He panted as his pleasure waned, holding himself so far into me surely Jack could feel him against his palm on my belly.
Jack took me in his arms as Sam pulled out, tugging another whimper from me. Jack tucked me in beside him on the bed, my cheek resting on his chest, one arm over his waist. Sam had gone to the en suite bathroom to dispose of the condom, but returned quickly and moved to lay behind me. I was still between them and I felt… well used, well fucked. Protected.
My eyes were too heavy to open, my body too replete to do more than idly swirl my fingers through the hair on Jack's chest. I couldn’t even think of any reason why what we’d just done was a bad idea. I knew the thoughts would eventually surface, but not now.
Sam kissed my shoulder. “Sleep, doll. You're going to need it.”
CHAPTER FIVE
SAM
As I expected, when the sun came up, so did every one of Katie's walls. Jack, used to getting up at the butt crack of dawn, was in the kitchen when Katie stumbled down for coffee. I'd woken when she had, and soon followed. I felt loose and relaxed in a way I hadn't felt in a long while. A way that only several orgasms could achieve. Jack had the same shit eating grin that I knew I wore.
How Katie was walking properly, especially in those sky high heels, was beyond me. After I fucked her the first time, we took a little break before she woke up to Jack's head buried between her thighs. We'd taken her a few very creative ways—except at the same time—until she passed out with exhaustion.
“Coffee,” she muttered, standing beside the coffeemaker waiting for Jack to pour her a cup. She grabbed onto the mug like a lifeline and breathed in the rich scent before taking her first slip.
“Do you need—”
She held up her hand, cutting me off, as she stared at the steam coming off her drink. “No talking until I have coffee.”
I nodded slowly, then took the mug that Jack handed me. He grinned and we watched Katie drink her coffee, all rumpled and looking well fucked.
It should have been an awkward silence, but either Katie's brain didn't turn on until after coffee—something to remember—or she wasn't the least bothered by tag teaming two men last night. When she put her empty mug on the counter a few minutes later, it seemed it was a little of both.
“I guess I'm not getting my panties back?” she asked Jack, her voice that stern librarian tone again.
Shit. My cock thickened in my pants realizing she wasn't wearing anything beneath that cute skirt.
Jack grinned and slowly shook his head. “Nope. And, like I said last night, if you wear them around us, we'll keep taking them.”
Her mouth fell open, but she quickly shut it. Narrowed her eyes. There was the look. God, I loved that look. All ball withering and in complete control. I wanted to take her right back upstairs and make that go away. Nah, I could just bend her over the kitchen table.
“And my phone? If I see either of you again, will I be handing that over, too?”
“Not if. When.” Jack crossed his arms over his chest and didn't smile. “Sweetness, we might control you in the bedroom, but there's no way in fucking hell we want to control your life. I couldn't juggle that many balls if I were in the circus.”
She opened her mouth to speak, but Jack shut her down. “But, if it's after business hours and you're working your tail off, then the answer's hell yes, we'll take your phone.”
Katie held out her hand and practically tapped her foot on the kitchen floor waiting.
Jack pulled the phone from his shirt pocket—he was the only one of us wearing fresh clothes since we were in his house—and handed it to her.
Spinning on her heel, she walked out of the kitchen with her head down, her fingers flying over the screen. Her heels clicked on the wood floors to the front door as she started talking to herself.
I looked to Jack and he just smiled and shook his head once more. “She talks to herself when she's stressed.”
“There's no service here!” she called, her voice angry and panicked at the same time. “I can’t check my email. No texts. No voicemail messages. It's after nine in New York. Do you have any idea—”
“Woman,” I shouted, putting my mug on the granite counter. “Chill the fuck out and I'll get you back to civilization.”
“Keys to the truck are by the door. Tonight?” Jack asked before I walked out.
I grinned. “Winding her down is going to be a nightly occurrence.”
***
“Are we going to pretend last night never happened?” I asked.