“You’re bossy today,” she murmured.
“I’m going to get even bossier in bed.”
She wiggled. “Can’t wait.”
Brent watched them from behind half-lidded eyes as he started to stroke himself. Evan grabbed a bottle of shower gel from a nook in the wall and opened it, then held it in front of her. “Do you like this scent?”
It was the wood and spice smell, and she found herself nodding.Yes, please coat me in your romance scent. She wasn’t going anywhere that it would matter. And if she went to sleep tonight smelling like Evan in his most romantic mood, that would be a treat.
Sudsing up his hands, he cupped her breasts, then rubbed his hands over her belly and hips, bottom and thighs, putting on a show for Brent, who had sped up his own show right back at them.
“You feel so good in my hands,” Evan said quietly in her ear. “Turn around, let your husband see me groping your ass.”
She giggled and spun around, enjoying Brent’s groan. And when Evan rinsed her off, and then slid his hand between her thighs—“Gotta wash everywhere”—she closed her eyes and let him stroke her to an orgasm that came hard and fast.
When her legs threatened to give out, Evan released her, and she stepped out, wrapping herself in a big, fluffy towel.
There was a padded bench against the wall, so she sank onto that and watched as her lover prowled toward her husband. She’d already come once, but she could get off again she was pretty sure. So she hitched one leg up onto the bench and reached between her legs, where she was sticky and swollen. Multiple partners, multiple orgasms. It seemed like a fair deal.
She didn’t rub hard, though, just touched herself lightly as she watched them circle each other, pulling in for kisses and shoving away.
Playful. Puppyish. She’d never seen Brent like this, so hyper and sexual and boyish. He liked Evan grabbing him, she could see that. His eyes flared wide every time the touch got intimate, but then a look of bliss would settle in.
She could live on that look alone. Maybe she’d given it to him, too. He’d been very attentive and loving since they got back together, but it was hard to see themselves from any kind of distance.
She loved that man so much. She would do anything to see him that happy.
Her attention slid to Evan. Big, strong, ruthless Evan. Kind, careful, caring Evan. His back was to her, his arms and legs strung tight like bows as he ground against Brent.
Did he want to fuck her husband?
Of course he did.
That image sent her over the edge, her pussy pulsing at the thought of lying next to them while Evan took Brent from behind. Maybe while Brent was inside her. Oh.Oh.Yes.
She shuddered and sighed, her eyes closed, and when she opened them, both men were watching her.
“What?”
Brent shook his head. “You’re beautiful, that’s all.”
She tugged her discarded towel back over herself and gestured to Evan. “Turn off the shower. Let’s take this to the bed.”
But when the water shut off, the house wasn’t quiet. Somewhere in the distance, Evan’s phone was ringing. And it didn’t stop.
He frowned and went to find it.
When he came back, his face was grim, and he went straight to his closet. “Our production building is on fire.”
* * *
Brent wouldn’t takeno for an answer. At the very least, he wasn’t sure Evan should be driving right now. And if he could be of any assistance in translating between fire service and home owner…well, he wanted to do that.
Or anything.
They left Jess at Evan’s house and went together in Brent’s truck. They could see the smoke and hear the sirens when they hit the road, and in less than ninety seconds he was at the second lane after the main winery entrance, following Evan’s terse instructions.
The cop at the road recognized Evan immediately and waved them through.
