he shuddered and came again.
As Abby stared at Rodrigo and Braden squaring off, riveted to each other’s gaze, a tremor racked through her core. It was an enormous wave of acute pleasure that went deeper than an orgasm; it felt like it went all the way inside her and settled into her very soul.
It’s not about choosing one . The truth of why Abby had felt so torn between these men—to the point of feeling paralyzed by her desire for each of them at times—finally hit her. It’s supposed to be both of them.
Holy Mother.
She could hardly handle herself on a daily basis. How in the hell was she supposed to bring two men into her life?
And deal with the nightmares too? The presence of these men had only put them off for one morning. The dreams would be back tonight. She could still feel the discomforting wiggle of them living in her brain.
All she’d done by inviting Rodrigo and Braden over, and then engaging in this carnal display, was open up a whole new can of worms.
One Abby feared she would not simply be able to close back up or contain now.
You’re in a whole new world of trouble, girl.
“Damn.”
Chapter Four
“ Damn .”
Abby’s utterance rang in Braden’s head. Rather than raise the hairs on the back of his neck, it made him work like the devil to suppress a grin. He liked this woman all worked up, even if it was potentially in anger directed at him. And no matter what might come out of her mouth next, she had goddamn wanted—no, craved —what they’d done together. Braden knew it.
As for the stunned man kneeling across from him, Braden would take the fact that Rodrigo hadn’t sent his fist flying at Braden’s jaw as a good sign. After all, Braden’s cum had landed on the guy’s cock. Christ, he could still see the shiny beads dotting the length. Braden had to figure that would freak the hell out of most hard-core heterosexual men. As he stared, Braden reevaluated his assumption from just last night. Rodrigo might be closer to accepting a ménage relationship that included another man than he had previously assessed.
Right then, Rodrigo scrambled to shove his prick back into his sweats, and Braden decided confronting the sexy Colombian could wait a day or two.
Better to tackle someone already familiar with her attraction to men.
Letting his gaze travel up Abby’s body, Braden openly admired her, not stopping until he made eye contact. “Well”—he flashed her a wry smile—“I was hoping more for a damn that translated to ‘that was fucking amazing and when can we do it again’ than damn as in ‘the shit just hit the fan and what am I going to do to get these two assholes out of my bed as quickly as possible?’”
Rather than moving to cover herself, Abby pitted an unblinking stare against Braden’s and somehow managed to stir a pleasant reaction from his recently sated cock.
“Got all that from one word, huh?” she asked, raising a brow.
“Honey,” Braden shared, in between chuckling, “you often put a whole essay’s worth of thoughts into one succinctly spit-out comment.”
Rodrigo snorted, and Braden and Abby whipped their heads around to put their full attention on him.
“What?” Rodrigo’s stare narrowed. “I didn’t say anything.”
Abby made an inelegant noise. “Apparently you’re attempting to prove you can convey even more than I can without using words at all .” She checked Rodrigo out so completely, so aggressively, that Braden almost went to full staff just as a bystander. “Forget that noise of pure agreement you just made, Santiago. Let’s talk about when you’re rubbing up against another person, how you growl and moan and rumble and make all kinds of declarative noises. You were telegraphing all kinds of things just a few minutes ago, and I read you like you had paragraphs stamped all over your body.”
“Hey.” The word burst like a bullet out of Rodrigo, and he pointed his finger just as fast. He shot out of bed and snatched his
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