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Still, I didn’t mind the show.
Everything these men did was a turn-on for me, and it was quite flattering to have them going to so much trouble just to make me a meal. “I can help, you know…” Claude had never even made me ramen. If I wasn’t home to cook, he just ordered out. “I can cook.”
Riggs paused as he passed me with a bag of flour in his hands. He leaned in and kissed me. “I’m sure you can, and we’ll gladly eat anything you make for us, but won’t you humor us for now? It’s important to our bears that we feed you a good meal. Especially tonight.”
Especially tonight. Was he implying that I might need a lot of energy? My cheeks heated at the thought. “I-I’m not used to being waited on.”
“Then you’re going to have to get used to it.” Nacho brought out eggs and milk and butter from the refrigerator. “Do you like waffles?”
“Waffles?” My stomach let out a rumble that had both of them chuckling. “Yes. But I’ve never had them made at home. You know how to do that? Isn’t it really hard?”
“It might be if we had to do it without this.” Riggs bent and pulled a pan out of a cabinet near the stove. It had a long handle and while I watched, he opened it to reveal the classic shape of a square waffle. “Just sit back and watch us in action.”
Nacho drew a carton of orange juice out of the refrigerator and poured a tall glass full. He placed it in front of me with a flourish. “You drink this, and we’ll have the waffles made in the blink of an eye.
It wasn’t quite that fast, but it was pretty speedy. They mixed ingredients in a big bowl without even a recipe, creating a smooth batter while the waffle iron heated on the stove. Then they opened it, greased it with a little butter, and poured the batter in. Halfway through, Riggs flipped it over. “That’s how we get it evenly browned on both sides. Another minute and…” He opened the iron and let the golden waffle fall onto a plate. “Get ready to taste heaven.”
He set the place on the table and filled the iron again before they both came to stand in front of me.
“I can’t eat while you two stare,” I asserted. “Aren’t you going to eat?”
“Oh yes.” Riggs turned the iron over. “But we want to make sure you like these.”
“If you don’t,” Nacho said, “we’ll make you something else.”
I was able to get them to look away while I took my first bite, and soon there was a whole stack of waffles on the table and all three of us devoured them with real maple syrup and butter. It satisfied one kind of hunger, but just sitting with them at the table, eating waffles drenched in that yummy syrup and talking about anything that occurred to us made me long for even more intimacy. When the last bite was gone, I stood up and held my hands out to them.
“I’m ready.”
“Sure?” Riggs asked. “We have all the time in the world.”
“Very ready. I want you both. I want to wear your marks so everyone will know I am yours.” I had a moment of doubt. “Unless you don’t want to?”
“Marney, you’re our mate. There’s nothing we want more, and I don’t have the willpower to resist you.”
“You’ve seduced us,” Nacho said, smiling, but his eyes held more than humor. And he proved what he meant by scooping me off my chair and carrying me out of the kitchen.
“What about the dishes?” I protested, not really concerned about them, but it seemed polite.
“We’ll get new ones,” Riggs growled, following us up the stairs to the master suite. They laid me on the bed and proceeded to remove my clothes with torturous slowness. The firelight cast their faces in shadow, but I already knew what they looked like, had already memorized their features. I welcomed their kisses and touches, their gentle urging of my legs aside as each of them filled me and made me theirs.
Nacho was gentler, and took his time, possessing me with a thoroughness that was mind-bending, whereas Riggs was faster, more of a roller-coaster ride than any experience I’d ever had. “We’ll take you at the same time, one day soon,” he murmured against my throat, sending me over the edge for at least the third time. I wasn’t quite sure what that would look like, but at this point, I was up for anything. And when they’d both spilled inside me, when I lay quivering under them, they both marked me, sharp teeth sinking into my neck on either side and then licking the spot. They’d explained that their saliva would fix the mark, and I was already planning on never wearing a turtleneck again.
We all fell asleep together on the bed, one on either side of me. I slept better than I ever had, feeling safe and warm and cared for. And at home.
Chapter Nineteen
Nacho
This Christmas morning, I had the best present ever, and she lay naked next to me, sandwiched between me and my best friend.
All unwrapped. No bow or tag needed. To: Us. From: Fate.
Hell, I didn’t need another Christmas present ever again.
In fact, last night, on Christmas Eve, we’d had her next to the Christmas tree, by the light of the fire while winter threw her wrath around outside. Marney had only been with us a few months, but I couldn’t remember how in the hell the two of us had made it without her. She made this cabin warm. She turned our house into a real den—a home.
I ran a finger down her face, her neck, and then down her body, enjoying the silken touch of her skin—the dips and curves that made her perfect in my mind. The swell of her breasts. The way her nipples hardened in response to our kisses. Lips that begged me to take them, have them wrapped around my cock.
