelings? Damn. Is that how I come off?” He grabbed her sides and tickled. “I’m gonna have to be a little tougher on you.”
She screamed with laughter as he pinned her down and wiggled his fingers into her sides.
He found himself on top of her, her eyes shining, her breasts pressing hard into his chest as she caught her breath. It’d be so damn easy to take her. Peel off her pants and spread her legs, taste what his brother said was the sweetest pussy he’d ever eaten. Make her scream in ecstasy a dozen times, a dozen positions.
He pushed himself off her and stood.
Her eyes dropped to his fly and
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