Risk picks Chrys up and Shock grabs my hand, pulling me in close. “You know the rules.”
The rules—the rule in question—say we nap when the weeuns nap.
Someday, we’ll follow that rule as it was intended.
Today isn’t that day.
Shock walks behind me into our room, one hand on my stomach, holding me back and steering me at the same time.
He stops us three feet from the bed, hand sliding up beneath my shirt.Look at our mates.
I laugh and tell him, “I’m looking.”
Risk has slid Chrys’ pants off and tossed them away. Her bright blue underwear peeks out from beneath her fuzzy hot pink sweater.
Last week her doctor told her she was cleared to have sex again, but she’s not ready and we are never going to push her, so Risk does what we’ve done every time we wind up in this bed. He kisses her senseless and then sets her back into the pillows before looking at us with a fiendish smile.
“Your turn,” Shock whispers against my throat, nipping my skin before he pulls my shirt off and tugs off my pants as well.
Chrys reaches out her hands for me, making little clapping sounds as she opens and closes them.
And I go to her.
I murmur against her lips. Tell her exactly how much we love her.
I don’t know how much she understands, but I know she’sverywell aware.
The click of a lube bottle opening makes me glance back at Shock, standing behind Risk.
I’m not going to be happy until all three of you have come.
Chrys’ thoughts wander through my own and I turn back to her, taking her lips with my own.Making you happy is so easy.
She laughs against my lips, and I slip my hand beneath her sweater. Her skin is soft, and she twitches as my fingers coast along her.
The laughter in our bond doesn’t reach her lips.
“Tomorrow,” she says softly. “Tomorrow, we can go back to normal.”
I drop my forehead and nod. “If that’s what you want, that’s what you’ll get.”
My mates can have everything they want.
Which is why I ease back from her and let Shock take my place.
Lips twisted in a sly smile, Shock moves behind her and drags her up his body, leaning her against him so she can watch…
The instructions in his mind are clear enough, and Risk is waiting.
The bottle of lube rests next to his knee, and I use it liberally. Slicking myself and him as well, even though Shock did a thorough job.
Don’t be shy.
If Risk wasn’t facing away from me, he’d have seen my eyes roll. He can goad Shock into fucking him rough and ragged… I prefer to make him work for it.
There’s nothing rough and ragged about what Shock is doing now.
Arms wrapped around Chrys, he kisses the sparkles at her throat, and she eases her legs apart.
