Considering they hadn’t talked to her in weeks, Keegan wasn’t sure what to expect. A short time ago, she’d been in tears, and now she was that uninhibited free spirit he remembered from their first night together. Was it that easy? Could they move forward, put the past behind them without some long, drawn-out conversation to go along with it?
Not that he was complaining. Keegan had never been the one for talking. Not with women. He’d never had anything to contribute. Sex was sex. It had nothing to do with love.
But didn’t they need to nitpick everything that had gone wrong so they could ensure it went right in the future? That was what a relationship entailed, did it not?
Feigning a casualness his body was most definitely belying, Keegan rolled to his back, tucked his hands beneath his head. If talking was necessary, he was willing to put forth the effort because this was important. Bristol was important.
“So whaddya wanna do now?”
Bristol giggled and to his utter surprise, she was sitting up, then she was straddling his hips, leaning over him, her hair falling down around them both.
“Are you tellin’ me you’re bored, Keegan Walker?”
He smirked. “What if I am?”
Her eyes flashed with mischief and he laughed.
The bed moved and he felt Kaden’s arm against his, his brother having taken up the spot she vacated.
When it came to sex with a woman, they’d never had to plan how it would play out. They were so in tune with one another, it just worked. A couple of women had been put off by that, but Keegan had never thought much of it. No, they didn’t touch each other because …eww. However, to be intimate with a woman the way they were, it required they be comfortable around one another. And they were. Ultimately, it was about the woman’s pleasure, not their own. They derived theirs from pleasing her.
Sliding his hands up Bristol’s thighs, Keegan let her smooth skin tease his palms. When she didn’t stop him, he ventured higher, his thumbs caressing the crease where her thighs met her torso. Bristol sat up then, inhaling deeply as she stared down to watch his hands move over her.
For a brief moment, he had a mental image of her pregnant, her belly round with their baby. He had never given that much thought, but the idea was a major turn-on.
When she looked up, her gaze shifted to Kaden, and then in a move that surprised him, she repositioned so that she was straddling Keegan’s right thigh and Kaden’s left.
That was an interesting turn of events, not to mention a highly intoxicating move on her part. Most women didn’t quite understand how to include them both at the same time. But that didn’t seem to be a problem for Bristol. In fact, it was something she was damn good at. If he didn’t know better, he would’ve said it was natural.
“Touch yourself,” Kaden instructed, his voice laced with gravel.
Her eyes darted between their faces momentarily, but then her hands began wandering up over her hips, her belly, pausing to cup her beautiful tits.
Keegan was enraptured, watching as she tweaked her nipples, sighing as she did.
“Lean forward,” Keegan stated.
She did.
“A little more,” Kaden added.
Bristol shifted forward and he was aware she was being careful because her knees were in prime positions between their legs.
“Keep comin’, darlin’,” Keegan said with a smile.
Then she was leaning forward, her hands on their shoulders to brace herself as her hair fell down in a silk curtain once more.
When Kaden lifted his head to suckle her breast, Keegan mirrored his brother’s movements, licking her other distended nipple until it hardened into a tighter point. Bristol moaned and sighed, leaning down lower as they feasted on her, sucking, licking, nipping. Before long, she was grinding her sweet pussy along their thighs, while Keegan’s cock was trying to fight its way out from behind his zipper.
Keegan was entirely focused when Bristol moved, her body tilting because she’d shifted her hand, tugging at his T-shirt while he still had a mouthful of her firm tit.
He took the hint, releasing her before jerking the cotton upward, over his head, and onto the floor. She must’ve given Kaden the same signal, because he performed the same move, both of them eventually shirtless beneath her. He missed the warmth of her against his lips when she sat up, her gaze trailing down their chests, lower.
When her palm flattened on his stomach, sliding upward, the sensations took over. He loved that she touched them at the same time. Although Bristol came across as a sweet, innocent woman, Keegan suspected deep down, there was a wildcat eager to break free. She spent so much of her time playing for an audience, all those parents who trusted her to care for her children. At some point, she had disregarded her own needs, ignored her own desires in order to ensure she maintained that trust.
Keegan fully intended to be the one to take her on that trip to the wild side, to show her things she’d never imagined, never quite fantasized about. The taboo if you would.
Bristol’s movements halted, her head lifting, her gaze meeting first his, then Kaden’s. He could see something in her eyes, knew she needed something, but it was imperative that she tell them. The last thing they ever did was make assumptions when it came to interactions such as this. It was easier to take cues from a woman, to let her set the pace.
Keegan knew once they learned more about what she wanted, what she needed, it would be different, but until then, they had to leave it to her to decide where they went from here.
Turned out, she didn’t disappoint.
