The worst part about the whole thing was I had Travis right where I wanted him. Hard. Horny. Desperate, just like I was.
“You can’t,” Eli glared at me with his hands on his hips, and Travis actually groaned in a pout back at him.
“Don’t listen to him.” I kissed Travis again, pulling him back to me as he chuckled, kissing me deeper as Eli grunted from the doorway. “He’s a cock block.”
The door shut behind him, and then Travis was yanked off the bed to stand at the side with a smug-looking Eli, and I huffed in frustration.
“Not fair.” I pouted.
“Yeah,” Travis stuck out his bottom lip in a very dramatic way that was so not him, maybe he was closer to breaking than I thought. “I’m horny.”
“Then I’ll take care of you.” Eli said, shocking me speechless as I sputtered.
I watched Travis’s pout morph into something sinister as Eli pulled him in, kissing him deeply.
“Holy fucking balls.” I groaned, mouth hanging open, body on fire.
There was no hesitation on either of their parts, no tentative exploring or indecision.
It was raw, and powerful, and needy.
So fucking needy.
I moaned when Travis put his hands on Eli’s hips, pulling their bodies flush before Eli dropped his hand to the front of Trav’s jeans, palming his hard cock that I put there with my kiss a moment ago.
“What the hell have I missed this last week?”
Travis groaned and smiled up at the ceiling as Eli pulled back to stare up at him as he stroked his dick. “We’ve kissed a lot.” Trav replied. “But not like this. Fuck yes, Sunshine.”
Trav’s hips flexed, pushing against Eli’s hand, and I sat up higher on the pillows to watch my favorite porno.
I didn’t even care that they weren’t giving me any attention, even though I was on the brink of a full-on tantrum moments ago. I needed to see what they were doing more than I needed to come.
Ihadto see it.
“Sunshine!” Emmie called out from the kitchen, “Saw!” and the guys parted like they were burned by each other’s touch, chests heaving and both of their jeans were tight in the crotch. “I’m hungry!”
“I’ll be right there!” Trav called back, rubbing his hands over his face as he took a few calming deep breaths before glancing over at me where I sat on the bed, hanging on by a thread over the whole thing. “Duty calls.”
“I hate you.” I hissed, glaring at both of them. “Before, it was just him!” I pointed at Eli defiantly, “But now, I hate you both.”
My men both grinned, dismissing my claims before walking back out to take care of my kids.
I huffed, falling back onto the pillows, but even as much as I tried, I couldn’t keep the stupid grin off my face as I replayed their sexy kiss in my mind.
Damn, I was a lucky woman.
And not once in my life had I ever thought that about myself.
The lightover the sink was the only one on as I leaned against the counter, taking a deep breath. Eli moved around the kitchen, fingers tapping the countertop as he shuffled things around endlessly.
“You’re wound tight.” I said, voice low.
He gave me that easy smile, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “It feels so damn good to have her home. Even better knowingshe’s finally safe. But—” He trailed off, scrubbing a hand through his hair.
I didn’t need him to finish. I felt it too—the tension in the air.
“You’re the one who made the no-touching rule.” I raised an eyebrow at him, “Say the word and I’ll support breaking that rule.”
