“I’m okay with that,” he told her, nuzzling her neck as he pulled her into him. “Damn, you smell good.”
Bristol moaned when Keegan pressed his lips against her skin.
“Perhaps dinner should wait,” Keegan said, obviously speaking loud enough for Kaden to hear. “Maybe we should just feast on you.” Keegan slid his hands beneath Bristol’s sweatshirt. “She’s not wearin’ a bra,” he announced.
Kaden wasn’t sure why he liked that, but his cock jerked behind his zipper.
“Fucking hell,” Keegan rumbled as he lifted the sweatshirt higher.
Kaden grabbed his beer, leaned his hip against the counter, and watched.
“Hold this up,” Keegan told her.
Bristol gripped the sweatshirt, holding it high enough to keep her breasts visible. From the way she was sitting, Kaden could see the lovely pale globes and her pretty pink nipples, and his mouth watered with the need to taste her.
“Turn toward me,” Keegan instructed.
Kaden had expected her to shift her torso toward Keegan, but Bristol evidently had other plans, because she got to her feet, straddled his thighs, then lifted her sweatshirt again.
“This is nice,” Keegan mumbled, pressing his palms against her back as he pulled her toward him, letting his breath fan her nipple. “So fuckin’ nice.”
Suddenly Kaden wished Keegan was the one cooking dinner. Why had he offered again?
Kaden’s view was blocked from the action, but he got the gist. He knew Keegan was teasing her nipples, laving her breasts. He had to satisfy himself with the sounds of Bristol’s pleasure, those soft moans that escaped her even as she pressed her chest toward Keegan in an attempt to get closer.
“Take it off,” Keegan muttered.
No hesitation on her part. Bristol discarded the sweatshirt, tossing it aside before her hands cupped Keegan’s head, holding him in place while he feasted on her once again.
They remained like that for long minutes, driving Kaden absolutely batshit crazy. Somehow he managed to focus on the steaks, not wanting dinner to burn.
“Dinner’s ready,” he finally announced, hating to break up their little party.
Releasing Bristol’s nipple with a resoundingpop, Keegan sat up.
“Don’t bother gettin’ dressed,” Kaden told her, delivering two of the three plates to the table. “I like you topless.”
When he stepped back, Keegan helped Bristol to her feet so she could sit in the other chair.
“I’ll do my best to keep my hands to myself,” Keegan said, reaching for his beer.
“I won’t,” Kaden told her when he took his seat.
“Promise?”
“Oh, yeah.”
Her giggle had his chest feeling tighter than it had in a long damn time.
And that wasn’t a good thing, he realized.
*
Never in her life had Bristol eaten dinner naked.
Well, not when there were other people around, anyway.
And fine, she wasn’t completely naked. She still had on her pajama shorts although they weren’t doing much good at all. Especially not when Kaden and Keegan were taking turns sliding their big hands beneath the wide openings and between her legs, their fingers finding her clit, doing wicked hot things to her while she tried to eat. As one might imagine, it was futile to attempt, and she would’ve given up trying long ago, except they seemed intent on ensuring she had dinner. While one would torment, the other would feed her. By the time she had convinced them she couldn’t eat another bite, her entire body was aflame, and she was on the verge of climax.
