He sets a pace and waits to see if I’ll meet it. I do. He answers like he was counting on that.
“Okay?” he says against my mouth.
“Very.”
Houston is a quiet shape at my side. He slides a water my way without crowding. I take a sip without breaking eye contact withSalem. Cold helps. I hand the glass back. Houston’s eyes say,I’m good if you’re good.
I am.
Knox stands where I can see him. Leather bomber jacket open, steady face. The watch at the door, the read on the room. I see him seeing me. He’s not judging. If anything, he looks curious.
Salem kisses me again, and I stop thinking. He knows exactly when to press and when to lean back. I follow and push. He pulls a small sound out of me that I didn’t plan to make. I don’t blush. I double down and drag my nails up the nape of his neck.
That earns a short growl out of him that warms me to my core. He breaks long enough to breathe. “Still okay?”
“Yes.”
“Good.” His thumb skims the corner of my mouth. “Rules?”
I’m not completely sure what he means. “About?”
“This. Now. Here.”
Houston nods. Knox nods.
Salem’s grin tilts up. “We can follow rules.”
We.We.
Oh. OH.
Huh. I mean, sure, I’ve thought about it. What woman hasn’t? And with the three stars I’ve wanted since I was a teenager? Dream come true.
But they’re also my ex’s brothers. He’s right. We need rules.
So, I say the only one that springs to mind. “Anybody gets weird, I’m out.”
“Fair,” Knox says.
Houston’s voice is low. “You’re in control.”
Salem offers his hand, and I take it, letting him lead me to the bedroom with the other two following. I’m not sure if they want to watch or participate, and thankfully, the tequila isn’t letting me ramble about that. In fact, I’m not sure what to say, so I’m keeping my mouth shut.
Until Salem kisses me again. The kiss picks up where it left off, his tongue sliding into my mouth. His hands settle on my hips and wait. I say yes, and he moves. He kisses like he plays—tempo solid, then a syncopation that makes me chase him a little because he likes what that does to my breath. I chase. He rewards it.
“Tell me what you want,” he murmurs.
“To stop thinking.”
“We can do that,” Knox says as he comes up from behind.
My mouth goes dry, but that’s the only part of me that is. “Is this something you three do a lot?”
Salem lifts a shoulder. “Now and then.”
“We’re good, Lou,” Houston says from the side of me. “We get tested all the time. All of us have a clean bill of health.”
Knox lifts my hair, setting it over my shoulder. Then he kisses the back of my neck. “Tell us if this is what you want. The three of us. If not, we back off, no hard feelings.”
