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I paused for a moment to catch my breath, then leaned in and pressed my lips to the hollow of her neck, behind her ear. “I think Deacon wants you too.”
Her laugh was faint and light. “Okay.” Her voice was soft.
I moved aside. Watching Deacon take my place and penetrate Brooke was incredible, especially knowing what he was feeling as she wrapped around him.
I reached above her head and untied her wrists, and she immediately moved her hands to clench the comforter in tight fights. Watching her take another man—no, Deacon specifically—knowing that he’d waited for this chance, was almost enough to make me hard again, despite my being spent.
Especially with the colors still splashed across her skin, some broken and some still intact.
And when Deacon came, hard and loud, pushing Brooke into climax again, it was an incredible sight.
He rolled over next to her, and we all lay there for a moment, the hum of the boiler keeping our heavy breathing company.
I forced myself to move. This next bit was as important as anything else—me coming down and making sure Brooke could do the same. Deacon and I were gentle about peeling the wax away, wiping Brooke clean, and rubbing aloe on any red marks that lingered.
As we pulled off her bra and panties, we couldn’t help another round of play. Deacon sucked on her nipples and teased her breasts while I fingered her to orgasm again. She didn’t say anything, but she made some delicious sounds. She was lost in the pleasure.
I needed to tug her back, but gently, so I lay behind her and pulled her into me. Deacon and I made soft, meaningless conversation, and eventually Brooke joined in.
I’d done things like this more than a few times in my life, both with and without the sex. But with Brooke, with Deacon, it was different. I didn’t want something with just one of them—I wanted them both. On an ongoing basis.
The thought gripped me hard and refused to let go.
Curling up with Brooke and Deacon was definitely one of my favorite things. “We should make a habit of this.” I was playing a teensy bit dirty, testing the waters while everyone was still glowing from sex. Or it was a strategic choice. Yeah, I liked that better, especially since I was already addicted to having both of them in my bed.
Brooke leaned more weight into me. “I wouldn’t mind.” Her voice was soft. Almost dream-like.
She’d probably agree to a lot in this state of mind, so I needed to be careful and make sure we hashed out details when she was thinking more clearly. But her words warmed me regardless.
Until I looked at Deacon. His expression was neutral at best and honestly it was more like a scowl hiding behind a mask. “You two should enjoy that.” His tone was cool.
Brooke stiffened in my arms.
I didn’t blame her for the reaction. “Pretty sure you’re here with us.” I kept my tone light. “You’re going to tell me you hated every minute that led up to that orgasm?” I poured the teasing into my voice, but I also used severe language on purpose.
“Nope. The orgasms were amazing,” Deacon said quickly. “Mine. Everyone’s.” Despite the lift to his reply, there was still an edge.
I didn’t want to argue. I wanted to enjoy the bliss that came from what we’d just done. It was time to let this slide and go back to cuddling.
“But at some point between tonight and tomorrow morning”—Deacon had other ideas apparently—“I go back to my bed and the two of you do whatever it is you’re doing.”
“Right now we’re lying here with you,” I said.
“But he’s got a point.” Brooke no longer sounded like she was wrapped in happy clouds.
Deacon smirked, but his eyes were cold. “See?”
I wasn’t sure I did. “See what?”
“It’s okay.” Brooke seemed to have absorbed Deacon’s mood. “I knew what I was doing with Deacon. Learning how to navigate the dating world.”
“Exactly.” Deacon cut the word off. “We set those rules up front, and the two of you are fantastic together so mission accomplished.”
“School’s out,” Brooke said.
I didn’t like any of this. Was I the asshole here? No. I wasn’t the one refusing to see what the three of us could have.
Deacon climbed from my bed. “Speaking of, I’ll be in my room. You two crazy kids enjoy your night.”
