Page 210 of After the Burn

Beck smirked. “On whether you think you can handle all of us at once.”

“Will orgasms be withheld?” She narrowed her eyes.

I knew she was still salty about that.

Lucas kissed the groove between her neck and shoulder. “Not if you’re a good girl.”

Taryn answered by standing on her tiptoes and kissing me softly.

It was my turn to smile against her lips. “I’m taking that as a yes?”

Taryn leaned back and smiled.

The kind of smile that had gotten all three of us into trouble from the beginning.

For once, trouble was exactly where I wanted to be.

She stepped away and smiled teasingly as she loosened her dress, letting it fall slowly to her ankles.

“Where in the fuck did you get those?” Beck asked in a strangled voice.

For a second, my brain simply stopped working.

The lingerie she wore was black.

Nothing sweet or delicate. Soft lace, clean lines, and just enough skin to make every coherent thought disappear.

“It’s a little something I scavenged from a store a while ago.” Taryn ran a hand through her hair, obviously nervous.

The bra framed her beautiful pale breasts, and the matching panties sat low on her hips, making her legs look even longer.

Her hair was still down, dark waves falling over one shoulder, and the contrast between all that softness and the woman I knew could put a knife through someone’s throat without blinking nearly undid me.

Lucas was the first to move, walking up to her and grabbing a fistful of that luscious hair, dragging her mouth to his. He somehow managed to pick her up without breaking the kiss and carried her into our bedroom.

Taryn’s eyes jerked open when he dropped her onto the bed. “Where did this massive thing come from?”

The bed stretched wide enough for four grown adults to sleep comfortably, with no one rolling off onto the floor. Only about two feet of space was left at the foot, with just enough room on one side to slip through between the mattress and the wall.

Beck leaned against the doorframe, looking entirely too pleased with himself. “We had it made.”

Her eyes snapped to him. “You had a bed made during an apocalypse?”

Lucas climbed onto the mattress beside her. “We had a problem.”

“What problem?” Her eyes were on his chest as he took his shirt off.

“Three men,” I said.

Beck grinned. “One woman.”

Lucas added, “And none of us were willing to sleep without you.”

“So, your solution was to make the bedroom ninety percent bed?”

Beck stripped, then slid between her legs. “Are you complaining?”

Taryn laughed. “Do I look stupid to you?”