He pinched and rubbed harder, tugging, urging her on. “Jesus.”
The next time she flexed, he was ready for her. He stroked out and back in, thrusting hard. The length of him smarted as he rutted into her, a scalding sensation generated by that too-little lubrication.
She cried out, but it wasn’t in objection. Reinen understood and he gave over to it, too. The weight of his chest settled onto her. His fingers clenched her most sensitive parts harder, and he fucked her. Gloriously. In the ass.
They were breathing wildly, harsh groans and wails. They fucked each other hard, flexing ruthlessly to thrust or receive, to impale or accept.
Felicity dug her hands into the mattress, pushing back against him, lifting up against his chest. His hand tore at her top, baring her breast to take better hold, to jerk her nipple in time to their fucks.
He lifted her with the power of his shoves now, hammering into her so her feet left the floor and she was suspended on his cock, completely at his mercy.
Their groans rose in pitch and volume, constant now, inhalations just as loud and harsh as exhalations. He changed the pace of his thrusts, plunging in and holding, grappling for that last millimeter of penetration. He arched back when he reached her farthest depths, grinding into her, holding, holding until…
Finally he broke, falling down onto her and pistoning in, driving her to a harrowing, howling climax, joining her, thrusting and spurting, filling her, at last greasing her enough to ease those last, rough penetrations.
He collapsed onto her, his weight squelching the shudders that wracked her, his hand sunk into her hair to keep her head turned to him.
There wasn’t enough air for both of them, but he kept her facing him while she struggled for her share. Their heads were tilted back, their eyes nearly closed but still their gazes met.
They stayed just that way for the longest time. Long enough for their breath to finally slow. For his cock to finally soften enough to slide—inch by obvious inch—out. When he’d emptied her of himself, having deliberately watched on her face the effect of that long letting go, he nudged them both up onto the bed.
She was still in her dress. He was still in uniform. But they slept, arms draped around each other.
Chapter Six
Holy fuck.
Reinen woke first and spent a long time admiring and appreciating the lovely woman asleep beside him.
From his first day out on the boat, he knew when he saw Felicity again and had her alone, he’d start with her ass. It was an unrelenting desire, an undeniable compulsion he couldn’t banish from his mind. Not as they sailed, not as he worked endless shifts with displaced Haitians, dispensing water and food and treatments for the inevitable illnesses that came with inadequately treated injuries and the loss of sanitation.
Not on the agonizingly—to his sense of it—slow trip home.
He knew he would ass-fuck her. But he hadn’t known that the fucking he’d given her—that they’d given each other—would happen. He hadn’t known it could happen.
While he was gone, he’d put some effort into trying to keep real his feelings for Felicity. Dozens of times, he reminded himself that they’d only spent a single night together. That one night of spectacularly hot sex did not form a relationship.
That a relationship wasn’t even something he wanted.
He hadn’t had much luck. He could tell himself whatever he wanted, but none of it countered the very primal sense of ownership gripping his soul whenever he thought about Felicity. Like she’d fucking branded him. None of it countered the relief he’d felt in his gut, the way he’d wanted to crow, when Andy showed up with Juniper and gave him the excuse he was looking for to keep her. In his house. In his bed. In his fucking T-shirt. He’d seized that chance, his inner caveman howling in victory, pounding his chest.
None of it had kept him from acting like a love-struck pussy, sleeping with her panties tucked into his pillow case.
The weeks away from her had done nothing to mellow his feelings.
And now this.
This enthralling, binding, impossibly hot sex left him weak. Unmanned.
It was ridiculous, the way he wanted her. Impossible, that his cock would be stirring again already. That anything less than hours would be required for him to recover, for him to want her again.
So ridiculous that he climbed out of bed, shucked his uniform, and showered. It was still ridiculous when he wrapped himself in a hotel robe and watched her sleep some more. And when he went back to the bathroom to fill the hot tub.
When he kissed her awake, and when his lips followed his fingers down her back as he opened the zipper on her dress. Finally, he got a full look at that pink thong he’d done nothing more with than push to the side so he could have her.
And lastly, when he carried her naked to the tub, lying back and bringing her down on him, filling her pussy with his cock like they hadn’t just fucked each other blind. While they kissed and touched and whispered soft words as though he wasn’t already throbbing deep inside her. As they worked each other to a gazes-locked, breath-shared, sweet, hot meaning-laden mutual orgasm.
Holy fuck.
* * * *
“We have a problem.”
Wesley had called a house meeting. They hadn’t had one in months. The three men had lived together long enough now that they’d figured out each other’s quirks and how to manage them. Wesley no longer left his all-but-empty soymilk cartons taking up space in the fridge. Reinen only smoked his occasional cigar outside now. And nobody scattered small, baby-choking hazards around anymore.
Reinen raised that imperious brow as only he could do.
Wesley had had enough. Yesterday, he’d had to stand by as Felicity greeted Reinen at the pier, had to watch them share a kiss that would bring a tear to Conan’s eye, then had to pretend not to watch as Reinen—fucking literally—carried her off.
The two were gone all night, which was just as well. It was bad enough being the observer as Andy came home with his daughter, watching them play and re-bond and love each other. No way he could have enjoyed any bit of his night if he’d had to pretend he didn’t hear Reinen upstairs with Felicity, banging the bed into the wall.
Then he’d seen them outside his window, this morning when Ri brought his pickup into the drive. He went around and opened the door for her, and they stopped there and kissed and held each other in this way that was entirely, obviously loving.
All he could see was a world of hurt coming.
So he met them downstairs, where Felicity was jabbering about the little party she had planned that afternoon for the Nipper’s first birthday. When Reinen left to haul his sea bag upstairs, Wesley asked Felicity if she’d mind taking the baby out to the yard for a while, which she did with just a little question in her eyes. Then he rounded up Andy and Reinen.
“What’s the deal?” Andy asked.
“It’s about Felicity.”
Reinen stopped looking like he was bored—or, at least, like he had someplace better to be. Which he fucking did—upstairs banging Felicity again. He sat up straight, eyes sharp. “What about her?”
“Well, first thing is, she’s in love with Juniper.”
Reinen overrode whatever Andy was going to say. “What’s the second thing?”
Wesley met Reinen’s gaze steadily. “I’ve spent two weeks with her, and I like her. I like her a lot.”
Reinen took a measured breath and spoke slowly, his voice low. “Then, maybe Andy has a problem. And definitely, it looks like you have a problem. But ‘we’”—he lifted his two forefingers—“don’t have a problem.”
Wesley wasn’t going to back down. “Yes, we do.”
Reinen stood, and Wes saw the hunter in him. The man could be scary.
“Did you…?”
“No. I wouldn’t, and, in case you don’t get it, she wouldn’t either.”
“Then leave it alone, Wes.”
“I can’t, Reinen. I thought I could. I thought I could
just wait it out. That I could wait to make my play when you were finished with her. Then I saw you with her when you pulled into the driveway today. And I realized you’re not going to get finished with her. You’re in love with her.”
“I’ve spent two effing nights with her.”
“Yeah, well, they must have been, like, dog years, because I know what I saw.”
“You’re an idiot.”
Wesley almost laughed at that juvenile rejoinder. But he loved Reinen like a brother, and this was a shit-filled FUBAR situation if there ever was one. He turned away and followed Andy’s line of vision out the window. Felicity and Juniper were out there, both on hands and knees trying to creep up on a cat, and then falling down laughing with each other when the cat took off. He was distracted for a long minute, wishing that short skirt Felicity wore would slip just a little higher up her thighs.
Marshalling his attention, he looked back at Andy. “You see it, don’t you? She loves that little girl, and it will break her heart if you make her leave.”
Reinen came and stood with them, all facing the window. “Nobody’s making her leave.”
“That’s right,” Wesley responded. “She’s moved in, hasn’t she? What does that mean, Ri? Are you living with her now? After your two effing nights with her?”
Andy broke in before Reinen found his voice. “What’s your point, Wes? You know she moved in so she could take care of Junie. She fucking saved my ass.”
“Yeah. And now Juniper loves her like a mother. And it’s mutual.”
“Wes.” Reinen turned and looked at him. “You’re going somewhere with this. Where?”
Wesley looked back out the window. “There’s a guy on my ship—a radar tech. He was sharing a house with a buddy like we do, a coms guy from another ship. He got involved with a woman, and, eventually, she moved in. The three of them live there together—or two of them, when one of the guys is at sea.” He looked back at his friends. “We think they share her.”
The three exchanged looks—or glares, in Reinen’s case—while that sank in. Then Reinen stormed. “No fucking way.”
Wes met him, glare for glare. “Are you going to give her up? Now? Ever?”
He knew Reinen gave the only answer he had in him. “Not. Yet.”
“Not ever, is my guess, buddy.” He waved his hand in frustration. “If I thought you were just banging her, I’d call you on it. I’d tell you I fell in love with her in these last two weeks, and that my falling in love trumps your hard-on for her.” He turned to Andy. “If I was a better man, I’d tell you to make a play for her. That she’s a wonderful woman and a great mom, and that you should bind her to you and the Nipper before she gets away.” He motioned out the window again. “You can see it’s a done deal for the two of them. You should take the freaking gift that Reinen happened to plop down in your lap and fucking hold on.”
He stepped closer to the window, watching a baby and his heart. “I’m not that good a man. I can’t ask Reinen to give her up because he loves her. I can’t offer her to Andy for the same reason, and because I love her, too.”
His two friends stepped to his side, all three of them standing before the window. Outside, Felicity had captured the cat and was teaching the Nip how to gently pet it. She glanced up and caught the men looking. She paused, her hand steadying Juniper on those wobbly little legs, and gazed back. Aware, Wes was sure, of the hot testosterone circling in the room.
“Think about it,” he said. “Think about how the three of us and the Nipper are family. Watch Felicity this afternoon when she gives her little party. Think about how it would feel if she belonged to all of us.”
He looked to either side of him, to the brothers of his heart. “We haven’t always lived our lives by the book. We don’t generally put a lot of value on what others think of us. We can choose to live the way we want to.
“Each of us has reason to think about making Felicity happy. There might be a way to do it that keeps all of us happy, too.”
He took one more look out the window, to the woman who was smiling at a little girl, her heart in her eyes.
* * * *
Felicity knew that something had happened among the men while she was outside, but none of them were talking about it. She met each gaze when she brought Juniper in for her nap. Andy took the baby and merely gave Felicity a nod, though she knew he glanced back at her before he left the room. Wesley centered a long look on her before he said something about a game and went to the fridge for a beer and then to the den.
“What’s up?” she asked Reinen, when they were alone in the kitchen.
He wrapped his arms around her shoulders and brought her in for a gentle kiss. “Nothing we need to talk about now. Do you still have things to do for this birthday shindig?”
She smiled. “No. I pretty much got ready on Friday. There’s food in the fridge, and I have cupcakes baked.”
“Yeah, I know,” Ri said. “They’re good.”
Felicity had her hands at his waist, and she gave him a little pinch. “You’ve been into them?”
“Hey,” he said. “I wasn’t the first.”
“Oh!” She started to turn away, wanting to evaluate the damage, but he pulled her back with a grin.
“There’s plenty left. But just for future reference, I’m more a pie man than cake.”
He’d started toying with her lips so she took the opportunity to give him a little nip. “A pie man, eh?”
He bit back. “Just saying. So, are you telling me you’re free right now?”
She read the obvious suggestion in his eyes and raised a brow. “What did you have in mind?”
They’d made love twice more after those quiet, intense moments in the hotel hot tub. They’d slept again after an indulgent room-service dinner, and he’d woken her sometime during the night with his mouth on her. And fingers in her, everywhere. He’d driven her to a quick, hard orgasm and then another when he filled her and fucked her.
Waking together in the morning, they feasted on each other and items ordered from the hotel’s extravagant brunch. He toyed with her, crushing berries onto her and into her and then licking them away. When they finally came together, it was a rough, brutal taking. He sucked marks onto her—neck, breasts, abdomen, thighs. He used his cock everywhere, covering himself with a condom when he fucked her ass, then finishing them both in her cunt, deep, hard strokes that had them howling with nearly painful pleasure.
They collapsed together, Reinen still deep inside her, and dozed again. When they finally rose and showered, he cleansed and then kissed all of the places where she was a little sore. He’d told her in teasing tones he was gentleman enough to give her a couple hours’ rest after.
Now he grinned, entirely too attractive. “What a suspicious mind you have. I was going to suggest you show me what you’ve done to my yard, then let’s take a little walk through the botanical garden.” Cupping her ass with his hands, he brought her close. Maybe that’s what he’d been thinking, but his dick had other thoughts. “Unless you’d rather…” He rutted into her. “I’m always willing to oblige.”
Not hoodwinked at all, she pushed off against his chest. “A walk sounds great. That’s exactly what I’d been thinking.”
She showed him the dwarf hydrangeas she’d used to fill in the base around a stand of tall rhodies and the colorful mums she’d left in pots along the deck. She pointed out what he could do with spring annuals to add more color, but he nixed that idea. He liked flowering shrubs, he said, because they were easy and looked good. Mostly, she learned, he just liked to dig in the dirt once in a while.
He’d been raised largely on his grandparent’s Arkansas farm. His mother had died of a congenital heart defect that wasn’t discovered until she failed to recover from giving birth. His father had taken his newborn son back to the farm where he’d grown up. Reinen said he didn’t remember it himself, but it was years before his grieving father could spend any time with a lonely, motherless boy.
Felicity heard this story as they wandered around the spectacular gardens. Reinen was a member and he knew the grounds well. Despite his claim, he had a good eye for color and form, and Felicity was sure that over time, his own yard and gardens would grow more attractive and aesthetically complex.
For a long while they sat on a bench near the lily pond, listening to the sound of the small waterfall and watching koi flick through the water. They held hands, and Felicity had her head on Reinen’s shoulder.
It was peaceful and sweet, but Felicity knew they needed to talk. She was certain that the conversation the three men had been having while she was outside with Juniper was all about her. She was, essentially, living in their house. Perhaps they weren’t all happy to have a new housemate. Perhaps, even, Reinen wasn’t happy about it.
“I have to think about going back to work, Ri. And I need to find my own place to live.”
Reinen tensed. She could feel it in the tightening of his body and the grip on her hand. “Can you give Andy a little more time to get Junie set in day care?”
“Of course. He said he’d start looking…”
She didn’t like the thought of it. Juniper had done very well in her little play program, but Felicity hated to think of long hours in day care for a child so young.
Reinen interrupted her thoughts. “Are you unhappy living at the house?”
He sounded angry, and Felicity lifted her head to study him carefully. “No. I’m not. But we both know that when you took me home from Docksiders, you weren’t intending—”
“I told you I’d move you out of Brian’s place. Where did you think I meant for you to go?”
Felicity took a slow breath, still watching him and noticing that he wasn’t making eye contact with her. “I don’t think you knew, Reinen. But I’m pretty sure you didn’t mean to—”
Reinen stood and paced away. With his hands on his hips, he stared into the water before turning around to come back and stand before her. “You’re right, Fee. I wasn’t inviting you to live with me that night. But…I like having you at the house. I don’t want—”
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