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“For the tasting,” he explained.
“Oh right. I guess that sounds good then.”
Sawyer turned on the screen. The football players took up the entire wall.
Lily walked toward him. “I love football too.”
“You do?” He looked surprised.
“I started going to games in college and I couldn’t help it. Something about all that energy. All those men.” She grinned. She knew she was flirting shamelessly. She touched her hand to his forearm. It flinched and she saw the vein in his arm strain against her caress.
“It’s one of the ways I unwind.”
“And the other ways?”
“I think you know exactly how I plan to do that.” His hand wound around her, bringing her close enough she could feel his breath on her cheek.
“With me?”
He grinned. “Definitely with you.”
She sighed as his lips found hers. It was hard to not fall into the kiss. To let Sawyer hold her steady with his solid hands.
“Wine.” Jack announced his arrival with several bottles under his arms.
Lily searched for the guilty pit in her stomach, but it wasn’t there. The kiss was completely ok with both men. Neither seemed annoyed. Neither seemed angry. She was theirs. If one wanted to kiss her, he could. If the other wanted to make her come, he could. It was liberating. Freeing. No sneaking. No fights. No jealousy. It was the most unreal perfect dynamic.
She settled on the couch between them. Sawyer seemed focused on the game. Jack was busy pouring tasting servings into small glasses.
She couldn’t remember another Saturday like thi
s. They drank wine and watched the game. They laughed. Sawyer made a late lunch. She fell asleep on the couch, nestled between them, slightly drunk from tasting all the different wines they made at the estate. She had missed the part when Jack explained how they selected the types of grapes.
Yes, this was bliss. This was the peace she had been missing. Serenity and sensuality all wrapped up in two men.
Twenty-Three
Jack
He walked off the back patio to the stacks of wood piled by the outdoor fireplace. The chimney made of hand-picked stone towered toward the sky. Jack threw a few logs in and lit the kindling. He watched while the fire blazed to life.
Usually, there was staff that helped with this kind of thing, but this weekend was different. He and Sawyer didn’t want any interruptions.
The sun was setting on the vineyard. The rolling hills of vines were beautiful. He turned when he heard the French doors open behind him.
“Lily.” His eyes lit at the sight of her.
“Hi. Sawyer’s on another business call. I thought I’d explore the house a little and I saw you out here. I keep getting lost in this place.”
She rubbed her arms. The briskness of the hillside was starting to take effect now that the sun was sinking.
“Come here.” He drew her to the fire, placing his arms around her, aligning her back to his chest.
“Mmm,” she murmured.
The sound went straight to his cock. It stiffened in response to her body. The smell of her hair. Holding her in front of the fire.
“Are you glad we flew here, love?”
