“Hey, guess what? Dag’s going to stay with us,” he told Kassidy. “He’s paying a fortune for that hotel room and he’s never there, so I suggested he just come stay with us while he’s here.”
She blinked at him. Said nothing. Her silence unnerved him.
“What?” he asked. Her lips tightened. “What’s wrong with that?”
“Nothing’s wrong with that.” But her clipped words told a different story. Shit. He’d been sure she wouldn’t mind. He shot a glance at Dag to see if he’d picked up the tension. His frown told him, hell yeah, he had. Again, shit.
Chris debated with himself whether to push her right then and there, get it out in the open, or wait and have the fight in private. He sighed. Drank his beer. He was screwed.
Dag, the perceptive son of a bitch, chose that moment to go to the bathroom. “Dinner should be ready when I’m back,” he said as he walked down the hall.
Chris turned to Kassidy. “Hey, sweetie. I didn’t think you’d mind if I invited him to stay with us. He practically is, anyway.” He regarded her hopefully. His gut clenched.
“It’s not that,” she hissed, moving closer. “It’s just…you should have asked me first. This is my place too.”
“Yeah, I know. But like I said…”
“That’s not the point! The point is, you need to talk to me before you do stuff like that. We live together now, we make decisions like that together.”
“Um…yeah. Okay. I get it.” Sort of. Not. Women. Again, he blew out a long breath, but when her eyes narrowed, he realized he’d probably come across as pissed off and long-suffering. Okay. He was digging himself into a hole here tonight, despite the cooking of dinner. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. I wasn’t thinking. Really. I won’t do it again.”
Except he probably would, because his logic didn’t match with her logic on this. Okay, yeah, he got that he needed to talk to her first about things, but what difference did it make if in the end she agreed? Hell, this was going nowhere fast.
Dag returned and they ate dinner, the atmosphere at the table just slightly less chilly than the wine they drank.
“Okay, what’s wrong?” Dag finally asked, sitting back in his chair and crossing his arms across his chest.
Chris and Kassidy exchanged a glance.
“Nothing,” Chris said.
“Nothing,” Kassidy said.
“Bullshit. Kassidy, are you pissed off that I’m going to stay here?”
“No.”
Chris watched now as the two of them shared a look. Maybe she wouldn’t be so pissy with Dag.
“I’m mad because nobody asked me,” she finally said, and her bottom lip jutted out just a little in a very cute pout. “That’s all.”
“I said I’m sorry,” Chris began.
“Yeah,” Dag said. “I was afraid of that. Sorry, Kass. I should have made him ask you first. Before I agreed.”
“It’s not your fault,” she said.
Chris pursed his lips. Apparently it was all his fault.
“You deserve the respect of being asked, at least,” Dag said. “Are sure you’re okay with it? Because I haven’t checked out of the hotel or anything yet. We can just keep going the way we have been.”
Her eyes got kind of hazy looking as she thought about something, and Chris wished he knew what the hell it was.
“No,” she said with a sigh. “Really. It does make sense.” She looked at Chris.
“See?” he said. “That’s what I said—”
“Chris!” She stared at him. “You are so damn stubborn! Would you just admit you screwed up?”
He pressed his lips together and took a deep breath. “I apologized—”
“But you didn’t even get why!”
She was killing him, and in front of Dag no less, but hey, if Dag was moving in, he was going to see it all, including him making a fool of himself over a woman. So be it. “Fine,” he said shortly. “I screwed up. I should have asked you. The fact that you agreed is beside the point.”
“Exactly. Thank you.” She beamed at him then at Dag. Chris shook his head, but something inside him relaxed and softened. Christ. He loved her. He didn’t want her pissed off at him. Much as he hated to admit to making a mistake, goddammit, it was better than living in a deep freeze.
“Double penetration.”
Kassidy peered at Chris, her hair a tangled mess in front of her eyes, having just spent the last half hour rolling around in bed with two naked men. Her lips throbbed from all the kissing and sucking and biting. Her pussy ached. She blinked at him.
Dag’s hand stroked down her back and over her bottom, lingering there.
Oh dear god.
“Double penetration,” Chris said again, voice low and husky. He touched her bottom lip with his fingertips. “Dag and I fucking you at the same time.”
Her eyes widened, her pussy clenched. Dag’s fingers teased the crease between her cheeks. She looked at him over her shoulder, stretched out naked on the bed. His eyes met hers. His fingers played—up, down, lower into her wetness, trailing a line of her own moisture back up. He tickled the base of her spine and she shivered.
“We’ve never…uh…done that,” she whispered. Her buttocks clenched at Dag’s caressing fingertips. Anal sex was beyond her experience…but she supposed not theirs. She licked her lips.
“We’ll make it good for you, sweetheart,” Chris said, kissing her shoulder. “I’ll do your ass. Dag’s too big for your first time.”
Her womb spasmed. She swallowed hard.
“We’ll get you nice and ready,” Dag said, still playing there. “You’re already so wet…” Again, he trailed moisture up between her cheeks, this time his finger pushing deeper between her flesh, stroking over her anus with a firmer touch. She quivered.
Chris slipped a hand down between her legs and played there too, him from the front, Dag from the back. Chris leaned forward to suck on a nipple, Dag dragged his tongue up her back between her shoulder blades.
Dag reached for a bottle of lube sitting on the table beside the bed. He opened it and squeezed some out onto his fingers then handed it to Chris. Dag’s slick fingers probed, brushing over her hole again and again until she felt herself softening there, just a little, and his fingertip pushed inside her. A small cry fell from her lips at the unfamiliar sensation.
“It’s okay,” Dag whispered, his mouth against the back of her shoulder. He licked her there, kissed her, withdrew his finger then pushed back in. Slowly. Her body adjusted to the intrusion, heat blooming there, spreading through her body.
Chris’s fingers pushed inside her too, into her vagina, and she felt his and Dag’s hands collide as they worked her. Dag lifted her thigh, opening her more to them. They owned her body, the two of them, knew it, worshiped it, owned it. And she loved it.
“I think she’s ready,” Dag murmured. “How do you want to do this?”
“You lie down,” Chris said, ever the director. “Kassidy, you get on top of him.”
After rolling on a condom, Dag stretched out and lifted Kassidy over him, hands on her hips. In a heated daze, she found his thick cock and held it as she lowered herself onto it. His size still amazed her, stretched her, filled her. When she’d worked herself down onto him, all the way, breathless and hot, Chris’s hand on her back urged her forward and she lay down on Dag’s chest.
He found her mouth and kissed her, long, wet kisses, while Chris now played with her ass from behind, kissing her, parting her cheeks, drizzling lube. “Relax,” he said. “Relax, sweetheart.”
“Don’t clench,” Dag whispered against her mouth.