Thankfully, no one wanted dessert.
“I’ll do the dishes,” Rafe offered when they were finished.
Bailey stared at him in disbelief.
“What?” He smirked. “I know how to wash dishes.”
She knew he did because she’d worked with him at Moonshiners long enough. But it wasn’t the cleaning she was surprised by. It was how easily he was moving around the apartment. Whatever happened the other day when he’d exorcised his demons had changed him. Bailey was grateful. Not because she would have to worry about him slipping out in the middle of the night, although that was a plus. No, Bailey was grateful because some of the dark clouds had disappeared from Rafe’s eyes. She was sure he wasn’t completely healed, but he had taken the first steps.
“While he does that, I’m in the mood for dessert,” Holt said.
Before Bailey could tell him he was SOL because she wasn’t waiting any longer, Holt picked her up and tossed her over his shoulder. Only then did she realize dessert was a euphemism for exactly what she hoped for.
He carried her into her bedroom and tossed her onto the bed. She bounced and giggled while he quickly stripped her of her shorts and T-shirt. He followed suit, discarding his clothes before settling between her thighs.
“Ohhh,” she moaned when he dragged his tongue from her entrance to her clit.
The man had a wicked tongue.
Time stood still while she succumbed to the exquisite pleasure of his mouth. He didn’t rush, seeming to savor. She realized it was a stall tactic when Rafe appeared in the doorway. His eyes burned hot as soon as he saw them.
Bailey patted the bed, urging him to join them. After ridding himself of his clothes, Rafe stretched out by her side, his cock in his fist. As soon as Holt saw it, he deviated from his task, sucking Rafe into his mouth.
More heat flooded her veins.
They were so beautiful together.
Holt didn’t leave her waiting, though. He caressed her clit with his thumb while he sucked Rafe, then stroked Rafe while he licked her. It went on for a few minutes before Bailey couldn’t take it any longer. She needed more, and since she wanted to watch them, she knew exactly what to do.
“Where’re you going, little rabbit?” Holt asked when she scooted to the far side of the bed. She leaned over, opening her nightstand drawer to retrieve her vibrator.
When she held it up, she was almost positive she saw the disappointment in their eyes.
“You’d rather use a toy than…?”
Bailey smiled. “I wanna watch.”
“Watch what?”
She knew Rafe asked the question to get her to say it. Her face heated, but she pushed past the embarrassment and said, “I wanna watch you fuck Holt.”
“Jesus,” Holt rasped softly. “She’s gonna be the death of me.”
Rafe chuckled even as he moved so quickly neither of them had time to anticipate the move. Rafe straddled the back of Holt’s thighs, pinning him to the bed.
Bailey gasped when Rafe pressed his cock between Holt’s ass cheeks, sliding between them.
Okay, so clearly, she had underestimated their ability to turn her on. There was a good chance she didn’t even need the vibrator. She might come from watching this.
“Lube,” Rafe said, holding out his hand to Bailey.
She gave him a questioning look.
“It’s in the drawer,” Holt said, his words muffled because this face was pressed into the mattress.
Sure enough, she found a small bottle of water-based lubricant in the drawer, still sealed in plastic. She ripped it away, then passed it to Rafe.
“Do I need a condom?” Rafe asked, his question directed at Holt.
