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Or was it?
Tory should think more on that question, really, but succumbing to exhaustion was way easier, so she chose sleep.
Chapter Five
Devon watched as Tory attempted to feign sleep. He knew she would hide forever if she could, but he wouldn’t let her. He and Con had waited too long to get Tory right where she was—wedged between them. Naked. Warm. And so damn soft it made his hands
itch to touch. Again. No touching, he reminded himself. Not until they had a little chat.
“Come on, sugar,” he coaxed. “I know you’re awake.”
One pretty eye popped open as she peeked up at him. “Well, yeah, I’m awake now because you won’t shut up.”
Con chuckled. “You’ve been awake for the last half hour, baby. You’ve just been playing pretend.”
Devon wanted to strangle Con. He might want to joke, but Devon felt like the rest of his life was hanging in the balance. If they handled this wrong, things could go bad. Real bad. Devon and Con had waited too long. They couldn’t screw this up. Telling the sexy imp how they felt about her was happening now. No more waiting. Not even another minute. “We need to talk about this, Tory.”
Tory sat up, dragging the sheet with her as she went. Covering her nudity? Devon hid a smile at the display of modesty. It was so out of place, considering she’d just let the two of them bring her to orgasm—not once, but four times.
“What if I don’t want to?” she said, pushing a tangled lock of blonde hair out of her face. “Maybe it’s better not to ruin the glow.”
Devon propped himself up on his side. “The glow?”
“The afterglow,” she said, as if he were thick in the head. “Which is wearing off, I might add.”
Con sat up straight and glared down at Tory. “You came four times, little girl. No way is the afterglow wearing off already.”
Tory pointed a finger at Devon. “Hey, blame him. He’s the one who wants to dissect what we just did.”
“We had sex,” Devon stated bluntly, knowing she was only attempting to rile them so they would lose focus. “It’s pretty clear cut, sweetheart. That’s not what I want to talk about.”
She bit her lip and clutched the sheet tighter. “You aren’t going to let it go, are you?”
“No.” A knot formed in his chest. It happened every time he was forced to tell Tory no. From the day they’d met, Devon had had a hard time not giving in to the beguiling woman.
“Fine. You want the truth? I don’t know where this…” she made a back and forth gesture, “…us, is headed. All I know is that I’ve spent a glorious night with the two most important men in my life, and it has my head all mixed up.”
“It doesn’t need to be mixed up,” he whispered as he covered the hand that gripped the sheet. “I want more than sex from you, Tory. Con and I both do.”
“We care about you, baby,” Con said, adding his two cents to the pot. “We have for a long time.”
Tory looked down at the mattress, not speaking for several seconds before finally saying, “I think it’s time for me to go.”
Devon’s hand tightened on hers. No, he couldn’t have heard her right. “What?”
Her gaze came up to meet his. She appeared on the verge of tears. Damn, this wasn’t going as planned at all. “I can’t do this right now. I need time to think. You two might have thought this all through, but I can barely process the sex part, much less consider anything more.”
Con left the bed and strode across the room. He grabbed a pair of jeans from a chair and pulled them on. When he turned, even Devon could see the anger in his silver gaze. “Like a relationship?” he asked. “Is it so hard to fathom?”
Tory rolled her eyes. “Um, with two men? Yes!”
She started to get out of bed, but Devon stopped her with a hand on her hip. “What about if you were to pick one of us?”
“Devon,” Con growled.
Devon knew the warning behind the single word. They’d agreed ahead of time. Made a promise to each other. If Tory didn’t want them both, then they’d let her go. They wouldn’t compete for her. They wouldn’t let it come to that. Their friendship was too strong, too important. And with a single question, Devon had broken that vow and quite possibly ruined everything. But, damn, he couldn’t bring himself to call the words back. Having a taste of Tory could never be enough for him now. Devon wanted the whole package. He wanted to wake up with her all snuggled up against him. He wanted to make love to her every night. Hell, even hearing her grumble about taxes would make him feel like the luckiest son of a bitch alive.
Tory turned toward him, a frown marring her perfectly arched brows. “What are you saying?”
