“I want a show,” I retorted, only half joking. “Bought my ticket this morning.”
Nash crawled onto the bed, biceps rippling, his sweet gaze earnest as he took my face in his hand. “You don’t have to just watch. I’ll do anything you want.”
Story of our lives. But I was happy to watch. I was happy to sleep through it. I was happy to be somewhere else while my men loved each other the way they deserved.
The way they lovedme. “Make him feel good,” I whispered. “Whatever that means for him right now. It’s been a long day.”
Nash caught my drift as Locke reached the bedroom, his footsteps heavier than usual as he frowned at his phone.
Intercepting him, Nash took the phone, checked it was onloud, and set it aside, guiding him to the bed. As much as Locke ever let us guide him, at least. He was the wise one in our trifecta. The teacher. Thecalmone, unless Nash had his unholy way with him.
Locke sat on the edge of the bed. Nash stepped between his legs and kissed him before he could wonder what the fuck was going on. And I knew that kiss. I’d survived it, barely, over and over, and watching Nash inflict it on Locke never got old.
My men were made for each other. Nash bore down on Locke and as Locke tipped back onto the bed, they became a mass of ink and strength, every tattooed limb entwined, even as Locke reached for me.
I made myself available enough that his head landed in what little of my lap wasn’t taken up by my giant stomach. Locke stared up at me, those sea-green eyes crinkling at the side as he smiled.
Then his eyesrolled, and I knew Nash hadn’t wasted any time getting busy with his mouth.
Locke had stamina for days when he set his mind to it. But Nash loved to learn, and by now he knew every one of Locke’s sweet spots as well as he knew mine. And Lord, though I lacked the mobility for participation, watching him turn Locke into a shivering wreck was the hottest thing I’d ever seen.
I claimed Locke’s mouth as he came, smirking against his lips. “You like that?”
Locke groaned, his big hands sliding around my throat to cup my skull. “I like most things you put him up to.”
A dirty laugh escaped me, and I sank into a messy kiss with him, prepared to endure the pulsing between my legs. The heat. Thewant. The view as Locke broke away to beckon Nash into his mouth.
It was a sight I’d once seen in my filthiest dreams. Now, it was my reality, and desire swept through my tired body, eclipsing the aches and strains, hooked on how well Locke knew Nash too. How deep he took Nash down his throat, and how viscerally Nash reacted.
His rough moan.
His unhinged jaw.
Locke wasn’t in my lap anymore. My legs widened, the shirt I wore riding up my thighs. He noticed and found my pussy with his thick fingers, my clit with his laser-accurate thumb, and my head tipped back with a groan.
So good. And he was still so hard too.
You’re not old, honey, you’re in your prime.
And I was at his mercy. We both were—me and Nash. We’d come at him with a plan, but he’d pulled us in for the ride, and it was the easiest thing in the world to sink into it, grinding against his hand while I wrapped my fingers around his cock. Satin over steel, Locke wasbig. Too big for me right now, but I craved it anyway. Imagined it, pictured it. Opened my eyes to a whole new world as Nash and Locke shifted around, and I found myself guiding Locke inside Nash.
Oh holy hell. I hadn’t seen this in a while, and it was every bit as hypnotic as it had always been.
Made for each other, remember?
As if I could forget.
Locke and Nash rocked together for as long as Nash’s damaged leg held him up. Then Locke put Nash on his belly, between my legs, his mouth picking up where Locke’s fingers had left off, and Locke slid into him from behind.
Nash was less delicate than me. He took it hard, but his mouth never faltered, working me up into a frenzy that made my skin shine with sweat and my breath come in short, sharp pants, sweet relief washing over me as I came long before Nash and Locke did.
Not pregnant, I’d have hung on for more, but I didn’t want my men distracted by my wellbeing. Not when they needed this as much as I did.
I simmered down and threaded my fingers into Nash’s hair, tugging him up for air. His hooded gaze met mine, and I saw the love shining beneath the pleasure Locke drove into him, and when I lost him to it.
Watching Nash come, I loved it, especially like this. The way he gave himself up to it, any inhibitions long healed. The way he found my hands in the dark and twined his fingers with mine, like he had sixteen years ago.
Our love for Locke was newer but every bit as potent. I watched him shudder and release inside Nash, and everything was as perfect as it was going to get while we waited out the next six days.