They both turn on me. “Don’t worry, pixie. As soon as we’re done eating you’re getting a shot in your mouth, too.” Chase smiles cheekily, spraying some more whipped cream on Shane’s collar before provocatively licking it off. Every inch of my body palpitates, pulsates and pounds. The eroticism in his statement—and actions—has my fucking hormones clamoring out of control.
Focus. Let’s not publicize how weak they make you straight out of the gate.
The waffle iron dings before I can toss back my own snarky remark.
“Plates?” I request, my voice stained. Shane jumps up to grab them.
I pull the golden waffles out of the iron then toss each one in the cinnamon sugar mixture while they’re still hot. Once coated with a thick crust, I place some cut strawberries and whipped cream on top.
“Breakfast is served.” I push their plates in front of them.
“Aren’t you going to eat?” Shane asks with a small frown.
“Yes, but I want to watch the two of you first.”
“Get off on seeing things in our mouths?” Shane asks lewdly.
“I get off on seeing how much you enjoy the things in your mouth.” I lean forward and hiss seductively, letting them peek down my shirt.
Both their eyes bulge. Two can play at this game. “Eat.”
“Damn girl, if I wasn’t hard before, I definitely am now.” Chase cuts into the waffle and takes a bite. He pauses, then chews slowly before swallowing. “Holy. Fucking. Shit.”
“You like?” I perk up.
He glances at Shane. “You are so lucky she likes us both because these alone,”—he motions with his fork—“are enough for me to consider a twosome.”
Shane squints at Chase like a petulant child. “You are so lucky I love you.” He shoves some waffle into his mouth.
“It’s hard not to.” Chase keeps eating, indulging in every bite. “Jesus, unbelievable sex and an unbelievable cook. We hit the jackpot.”
“Doesn’t take much to make you two happy, huh.” I joke. “Underneath it all I could be a stark raving lunatic.”
“We doubt it.” Shane disagrees. “We’ve been with one of those. You give off a totally different vibe.”
I assume he’s talking about the woman they were seeing before me. They only mentioned her once, but I’ll admit I’m curious as hell.
“What kind of vibe is that?” I ask tactfully.
“Mellow. Down to earth.”
“She wasn’t either of those things?”
They both shake their head. “She was a materialistic, self-serving bitch who liked to pit us against each other.” Chase sneers resentfully.
Iknow a little bit about self-serving people.
“So what happened?”
“When we refused to give her what she wanted, she left.” Shane shrugs, popping a piece of waffle in his mouth indifferently.
“Which was?”
“A baby.”
“Seriously?” My eyes widen.
They both nod in unison.
