She tasted so damn good. Even better than I’d imagined. My cock thought so too as it grew again. She was pressed against me, but she didn’t pull away as she felt my full length. If anything, she seemed to push herself against it.
God, this felt good. Her mouth was so soft, so pliant. I felt like I could do this for hours, but at last she pulled back, her hand still in my hair.
I licked my lips for one last taste of her, and then smiled at her even though she probably couldn’t see it in the dark. “Maddie?”
“Yes?” she breathed back.
“Tomorrow night… would you wear one of my t-shirts to sleep in?”
“I’d love to.” She squeezed the back of my neck once and then let go, settling on her back in between us.
All was quiet until Kincade spoke up. “My turn again?”
She laughed, as did I. “Go to sleep, you guys. I’ll see you in the morning.”
That sounded like a damn good thing to wake up to in my book.
19
Maddie
“Rise and shine, kids.”
A deep voice broke through the dream I was having. What was it about? Images filled my mind and then faded before I could identify them. Soon, I couldn’t remember any of it at all.
“Time to get up.”
The voice belonged to Brock. I blinked, trying to get my bearings. The covers across my chest were really heavy. No wait, that was Jessie’s arm. It was just below my neck, as if he’d hugged me to him in his sleep. As if I were his favorite teddy bear, I thought with a little giggle.
Kincade was touching me, too. His legs were tangled up with mine the same way I often got tangled up in the sheets. I wasn’t ready to wiggle out from under them, though—even though it was a little awkward with Brock looking down at the three of us. But if they used to share women, they were probably used to this sort of thing.
I felt refreshed even though I’d had a hard time falling asleep last night. I’d eventually realized it was because of two reasons, one good, and one bad. Well, three reasons if you counted Kincade’s light snoring.
Kincade’s invitation to go to Vegas was the main reason I was too excited to sleep. I’d never been to Vegas, and I’d always wanted to. Hell, I hadn’t even stayed in a Cabot Hotel though I’d heard they were very nice. I’d looked them up online after Doug had revealed who his family was and that one branch of them owned the chain.
The thought of meeting with a lingerie designer was the best part. Over the years, I’d had a lot of ideas for lingerie that might look good on me, feel comfortable, and provide support where I needed it, but that kind of thing required advanced sewing skills and far superior equipment. Still, I was sure I could sketch out some of my ideas for the designer.
And maybe Brock and Jessie could fly out and join us. That would be amazing.
The other thing that had kept me up was more troublesome, and that was the man currently standing at the foot of the bed. Though Brock hadn’t explained much about his inability to sleep with anyone near him, I could tell that it troubled him deeply, and that there was likely more to the story. And that worried me.
Impatiently, Brock sat on the corner of the bed, causing Jessie to yelp.
“Jesus,” he said as he moved his legs out of the way. “It’s like a bear sitting on you. Tomorrow, let Maddie wake me up. I’m sure she’ll be gentler.”
Unable to resist, I reached down and pinched his fine ass. “Never assume,” I said as he yelped again.
Brock chuckled, and then leaned over to give Kincade a shove. Kincade’s eyes stayed closed as he mumbled something. Then he flipped over and pressed his face against my shoulder. His nose was all but buried in my hair and I was concerned about his ability to breathe, but all in all, it felt good to be snuggled up with two warm, ripped bodies.
If only the third one was in the mix.
I looked up at Brock. Sometimes his eyes were so unreadable that he might as well have been wearing his mirrored sunglasses. Then his expression grew impatient. “If you two don’t open your eyes in ten seconds, I’m pulling the covers and the beautiful woman off you.”
I giggled, and he winked at me.
Jessie opened one eye, blinked, and then closed it again. Technically, I supposed that counted. Kincade didn’t even stir, so I put my hand on his chest and shoved. That made him grumble.
“You guys are pathetic, but listen up anyway,” Brock ordered. “I have a plan for today.”
“Does it involve swimming?” I asked, since we’d swam every morning so far.