Toward the back of the dining room, a leaded-glass door drew Raine’s attention. She tiptoed toward it. Her head told her this was now her house. Her shock told her not to touch or break something that belonged to someone else. Carefully, she pushed at the door.
Hammer grabbed her arm. “Brace yourself.”
A little warning gong resounded through her. She could easily dial back her expectations since the house had already far surpassed anything she’d imagined.
She smiled his way, then Liam’s. “Whatever is behind this door will be great. I can make anything work.”
Nodding, Hammer cupped the curve of her waist before his palm took a slow slide down her ass. “Good girl. Go on.”
Tummy tightening, Raine poked at the swinging door. As it opened, Liam flipped on the light. She filed into the space, seeing a sizeable butler’s pantry immediately to her left. Then the portal swung wide, and she spotted the kitchen.
Her jaw dropped. She couldn’t speak.
Gleaming marble floors, medium-toned walnut cabinets, every appliance known to man. She wandered around the room, checking out the Sub-Zero refrigerator built in behind faux panels to match the rest of the room, the convection and conventional ovens, the six-burner gas cooktop… Amazing. This was a cook’s paradise, complete with two sinks, one in the huge island that seated three on wide, black leather barstools. A wine fridge, a storage rack for stems, and a lovely door that led to the backyard. This kitchen just kept on giving.
“Anything you want to change?”
She wasn’t terribly fond of the black granite counters, mostly because she suspected they would be a bitch to keep clean. But spending time here would be a treat. “No.”
Hammer faced her and leaned down until they stood eye to eye. “You forget how well I can read you. Let’s try again. Anything you want to change?”
Raine didn’t want to seem ungrateful, but Hammer was insistent. “The countertops.”
A wide smile spread across his face as he sauntered over to Liam, who looked about ready to burst with his grin. They high-fived one another.
“What’s that about?” she asked.
“We both guessed you’d feel that way, love,” Liam supplied. “I had a feeling when I bought this house that the kitchen would be your favorite room, but I saw you wanting something brighter that matched your personality.”
The fact that he’d thought of the interior design in such detail touched her. In fact, they looked very pleased with themselves. She was pretty happy, too.
At the far end of the kitchen, a long, narrow room housed a full-sized washer and dryer, a long countertop for folding, and a stainless-steel sink for industrial cleaning. A kitschy ironing board pulled out from the wall. Whoever had built the house really had thought of everything.
The kitchen led to a pale yellow breakfast nook surrounded by three walls of windows that overlooked the backyard. When Liam flipped a switch, light flooded the back patio. A pool glimmered just outside. Raine couldn’t wait to walk out and see it.
Through a back door, the three of them pushed their way into the moonlight. Raine blinked and stared at their own personal Shangri-La. Unreal…
The pool lay like a blue oasis across the yard, long, curved, and serene, surrounded by a spa, fountains, and classical urns filled with ferns and flowers. Giant palms swayed in the slight breeze all around the pool like solid sentries, ensuring privacy.
“You know what I was thinking when I first saw this yard?” Liam asked with a grin.
Raine scanned the space. Surrounded by the house on one side, the towering plants and full shrubs on two more, and another two-storied structure she couldn’t identify, the pool and patio were completely private. Even the gazes of nosy neighbors in their big houses on either side couldn’t penetrate the wall of greenery. Only someone in a helicopter could see them. Maybe.
She shook her head at Liam. “That I won’t need a bathing suit.”
His smile widened and turned devilish as he cupped her breast. “Exactly. I mean to fuck you out here. A great deal.”
Hammer ambled up behind her and wrapped an arm around her waist. Then his hand drifted down to cup her pussy. “Hmm. I see more than one surface I can bend you over and fill you with my cock.”
Raine gasped. Her head rolled back on Hammer’s shoulder. Liam moved in and trailed kisses down her neck, then reached into her shirt and pulled one breast from her bra and over the V-neck. The wind barely caressed her nipple before he engulfed it in his mouth. As she gasped, Hammer lifted her swishy skirt, tucked his fingers under the elastic of her panties, and began rubbing her clit.
“God, that’s so fucking sexy,” Hammer groaned as he watched Liam suck on her nipple. “You’re so wet.”
Her body felt wide open to them. The pleasure they never failed to bestow sent her head reeling, her body aching…her soul pleading for more.