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The smirk is gone, as are all signs of that high-handed amusement he wears like a damned second skin. He studies Bailey for a long moment before meeting my eyes, and I have the most insane idea that he can see every X-rated thought in my head right now.
Hell, maybe he can. God knows I’m tired of hiding it from him, from both of them. So I let him look, let him see every bit of it—all the looks I cut short, the things I didn’t say, the late-night fantasies. I let him read my face like an open book as I remember every second of being inside Bailey, of pounding into her as we cried out his name.
A heartbeat later, Cooper’s kneeling on the floor in front of us.
“Coop—”
He cuts Bailey off with a hard, fast kiss, bracing his weight on our thighs where they’re pressed together on the couch.
“You’re right, Hicks,” he says, pulling back slightly and glancing my way. I can’t breathe at all. “Sharing is better.”
Then he’s kissing me, going full-tilt, stealing the air from my lungs. Bailey’s whimper disappears into Cooper’s growl, her hand clutching at my thigh as Cooper makes quick work of my shirt.
This is madness. This is absolute insanity. There will be no awkward-but-short morning-after with this. For one heart-stopping second, in my mind all I can see is that there aren’t any mornings-after at all—just the three of us, locked together over and over. I can’t see an end to it because it doesn’t end, and it scares the holy hell out of me. It’s enough to make me pull away from him, sucking down air and resting my head on the back of the couch as Cooper works his way down, kissing and licking my chest until I’m about to tear the upholstery off this couch.
He tugs at the button on my jeans and I lift my hips to help, helpless to do anything but what he wants. Bailey kneels up beside me, her mouth at my ear. I can hear her panting already and we’ve barely started. When Cooper finally gets my dick free, Bailey groans, and that sound coupled with Cooper’s mouth on my cock takes me right to the edge.
18
Cooper
So much for “needledick.”
Christ, Drew’s body doesn’t quit—muscles for days, flexing and curving and planing out in all the right spots, nothing feminine about him whatsoever.
The thick head of his cock almost triggers my gag reflex, but only almost. And only because I’m so out of practice. He’s so worked up his hips hitch against the air, trying to get to the back of my throat. I close my eyes to concentrate on taking him and when I manage to swallow around him, his and Bailey’s twin moans have me looking back up to see.
Bailey’s got a hand at her throat, her sweet full lips parted and panting, her eyes glued to me. Sucking off Drew Hicks was already on my top ten hottest encounters ever, but Bailey watching me puts this right at the top of the list. She looks like she might come just from watching us. I make a mental note to exploit that particular detail later and turn my gaze to Drew.
With his head thrown back like that I can’t see his face, but the tension in his body tells me he’s hanging on by a thread. I pull off him slowly, winding my tongue around the head of his cock to test my theory. He sucks in a breath, his abdomen clenching hard. Yep. I shouldn’t feel smug that I got him there so fast. But I do. Probably not very sporting to tease him about it either, but I’ve never claimed to be a good person.
“Looks like somebody could use a breather,” I say, working his spit-slick cock with one hand. That brings his head down, just so he can glare at me properly. My face feels like it might split, I’m grinning so hard.
“Smug is not a good look on you,” he says.
“Liar.” I let him go to wrap both hands around Bailey’s hips and lift her off the couch, setting her on the floor beside me. The glazed look on her face is hot as hell. I have to kiss her, and because she’s Bailey I get lost in her, forgetting why I pulled her down here to begin with. When she works her fingers over my chest and down to the towel now tented in my lap, I break the kiss.
“Jesus, Ross,” I say, catching her hand before she succeeds in stripping me. “You’re a menace. Hold that thought.”
I climb to my feet, adoring the pout on her face and the confusion in her eyes so much I bend down to kiss her again.
“Supply run,” I whisper, my eyes darting over to see Drew watching us hungrily. “Maybe you can help keep him occupied for a minute.”
Bailey grins, rising up on her knees.
“I can handle that,” she says. “Hurry back.”
The lights in our suite are dim so I leave them on; through the open curtains, the light pollution from the city an hour away is bright enough to light the heavy gray clouds even at night. I expect it’s a romantic look, what with the mountains and snow and trees, if you’re into that kind of thing. Me, I’d rather be looking at the view back on the couch.
Breathing deeply to force myself to calm down, I retrieve the shopping bag from the drugstore Bailey and I found after our flight landed. On my way back I again pause in the doorway, no less blown away by the sight of Drew and Bailey together than I was the first time—than every time I see them together. My chest tightens, heavy with how right they look, how unbelievably gorgeous they are together—and now, tonight, with how goddamned lucky I am to be walking back toward them.
I consider dropping the towel before I join them, but something tells me it might come in handy, so instead I head back to the couch, taking the seat right next to Drew.
“You want to sit that close, might as well be in my lap next time,” he mutters. Drew glances at my towel but doesn’t make eye contact. He’s got one hand in Bailey’s hair, his fingers flexing as she blows him.
“Maybe next time,” I say, watching her technique. I’m pretty confident in my cock-sucking skills, but you never know when you might learn something. And I’m looking forward to learning all I can from these two.
Bailey catches me watching and grins as she runs her tongue over his sac, making Drew shiver. His hand lands on my towel-covered thigh.
