They ate the lovely meal David prepared for them at the kitchen table. Reese’s headlong rush to get upstairs slowed only long enough to savor David’s miraculous cooking and to enjoy watching Hodges take his first bite. Food aside, it was obvious the more Hodges got to know David, the more he liked him. Add in the food, and Hodges practically had hearts in his eyes.
Not that Reese or Mati could talk.
And why Reese managed to break a personal record on completing the clean-up.
He closed the dishwasher with a firm snap. “Ready for bed?”
Hodges leaped to his feet. “That’s my cue to run.” He kissed Mati’s cheek—a new, but very welcome gesture that made her smile happily—and dashed for the door, calling, “I’ll be in my apartment with headphones on if you need me,” over his shoulder on his way out.
Mati frowned at the swinging door. “I had no idea Hodges was so prudish.”
“Do you want to picturehimhaving sex?” Reese asked.
Mati grimaced. “No.”
“Okay, now imagine him having sex with two people.”
She laughed even as she shuddered. “Okay, you’ve made your point.”
David stood and held out his hand. “If you two are done being ridiculous…”
Mati took it, and he held the other out to Reese.
Reese slipped his fingers between David’s, happy to follow in their wake and shut off lights with his free hand on the way upstairs. They didn’t stop until they’d entered the master suite and closed the door behind them.
Mati’s hands slid around Reese from behind, fluttering over his chest, pulling his shirt from his pants and picking at the buttons. One of David’s palms smoothed over Reese’s ass.
Reese’s knees went weak with relief and desire. He tucked his hands under David’s shirt and rubbed warm bare skin, then dragged David’s shirt over his head, admiring the swell of his biceps and the cut of his abs. He smelled like Reese’s soap, which gave him an unexpected possessive thrill.
While Reese indulged his senses by running his hands over every inch of David he could reach, tucking his nose to the juncture of David’s neck and shoulder and letting his tongue wander as he went, Mati eagerly stripped off her clothes and divested Reese of his. When they were all down to bare skin, Reese folded down the comforter and quilt. The wide mattress and simple white fitted sheet were like a blank canvas.
His bed had never held so much potential.
Mati ran her hands over his chest. “Go shower.”
“Alone?” he asked.
She grinned. “I’ll be there in a minute.”
Reese didn’t know what to make of that, but he obediently went into the master bath and turned the shower heads on full blast. Like the king bed, the large shower, with its three showerheads, had been an extravagance when he’d had them installed, but now proved to be a convenience. A perfect shower for three people.
Reese jumped in and made quick work of cleaning himself, running as clinical a hand as he could manage over his cock, his sac, and along the crease of his ass.
Mati stepped into the shower. “Can I help?”
He nodded as he slipped a soapy fingertip around his rim, the tight muscles giving easily under the hot water.
Mati’s fingers traced his, her lips brushing his shoulder. “We’re not going to make it back to the bed if you keep this up.”
He shuddered and pulled his fingers away, turning to rinse off the soap.
Mati stepped under another spray, careful to keep the hair piled high on her head dry. She propped her foot on the bench, reached for the soap, and pulled Reese closer, encouraging him to help wash away the evidence of their lovemaking in the pool house.
“You two ever coming back out?” David asked a few minutes later, sounding amused.
Reese hadn’t heard him come into the bathroom. Mati was still slick beneath his fingers. Or was slick again. Whichever, it was a battle he was enjoying losing.
In an act of sheer will, Reese put away the soap, rinsed off, and opened the fogged glass door to find David holding a bath sheet. He stepped out and was immediately enveloped in soft cotton and David’s strong arms. His skin was buzzing by the time David was done rubbing him down.
