“I’ll have to take your word for it,” she said off-handedly before downing the rest of her wine.
“Is that a dare?” Stone asked. “I think it’s a dare.”
She gave him her best cocky smile as she pushed her chair back and grabbed her plate. “I’ll be in the kitchen washin’ dishes.”
“I’ll help.” Stone got to his feet before she could decline the offer.
Stevie grinned, hurrying into the house, careful not to step on Jäger as he bounced along beside her, still hoping for a snack.
She set her plate and empty glass down on the counter, then snuck him a small piece of the plain steak Nico had set aside before he added the sauce. Stevie knew she was being a helicopter mom, but she was looking up every ingredient they came across to see whether dogs could have it. Apparently, garlic was toxic to dogs, so she’d told Nico as much. She was pretty sure one bite of their food wouldn’t hurt him, but she wasn’t taking any chances.
“That’s all you get. Don’t tell on me, okay?”
Stone and Nico were right behind her, bringing in the rest of their dishes. Before she knew what was happening, Stone was elbowing her out of the way so he could take over dish duty.
Before she could pelt him with feigned outrage, Nico picked her up and set her on the counter beside the sink.
“What’re you—”
She didn’t get the sentence out because his mouth fused to hers, his lips warm and soft, his hands gentle as they cupped her face. Her train of thought vanished, her entire existence zeroing in on the feel of his tongue sweeping into her mouth.
Oh, yeah. She could get used to this. A hot, sexy cowboy doing the dishes while another hot, sexy man kissed her. This had to be what heaven was like.
Nico’s hands shifted from her face, sliding downward. Slowly, gently. She loved the way he touched her. More so now that they’d come to this understanding. They weren’t pretending anymore. They were making their desire for one another public, no longer ignoring the combustible heat that churned between them.
He tugged the hem of her sweatshirt, lifting it, urging her to raise her arms. She did, allowing him to drag it up and over her head, setting it on the counter beside her. His hands returned, curling around her ribs as his thumbs slid underneath her bra to tease her nipples.
Stevie pulled back, giving him more room to maneuver, gasping for air as her body pulsed with arousal. He was hardly teasing her, but combined with the fact Stone was there, it was too much.
“Take it off,” Stone commanded from his spot at the sink. He was diligently rinsing the dishes and tucking them into the dishwasher, but he was watching both of them.
Nico flipped the front clasp of her bra, then slowly peeled it off her breasts, his eyes locked on the flesh he revealed. A chill swept over her, but it had nothing to do with the temperature in the room.
Stevie whimpered when Nico cupped both breasts, plumping them as he leaned in and licked her nipple. He teased one, then the other, until they were taut. Only then did he close his lips around one, sucking gently. Too gently.
She stared down at him, watching as his mouth did magical things to her sensitive nipples.
“Harder,” she rasped, wanting to feel a bite of pain.
Nico delivered, sucking hard. Her head fell back on her shoulders as she cried out. She grabbed his head, holding him to her so he wouldn’t stop.
She was aware of the water turning off, her attention shifting to Stone as he grabbed a towel to dry his hands. He was watching intently, his heated gaze locked on Nico’s mouth as it did wondrous things to her.
Clearly aware that Stone was finished with his task, Nico stepped to the side, focusing on her right breast, leaving room for Stone to join in the action. He didn’t hesitate, his gaze meeting hers as he stepped forward. But he didn’t touch her the way she expected. Instead, he cupped the back of Nico’s head, his other arm sliding around behind her, his big palm flattening on her back.
Stevie couldn’t resist touching him, so she slipped her fingers into the cool softness of his hair while they watched Nico lick and lave her breast. Her breaths were ragged, sawing in and out of her lungs because it was overwhelming. Both of them here. It was what she’d dreamed about for so long. It felt almost surreal.
“Kiss me, Stevie,” Stone growled softly.
She shifted her attention to Stone, although she didn’t release Nico’s head. She was still holding him to her, her fingers brushing Stone’s as he did the same.
She moaned when he nipped her lower lip before kissing her with that alpha aggression she’d craved for so long.
Every cell in her body was sparking, her nerve endings buzzing as the pleasure radiated through her being. Their touch was intoxicating, making it hard to breathe. She was grateful she was sitting down; otherwise, she would’ve been a puddle on the floor.
“More,” she whimpered when Stone released her mouth.
“Baby, we’re not gonna stop until you’ve come a dozen times.”
