“You do?”
“Why wouldn’t I?”
Stevie shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe because I can’t give you what he can.”
Nico’s eyes warmed. “And he can’t give me what you can.”
She smiled, her cheeks warming. “Touché.”
“With both of you, I have the best of everything.”
Okay. So she hadn’t looked at it that way.
His lips settled over hers, soft and sweet. She kissed him back, sliding her fingers into the hair at his nape. It was so soft, so silky. She loved that she got to touch him whenever she wanted. It sure beat having to suck down alcohol just to get a moment with him.
The kiss went nuclear within minutes. Probably had something to do with Nico’s hands roaming under her sweatshirt. She’d removed her bra earlier, so there was nothing between his callused fingers and her sensitive nipples as he caressed her.
“Take this off,” he whispered, lifting up so she could have room to do so.
A second later, her sweatshirt was on the floor. She heard Jäger move, knew he was going to run off with it. At the moment, she didn’t care. She wanted Nico to keep touching her the way he was.
Unfortunately, he stopped.
“What’re you doin’?”
“Gettin’ your phone,” he said as he reached over her head.
“What for?” If he thought for one second that they were going to record what he was doing, the man was out of his fucking mind.
He passed her the phone. “I want you to text Stone. Tell him to come over.”
“Are you—ahh!” A whimper escaped when his lips circled her nipple, the gentle rasp of his tongue sending electric sparks across her chest.
“Text him,” he muttered, licking her nipple before shifting to give attention to the other one.
Holding her phone up, she managed to pull up the text thread. She fumbled a few times, backspaced more than she could count, thanks to Nico’s wicked mouth on her breasts. Finally, she hit send.
Before she could set the phone down, it buzzed in her hand.
“He’s pullin’ up now,” she rasped, dragging air into her lungs as her lust skyrocketed.
“Great minds,” Nico mumbled between licks. “Is the door unlocked?”
Stevie arched her back, trying to see the door without disrupting his ministrations. “I think so.”
“Good.”
“Why’s that—” Her words were cut off when Nico moved, dragging her sweatpants down her legs, taking her panties with them.
He settled between her legs, grinning wide before he dipped his head.
A knock sounded as pleasure slammed into her.
“It’s … open!”
She prayed Stone wasn’t with anyone. If so, they were going to get an eyeful because Nico didn’t stop licking her pussy when the door opened. Jäger yipped excitedly, but Stevie barely heard it over her pulse thundering in her ears.
“What’s up, little guy?” Stone’s deep baritone sounded from the front of the house.
