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“Penny’s good, but I like Kitten better,” Jamison replied.
Boone pulled his fingers from my hair so I could turn my head and look at Jamison.
“I thought we were too old for you,” Jamison admitted.
My aroused gaze roved over his face. Took in the little wrinkles around his eyes, the creases in his cheeks. He was thirty-eight, not sixty. I didn’t see old. I saw wise. Experienced. Rugged. Hot. Appealing. I stared at his mouth. Just as kissable as Boone. I wanted to know what he tasted like, too.
“And now?” I asked. Nervous. If he didn’t want me, that was fine. I’d had crushes before. It was survivable. Or Boone wanted me and Jamison didn’t. Boone was a few years younger, or so I thought. But I didn’t want just Boone. Somehow, for some strange, insane reason, I wanted both of them. And without Jamison, something would feel missing.
I watched as the fist on his thigh unclenched.
“And now, I don’t give a shit. Now that we know what you want, that we want the same exact thing, we can give it to you.”
He stood and I angled my head up to keep my eyes on his. He held out his hand.
“Time to go. It’s my turn to kiss you, and I don’t want an audience.”
6
JAMISON
I want a family of my own.
Kitten’s words—oh yes, she was Kitten now—made me instantly hard. No, I’d been hard for three fucking days. It made my dick throb against my thigh and my balls ache. The thought of getting between those creamy thighs and filling her with my cum had me ready to come like an overeager teenager.
She wanted exactly what I wanted. A family, a spouse, a baby. No, lots of babies. I wanted them with her, but that was why I’d stayed away. Because what twenty-two-year-old wanted to be tied down, to have a baby? Turned out, Penelope Vandervelk. My Kitten.
When I was twenty-two, it was the last thing on my mind. I’d finished college and joined the police academy. Boone had yet to finish college and start med school. Neither of us had been in a place to even think about settling down. The fact that Penny wanted exactly what we wanted to give her made it seem like fate. Was it even possible? Could we be so lucky?
I understood her need, the desperation to belong, to be loved. The shit she’d said about her family made me want to punch more than just a handsy asshole. Who the fuck sent their kid to boarding school for seven years? A parent who didn’t want that kid around. No wonder she wanted to make a family of her own. Hers had been shit. She wanted one who would love her unconditionally. Wanted a husband and kids she could love in ways she never received.
Tonight, we’d show her how it could be with us. How we’d get her between us and cherish her with every touch of our hands, every deep thrust of our cocks. She’d come so many times she’d forget everything but our names.
In the back seat of Boone’s truck, she was in my arms and my mouth was on hers. I’d waited until he started to drive before I pulled her close—as close as the seatbelts would allow—and tasted her for myself. Watching Boone kiss her had been hot as fuck, but I’d wanted my turn. I had it now. Boone drove while I learned the curve of her lips, the feel of her tongue as it tangled with mine, the way her breath caught when I nipped at the plump bottom lip, heard her moan when I licked the delicate swirl of her ear.
“Where are we going?” she breathed, her chin tilted up as I licked a line down her neck.
It was a cool night, but inside the truck, things were hot and heavy.
“We’re going to Boone’s. His bed’s the closest,” I breathed. I couldn’t lift my lips from her skin. Had to feel the silky heat of it. Taste the sweetness, breathe it in. “You’re going to take our cocks for a wild ride.”
“Oh,” she said, more as a surprise as my hand cupped her breast than in response to my words.
She was a lush handful, the nipple hard as my thumb brushed over it through her shirt and bra. Her body shifted against me. Damn, she was responsive. Hot. Passionate, and we still had our clothes on. I could only imagine what she’d be like once I got inside her. We were like teenagers making out in the back of a car, although this time, sinking inside her was a given. And I was old enough to want a soft mattress.
Fuck, this wasn’t a slow burn. It was scorching hot—had been from the very first—and there was no way she could miss the thick feel of my dick. Nothing was going to hide it; it had yet to go down. After being in a state like this for three days, I had to wonder if it ever would again with Kitten nearby. Hell, I just had to think about her and I was hard.
“Did you think he was talking about horseback riding, Kitten?” Boone asked from the front seat. I turned my head slightly, caught his eye in the rearview mirror, although his dropped to my hand on her tit. I recognized the look. He wanted her. Wanted this.
Every time she breathed, she filled my palm. “I’ve never ridden before,” she said.
I smiled against her ear, kissed it. I loved that we made her thoughts scatter to say something so odd. “Don’t worry, tomorrow we’ll go to the ranch and you’ll get a nice gentle mare.”
I moved back to her mouth. Devoured it.
“That’s. Not. What. I’m. Talking. About,” she gasped each word between kisses.
The truck veered to the shoulder and Boone slammed on the brakes, both Kitten and I jerking against our seatbelts. He shifted to look back at us.
