Geoff hauled her up his body and brought her down to kiss his mouth, a demand that made her whimper, especially when the position twisted her onto her side and Chris slid his hand from stomach to hip and captured her ass. Kneading her flesh through the thin denim, he put pressure on the seam between her buttocks with his broad thumb. When Geoff finally broke the kiss, she stared into his intent eyes, wanting that firm mouth back on her.
"That's so you don't forget me while I'm gone tonight," he said. "Just in case, I'll be leaving something with Chris to remind you."
*
When they arrived home, Geoff had an hour to shower and change before he had to leave for his client dinner. Chris flipped on the TV to do some channel surfing while Sam put away the picnic supplies. Geoff's words had a million wild possibilities dancing through her mind, so it was his fault she couldn't settle down. She listened to the faint sound of the shower running in Geoff's room. He hadn't closed the door to his bedroom, and she suspected he hadn't closed the bathroom door, either.
"What do you think he'd do if I went and watched him shower?" she asked, coming back into the living room. She leaned against the back of the occasional chair, doing a deep bend over it to stretch out her back and hips. Yoga had taught her the importance of keeping the body limber, inside and out. She had even more reasons to keep it flexible now.
Chris's attention shifted from the TV to watch her with lazy pleasure. "Since he knows what we're going to do when he's gone, he's probably jerking off so he can pay attention to whatever bullshit he's going to have to do tonight."
She was heading down the hall before she could stop herself, though Chris stopped her with one reproving word. "Sam."
She looked over her shoulder at him with a mischievous smile on her face and a tight feeling in her belly. "Come with me. Let's see if he'll let us both watch."
She was teasing--mostly. Like Chris, she knew it wasn't fair to push Geoff like that when he had to go to work. As such, it surprised her when Chris answered seriously.
"He won't let you watch. Not until it's his idea and he's calling the shots on it." He shifted his gaze back to the TV, watching the screen a little too intently.
How much of this stuff were the two of them talking about, and how much was Chris intuiting? At the park, it seemed he wasn't ready to talk too much about how he and Geoff were interacting on all of this. Yet when they were of a mind to work together regarding her, the results were enough to dissolve her brain.
Pondering that, she returned to lean against the occasional chair. She looked companionably toward the TV, but she imagined Geoff in the shower, water following the curves and angles of his body, strong arms and defined abs, the taut buttocks. He'd be clasping his erection and working it toward a climax in a loosely curled hand. He'd rock up onto the balls of his feet, his head dropping back to expose his throat, a fist tattooing against the tile as the orgasm boiled up and overtook him, his release fountaining from his cock and splashing onto the shower floor.
To keep herself from sprinting down the hallway after all, she moved to the couch and sat next to Chris. Drawing up her feet, she clasped her arms around her knees and studied him. He kept his eyes on the screen.
"If he didn't have to go to work and he would let us watch, would you do it?" she asked. "Would you get aroused by watching him?"
Chris lifted a shoulder. "It's more about you."
She wasn't so sure of that, because of the sudden tension in the shoulder she was leaning against. "Do you think you're less of a man for being attracted to him? Do you think I'd think less of you if you wanted him . . . that way?" She was going to say if you wanted Geoff to top you, but she had a feeling that topic was way the hell off-limits, so she stuck to the safer perimeter. Sex alone.
His lip curled. "It turns you on to think about the two of us together, doesn't it?"
"Exponentially."
Her deliberately perky expression inspired a half smile. "You look like a happy squirrel," he commented. "Why would you want to see two guys together?"
"You and Geoff both like that burger commercial where the two hot girls in bikinis are eating the hamburger at the same time, like they're almost kissing." She frowned. "Though seeing two guys eating the same hamburger would probably just be gross, because most of you have the table manners of farm animals. But kissing, or doing other things . . ." She elbowed him.
He sighed and settled deeper into the couch, stretching his arm across the back of her cushion and crossing his ankles. She cuddled closer to him, reaching up to the tense shoulder to knead. A few minutes later he dropped his arm around her and she laid her head against his shoulder. . "Sleepy?" he asked.
"A little. Too much sunshine. We never did take a nap at the park."
"Take one now."
"Don't want to. I might miss . . . things."
He touched his lips to her cheekbone, his deep voice vibrating against her skin. "I want you to take a nap because you're going to need energy for those things. Lots of energy."
She promptly closed her eyes and affected a snore. He chuckled. "I was right. You're such a brat. Doze off. I'm right here and you won't miss anything. Count on it."
"What are you going to be doing?"
"Thinking about everything I plan to do to you in my bed, soon as the door closes behind Geoff. Which is another reason he's jerking off. He knows I won't wait any longer than it takes him to get in his car and turn over the engine."
She lifted her head and met brown eyes that were no longer mild or gentle. "That makes it really difficult for me to take a nap."
"Try." Chris brushed her mouth with his own. "Lie down and I'll sing to you."