Twice now she’d made love with all three guys, and twice Sawyer hadn’t done more than come in her mouth. Not that she minded, but she wanted him deep inside her body. She wanted her legs wrapped around those muscled thighs as he pumped and strained against her.
A ragged moan escaped as her clit started throbbing in response.
She sighed and rolled over, burying her face in her pillow. This wasn’t something that could be addressed between the four of them. This was more personal to her and Sawyer. How the hell did he expect this to work when he spent his time avoiding her during sex?
The tension between them was tangible. She wanted him, and he wanted her. She was no dummy. But she had to crack through whatever moronic thoughts he had in regard to making love to her.
Yeah, he was rough around the edges. He’d always approached most things like a bull in a china closet, but damn it, she knew that. Hell,everyoneknew that.
There were only a few possibilities for his reluctance. One, he wasn’t really into performing in front of two other guys. He’d seemed markedly squeamish about coming into contact with Cam when she’d asked him to touch her. And really, she couldn’t blame him for that. It still made her nervous to be making love with more than one guy at a time.
Two, he didn’t want her.
Three, he was afraid of hurting her or scaring her.
Since two was obviously not the answer, it had to be one or three. She was betting it was a combination of the two.
She didn’t know what to do about one, but she could damn sure do something about three.
With a determined twist to her lips, she rolled out of bed and headed for the shower. Sawyer and Hutch were heading to the job site early, and Cam had phone calls and plans to go over. She had her own agenda, which included checking in with the chief and also with Michael to see if he’d been out to the house to get the security measures she’d asked for in place. She needed it done before they headed back.
The house was quiet. She’d talked to Michael, and his guys were finishing up at the house as they spoke. She’d missed the chief when she called the station but had talked to Jeremy. They wanted Cam, Sawyer and Hutch to come in for questioning as soon as possible, and she didn’t relish passing along that information. They’d want to know why, and whether she told them or the chief told them, they’d find out that the case was a lot more complicated.
She curled up on the couch and closed her eyes. A dull ache had inserted itself in her temples.
Once they were questioned, it wouldn’t really matter if they knew about the security measures she’d had Michael install at the house. It would probably be easier if she just told them herself rather than let it all come out later.
What she worried about was Hutch’s reaction if the finger pointed at some personal vendetta against him. He’d want to take off and put as much distance between him and the others as possible. It was likely what she would do. Hell, she’d tried it herself when it looked as though she might be the focal point of the threat.
She couldn’t, wouldn’t, let him do that. They had to stay together. Hutch would make himself too easy a target by going off alone. And she wouldn’t be able to protect him.
The quiet hum of the ceiling fan lulled her to sleep. The next thing she was aware of was the murmur of voices.
“She’s cute all curled up on the couch,” Hutch said.
Sawyer made a rude noise. “She’ll kick your ass for calling her cute. But yeah, she is kinda sweet looking. You know, when she’s asleep and doesn’t have her knee in your balls.”
She grinned and cracked open one eye. “You two are so full of shit.”
Hutch ambled over and dropped a kiss on her forehead. “’Lo, sleepyhead.”
“What time is it?” she asked. A giant yawn nearly cracked her jaw, and she rubbed it as she sat up.
Sawyer glanced at his watch. “Nearly five.”
Her eyes popped open wider. “Five in the afternoon? Holy shit, I slept the entire day.”
Hutch opened his mouth, but she stilled him with a glare. “Don’t say it. Just shut up.”
He turned his palms up. “What?”
“He wouldn’t dare lecture you about how you need the rest and how it’s about time you took it,” Sawyer said. Then he grinned. “But I would.”
She tossed a small pillow at him, which he caught and lobbed back at her head.
“You guys get everything straightened out at work?”
“Yeah,” Hutch said. “Where’s Cam anyway? He still holed up in his office?”
