She’d been warm and safe between them. She’d been able to forget everything. She’d forgotten about her job and Patrick and her wedding and the letters. She’d simply been. No thoughts, just a perfect wave of feelings. “I slept like a baby.”
He cuddled her, his chest brushing against her nipples while Cade nipped at her ear. A girl could get used to this. Really fast.
“I think you slept like a baby because you don’t have anything to worry about now, do you?” Cade’s words rumbled against her skin.
She had a whole lot to worry about, but she didn’t want to bring them into her crap. “That’s right.”
Jesse kissed her, his tongue tangling briefly. “I’m so glad to hear that. We have a lot to talk about this morning. Baby, you know you’re my woman now, right?”
Jesse’s girl. She smiled. Yeah, she could sing that song. She tried not to think about the fact that Cade had stilled behind her. At least he wasn’t running. The night before she’d wanted to keep things casual, but that was before they’d had sex. Made love. Damn. She’d made love for the first time. Sex for Gemma had been something she thought she should do. It had been a thing on her checklist. She’d decided she should lose her virginity and she’d found Johnny. She’d decided to get married and that included sex.
But making love was a completely different thing. It didn’t matter that she’d thought the idea of being some man’s woman was Paleolithic. It felt right.
“Yes.” She wasn’t asking for a ring, but she did want to explore this thing. It was so far from her past experiences that she had to see where it would take her. Besides, she didn’t have anything better to do. It might be years before she could go back to New York and practice law. That was her goal, of course. It would be stupid to give up her education, but in the here and now, she could spend time getting to know Jesse and Cade.
And she would definitely spend the time making love with them. She kissed him again.
Jesse pulled back. “Hey, don’t you want to talk?”
She shook her head. They talked way too much. “No.”
“Gemma, I like to have things laid out. I like to have certain rules. I need to know that my woman would come to me if she had a problem.”
If she had a problem he could fix, she would definitely go to him. But her problems were best left in Nate’s hands. Jesse couldn’t do anything. It would just worry him. Or worse, it could make him think twice about being involved with her. And it would give Cade exactly what he needed to run. “I will. Now, please make love to me.”
Jesse groaned.
“Come on, man,” Cade implored.
“Now who’s soft on her?” Jesse asked, looking over her shoulder.
She could practically hear Cade’s grin. “I’m not soft, man. We can take it out on her ass later. I’m hard. So fucking hard. I walked back in this damn room and my cock took over.”
“Damn it.”
She wasn’t sure what that particular argument was about, but it didn’t matter. Jesse kissed her, this time with purpose. He rolled her on her back and dominated her mouth. She softened underneath him. She needed this. She didn’t have to think when Jesse took over. The voice in her head that constantly questioned whether she was good enough, went silent when he tugged on her hair and forced her to focus on him. His tongue invaded, sliding against hers while he covered her skin to skin.
“My turn.” Cade’s fingers tangled in her hair, and he forced her his way. He brought his lips to hers, immediately sucking her bottom lip between his. “This mouth makes me crazy. I think about your mouth all the time. I think about all the shit you spew out of this mouth and then how damn sweet it can get at times.” His tongue came out, drawing along her bottom lip and then teasing her tongue. It didn’t matter that this kiss was messy, that their tongues were playing and Jesse watched. She didn’t feel stupid or awkward like she had before. She felt sexy and powerful.
Jesse left the bed, the loss of his weight shifting her closer to Cade. Cade surrounded her, inhaled her. And he was dressed. She wasn’t used to a dressed Cade. She pulled at his shirt. He got up to his knees and tugged it over his head, tossing it aside before falling on her again.
She breathed him in. “You smell so good.”
A little smile creased that perfect face of his. “I was cooking. French toast with a caramel sauce. I would have done it as a caramel brûlée, but you don’t have a torch.”
She also didn’t have food. He must have gone out and bought the ingredients. Not only had he not run, he’d calculatedly come back to her. She pulled him close, wrapping her legs around him. She pushed at the waist of his jeans. Yesterday she’d taken forever to heat up, but this morning she knew what awaited her and her pussy was ready. She could feel herself getting wet. She needed to feel him thrusting into her, becoming a part of her. She wanted it quick and hard and oh so hot, and then they could sit down and eat Cade’s breakfast and, for just a moment, she could pretend they were a neat little family like the ones she saw all around her.
Dangerous thoughts. She wouldn’t ever speak them. She wouldn’t let them know that she was already falling hard, but she could play out the scenarios in her head. And she could have them this morning.
Cade got to his knees, shoving his pants down and freeing that magnificent cock of his. “Jesse?”
His partner was right there. He handed Cade a condom. He had a tube of lubricant in his hand. He must have brought that himself because she sure didn’t have any. He looked down at her, his eyes warm. “Do you have any idea how fucking gorgeous you are? You look so beautiful lying there, your legs spread and waiting for some cock. Tell me what you want.”
“I want you and Cade.”
Cade stroked himself, his gorgeous body displayed for her. There was something savage about the fact that his jeans were around his hips. “That’s not what he wants, baby. Tell me you want some cock. Tell me you want this big, hard cock in your pussy.”
It was a challenge, and Gemma Wells always rose to the challenge. If they wanted her to talk dirty, then she could talk dirty. “I want that big, hard cock in my pussy and in my mouth. I loved the way you tasted. You think you can cook? Well, let me tell you something, Cade Sinclair, I’ve never tasted anything so good as your cum in my mouth.”
His cock actually jumped. His skin flushed. His pupils dilated.
“Suit up before you jump her,” Jesse said, shaking his head. He winked down at her. “Overachiever.”
Cade sheathed his dick and pounced. He covered her body with his, his mouth nearly slamming on hers. She spread her legs further, giving him access. He wasn’t gentle or smooth. His cock surged in, pushing deep inside in one long thrust.
“Fuck, yeah. I needed that.” Cade swiveled his hips, forging in until he was as far as he could go. “Damn, Gemma, you can take every inch, baby. Do you know how good that feels?”
She felt drugged. Yeah, she knew how good it felt. It felt like pure intimacy.
“Cade, turn her over. I want to play, too.”
Her eyes widened at Jesse’s command. Before she could protest, Cade had neatly shifted her over so she was riding him. He kept himself buried deep.
She felt Jesse’s hand on her back, pressing her forward. Cade’s hips moved, fucking her in little strokes. She rubbed her clit against his pelvis, the sensation beginning to build.
“Hold still for a moment, baby,” Cade said, gripping her hips. “Jesse wants to play with your ass a little.”
Ass. Lube. She did the math really fast. “Uhm, I don’t think that’s a good idea. I don’t think my particular ass works that way. But this is nice.” She rubbed against him again. “Jesse can wait for his turn.”
A loud crack sounded through the air just a split second before her ass cheeks caught fire. Jesse didn’t sound amused. “You lean over and put that ass in the air or we will begin the inevitable discussion right here and now, Gemma. You want me in a good mood when we start talking. I promise you that. You’re fucking two men. How did you think that would work?”