by Leah Brooke
She’d taken a bath. She’d had a little wine, and talked to Boone and Chase.
Told them more than she’d meant to.
Boone had carried her.
She didn’t remember anything after that.
The house was quiet—too quiet—leaving her even more disoriented.
Halfway around the bed, she realized she was naked, and with another curse, snagged her robe from the foot of the bed where she kept it. Shoving her arms into the sleeves, she raced toward the hallway, crying out in shock when a hard arm snagged her waist from behind.
“Hey!” Chase wrapped his arms around her from behind, nuzzling her neck, his hold warming her all the way through. “Shh. You’ll wake Theresa.” He turned her in his arms, holding her against him as he rubbed her back. “You jumped out of bed like your ass was on fire. Scared the hell out of me.”
“Sorry.” Slumping against him, she ran her hands over his muscular chest, letting the warmth of his body seep into her. Smiling at the feel of his cock pressing against her belly, she snuggled closer. “You’re naked.”
Chuckling, he patted her ass. “You know I always sleep naked, especially when I’m in bed with you. You were naked, too, until a minute ago.”
Breathing in the scent of him, she closed her eyes again, their whispered voices in the darkness providing an intimacy she desperately needed. “Hell, I’m foggy. What time is it? Where’s Theresa? Where’s Boone? Jeez, Chase, I don’t remember even getting into bed.”
“You didn’t. Boone put you there. It’s a little after four.” With a sigh, Chase rocked her. “I thought you’d sleep until morning.”
“It’s four in the morning?” Surprised that she’d slept so long, she lifted her head and struggled to focus on his features. “I must have slept hard, but now that I’m up, I’m hungry. What the hell happened?”
Releasing her, Chase moved away, the nightlight in the hallway allowing her to see him pulling on a pair of jeans. “You were half-asleep in the tub. We put you to bed.” Once he fastened his jeans, he reached for her. “Come on. Let’s get you something to eat. Do you want the dinner I brought home, or something lighter?”
Her stomach growled, a reminder that she hadn’t been able to eat all day. “I want the dinner. I’m starving.”
With an arm around her waist, he led her from the room. “I’m sure you are. You haven’t eaten anything today. We checked.”
Guilt stabbed at her. “I didn’t even feed Theresa her dinner. She’s going to wake up hungry.” Turning, she tried to push past him. “Let me just get her up and feed her something. She’s got to be hungry.”
Tightening his hold, he turned her back around, urging her toward the kitchen. “Do you really think we’d let our daughter go to bed without her dinner—and do you really think Theresa would be sound asleep if she was hungry? For your information, our daughter already ate her dinner, and she ate like a little pig. She had turkey dinner, green beans, sweet potatoes and pears for dessert. Ate every bite except for the mouthful of sweet potatoes she spit at Boone when he made her laugh.”
Chuckling, he changed direction. “But, I know what a nervous momma you can be, and that you won’t relax and eat your own dinner until you see for yourself that we’re perfectly capable of taking care of our daughter.”
Inwardly wincing at the hurt and edge of anger in his tone, Rachel continued to the nursery. Pausing at the doorway, she leaned against Chase, smiling and blinking back tears at the sight in front of her.
Illuminated by the low light of the princess nightlight on the dresser, she could see Boone’s big body sprawled on the daybed.
Dressed in sweat pants and a T-shirt, he lay sound asleep in the midst of pink and white ruffles she’d used to decorate the daybed in Theresa’s room. One muscular arm was stretched out and through the slats in the crib, his big hand flattened protectively on the baby blanket over Theresa’s diapered bottom.
Incredibly moved at the sight, she flattened a hand on Chase’s chest and sighed. Seeing Boone and their daughter sleeping so soundly together made her feel guiltier than ever—for falling asleep when she should have been taking care of Theresa—and for standing in the way of moments like this by trying to take care of Theresa herself. “I’m sorry. Christ, I’ve messed up, haven’t I?”
Kissing her hair, Chase turned her away and back toward the kitchen. “There’s nothing to be sorry for. Theresa is our daughter, too, and our responsibility. Besides, we enjoyed the hell out of it. Boone had to change clothes after he finished feeding her, but both of us had a ball. She was full of energy after her nap, so we played.”
Shrugging, he grinned. “She was more interested in playing with her toes than her bunny. I started putting her foot in my mouth, and she laughed so damned hard, I thought she was going to be sick.”
Smiling, she pulled him to a halt in the middle of the dark hallway and pressed her lips against his naked chest. “I always love watching you play with her. She loves her daddies.”
“And her daddies love her. She’s not an obligation to us, Rachel, any more than you are.” Shaking his head when she would have spoken, he took her hand in his. “We’ve got a lot to sort out, but first things first.” Turning her away again, he led her to the kitchen, pulling out a chair and guiding her into it. “You must really be hungry. Reese said that you didn’t eat any lunch, or even the crackers he put out for you.”
“You talked to him?”
Chase turned from the refrigerator with a scowl. “Did you think I wouldn’t?” He bent to retrieve the takeout container. “I’ll heat up your dinner.”
Watching him transfer her food from the takeout container to a plate, she ran a hand through her tangled hair, her stomach clenching at the memory of Mona’s visit. “What did Reese say?”
After placing the plate in the microwave to heat, he turned back to her. “He told me that Mona came in and what he heard of the conversation. He had a pretty good head of steam on him, and wanted Boone and I to know that you still think we married you because you were pregnant.”
Damn it.
Running a finger over the pattern in the place mat in front of her, she shrugged and struggled to hide her dismay. “I told him that I didn’t really believe that.”
“He didn’t believe you, and neither do I.” Turning, he braced a hand on the table, looming over her. “Christ, Rachel, how could you even think such a thing?”
With a sigh, she braced her head on her hand and lifted her gaze to his, hoping her cheeks weren’t as red as they felt. “Okay, I believed it when we first got married—but I haven’t really thought about it in months.” Shrugging she looked away, embarrassed to be so insecure. “Seeing her just brought it all back. How could you love someone like her—and then love me? We’re so different.”
“That’s very true.” Taking the seat next to her, he gestured for her to eat. “You asked how we could love someone like Mona and love you.” With a sigh, he poured her a glass of wine and got a beer for himself. “After we broke up, it didn’t take us long to realize that we didn’t really love her.” He stared down into his glass. “We were infatuated with her. It was with her that we realized what we’d been missing in other relationships. With her, we learned that we were happier sharing a woman. We were more upset about the abortion, and I guess felt stupid for being so gullible. We saw her for who she really was, something we’d subconsciously ignored, because it just felt so right to share a woman. I guess we didn’t want that to end. But, after she aborted our child, we couldn’t ignore it any longer. We had to face the truth.”
“And when we moved to Desire, we met you—and realized how much we’d been missing.” Boone’s deep voice, husky with sleep, came from the doorway just behind her. His hand moved over her hair as he took the seat on the other side of her, his expression watchful as he took a sip from her glass. “We met you and found everything we’d always wanted—all wrapped up in one delicious package. You scared the hell out of us, baby.”
Blowing out a breath, Chase leaned back in his chair. “When we met you, we fell hard, but we were afraid that you would be the same illusion she was.”
The delicious smell of shrimp and pasta proved too irresistible to ignore. Glancing from one to the other, she began eating. “I can understand that. I would probably feel the same way.” Shrugging, she took another sip of wine. “It’s just that seeing her made me realize how boring and plain I must seem to you now. You get up in the morning to a woman rushing around to take care of the baby, and who doesn’t have time for romance and intimacy. I haven’t been giving either one of you the time you deserve.” Sighing, she toyed with a shrimp. “By the time I get home from work, I’m so tired that I can’t even think about sex.”
Boone frowned. “Theresa’s our daughter. If you would let us help with her, then you would have more time, and wouldn’t be as tired.”
Logically, Rachel knew he was right, but logic had nothing to do with emotion. “I’ve been afraid that you would think I wasn’t a capable mother.” She glanced at each of them before staring down at her plate again, her mind racing with memories of her father’s disappointment. “My mother failed, too. She took care of us and my dad had affair after affair. I wanted to do better.” She took a sip of wine to wash down the lump in her throat. “Now, I realize how much I’ve taken away from you by insisting on doing everything myself.” No longer hungry, she went to the sink and threw her plate into it, grimacing at the crash when it broke. “You’re nothing like my dad. I should have realized it, but I was so scared.”
Blinking back tears, she looked at the ceiling. “I don’t want to depend on you for money. I want to be a good wife and mother, but I’m messing up everything.”
“That’s enough!” Chase gripped her arm and spun her toward him. “You’re not messing up a damned thing. All three of us have made some mistakes, and I’m not about to sit here and listen to you take the blame for everything. You have to learn to let us help, and we have to push you to relax more, and somehow convince you that we could never be interested in another woman.”
Feeling like a fool, and irritated with herself, Rachel shook her head. “No.” Leaning against him, she met Boone’s gaze. “You show me every day that you love me. This is all in my head, and I’m the one who has to work it out. I’m going back to bed.”
Boone got to his feet. “But, you haven’t eaten.”
“I’m not hungry. Just tired, and disgusted with myself.” She ran a hand through her hair, grimacing again at the tangles. “And a mess.”
Chase smiled and moved closer. “I love when you look tousled.” Wrapping an arm around her waist, he yanked her closer, sliding his free hand inside her robe. “I like it so much that I’m about to tousle you a little more.”
Her body responded at once, her nipple beading beneath his callused palm. Hot streams of hunger swept through her, from her nipple to her slit and back again, and with a moan of pleasure she slumped against him.
Her husbands knew her well. They knew how to touch her. They knew her moods.
They knew what she needed, sometimes before she did.
They proved it now, running their hands over with a passion and caring that she desperately craved.
Trembling as Boone circled her and closed in on her from behind, she lifted her hands to circle his neck, tangling her fingers in his hair. “I love both of you so damned much.”
Kneeling in front of her, Chase pressed his lips to her belly. “And we love you. We’re not going to let you hide parts of yourself anymore. Everything out in the open.”
Boone yanked the edges of her robe aside and cupped her breasts, tugging lightly at her nipples. “Chase and I have made mistakes with you, and let you have your way far too often.” He tightened his fingers on her nipples, startling a cry from her. “Quiet!”
Her pussy clenched at the sharp demand in his voice, her entire body trembling at the spike of sexual tension.
Wrapping his arms around her waist, he touched his lips to her ear. “If you wake Theresa, I’m going to turn you over my knee and give you the spanking you deserve for keeping so much from us.”
Sliding his hands up her thighs, Chase held her gaze. “I know I’d welcome an excuse to paddle your ass. It’s been a long time since I’ve had the pleasure.”
Biting back a moan, Rachel shivered at the threat, their focused attention on her suddenly overwhelming.
Chase ran his thumbs over her folds, parting them as he leaned closer. “Look at that pretty clit.” He stroked a finger over the throbbing bundle of nerves, smiling when she gasped. “It’s all red and swollen. Poor baby. I’ll bet it’s agony.” The amusement in his voice didn’t bode well for her chances of being able to come anytime soon, and she knew him well enough to know that he had no qualms about teasing her until she begged.
She was very close to begging already, thrilling at the slide of her husbands’ hands over her as Boone unbelted her robe and used the belt to tie her hands around his neck.
With both hands free, he seemed determined to torment her, running palms over her breasts with a firmness and hunger that thrilled her. Rolling her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, Boone placed several open kisses over her neck and shoulders, his cock pressing insistently against her back. “You’ve obviously mistaken our concern for your health for disinterest in sex. I think it’s time to show you just how wrong you are about that.”
Pressing his cock against the small of her back, he tugged her nipples, forcing another cry from her. “Does this feel like I don’t want you? I always want you.”
Rachel tried to bite back a moan as Chase focused his attention on her clit, crying out when he tightened his grip on her thighs and lifted them over his shoulders. Grateful for the arm Boone slid around her waist to hold her, she struggled to hold back cries of pleasure so she didn’t wake Theresa.
She cherished this time with her husbands and wanted no interruptions.
The light flicks of Chase’s tongue over her clit drove her relentlessly toward the edge, each slide making her shake even harder. Her clit burned, so swollen and sensitive that even the caress of his breath on it became too intense to endure. Still, she wanted more, and lifted her hips for more intense friction, her body jolting with every flick of his tongue.
It burned hotter, her clit throbbing with every beat of her heart until she teetered on the edge. Tightening in anticipation of the pleasure to come, she groaned when Chase chuckled and pulled back, frustration sparking her temper. “You’re not coming until I’m inside you, baby.”
“Don’t tease me.”
His gaze raked over her as he stepped back and reached into his pocket, withdrawing a condom. “But, baby, I like teasing you.” Using the foil packet to tease her right nipple, he watched her face as Boone ran his thumb lightly over the other. “I like seeing you all spread and defenseless, and since your thighs are soaked, I don’t think you can deny you like being so vulnerable.”
Rachel’s breath caught at the sight of Chase yanking his jeans to his knees and rolling on the condom. Arching, she pressed her breast more firmly against Boone’s hand, a moan escaping when the arm around her waist tightened and lifted her several inches off the floor.
Chase moved in, lifting her thighs to wrap her legs around his waist. Smiling, he tilted her hips and plunged into her, bending to nip at her lips as he filled her completely. His eyes narrowed on hers, the glint in them unmistakable. “I guess this feels like I don’t want you, too.”
Boone’s hands slid to her bottom, lifting her higher and spreading her ass cheeks as Chase began to move. “When Chase is done fucking you, I’m taking you to bed and starting all over again. You might think that we’ve forgotten that you’re more than Theresa’s mother, but we haven’t forgotten a thing.”
“Hmmm.” Rachel tilted her head back to his shoulder to kiss his jaw, groaning at every hard thrust of Chase’s cock. “Yes! So good. Just like before. Better.”
Every str
oke filled her pussy with heat—every thrust going so deep it stole her breath.
She trembled all over, the bombardment to her senses overwhelming. Reveling in their attention and the purpose in their eyes and touch, she let sensation take over.
She didn’t think about being a mother or proving anything. Nothing mattered at that moment except the growing intimacy between her and her husbands.
The reinforcement of the bond between them, the passion that hadn’t been forgotten.
Pumping into her, Chase watched her through hooded eyes. “Look at you. So fucking beautiful. So passionate. Christ, I love being inside you. I love taking you.” Spreading her thighs wider, he bent to take her mouth in a hard kiss, filled with hunger. Lifting his head, he stared into her eyes and thrust faster. “I love knowing you’re mine, and if you think I’m going to risk that on some bimbo, you deserve to be spanked.”
Boone nipped at her earlobe. “Something I plan to address as soon as she gets home from work today.”
Struggling to keep her cries low, she bucked in their arms, every inch of her body awash in pleasure. “Promise? Oh, God, it’s been so long!”
Her bottom cheeks clenched as memories of the times they’d spanked her raced through her mind. Sometimes, they’d just hold her over their laps and tease her. Sometimes, they’d spank her until her bottom burned, and then caress her until the heat spread and encompassed her entire slit.
Boone wrapped his arm around her waist, running his other hand over her breasts while scraping his teeth over her neck. “Too long. I want you so damned much, I’m shaking with it.”
“I’m sorry! It’s my fault. God, that feels so good. I’m gonna come.” Bucking between them, she felt the first warning tingles of her approaching orgasm, throwing her head back against Boone as the pleasure sharpened.
Adjusting his hold, Chase settled his thumb over her clit and began to thrust faster. “Yeah, baby. That’s it. Come for me. Damn it feels good when your pussy clenches on my cock. It feels like you’re trying to suck me in deeper.”