Free Spirits Shared by Jory Strong Page A

then
dipped between thighs so she grew more flushed and needy. She had a
choice to make today.
    No, she'd already made that choice. She'd
made it last night when she'd gotten in bed knowing they'd make
love with Tekoa in the room.
    She needed to find out if she could handle
sharing Clay. Everything had changed and nothing had changed.
    Despite how attracted she was to Tekoa,
despite how much she liked him and how natural it felt to be with
him, Clay was enough for her, but she wasn't enough for
Clay.
    She rubbed her thumb over the smooth band of
the engagement ring. She still wanted the promise of a
happy-ever-after, but he couldn't guarantee it. No one could.
    Clay woke. Blue eyes met hers and asked, Regrets?
    She touched her mouth to his. No
regrets .
    He grasped her hair, parted her lips with
the thrust of his tongue and fed warmth into her with each stroke
and twine, with the rub and press of his cock to her mound. And
that first kiss turned into a second, a third, finally ended with a
long, thorough kiss and a "Morning, babe."
    He got out of bed, leaving the covers in
place. Tekoa turned toward them, his gaze flicking over Clay's
nakedness as if it was an everyday sight.
    Heat blasted into her sex. Clay stretched
and rubbed his chest, his morning erection bobbing, brushing across
hard abs so she fought the urge to put her mouth on it and slide
her hand between her legs.
    Tekoa's mouth quirked upward and she bit her
bottom lip, not sure whether she was stifling a moan or a laugh. If
he expected mercy when it came to Clay, he was in for a hard
lesson. Her eyes dipped to the front of his jeans, a very hard
lesson.
    She clamped her legs more tightly together.
Turned on by having Tekoa look at Clay and want him.
    "Coffee's ready," Tekoa said, "I've got
cereal and fresh fruit if you like your breakfast light. Most days
I have eggs and sausage, either with toast or on biscuits. What's
your preference?"
    Clay rolled his shoulders. "That one's a no
brainer. Real food. Cereal and fruit don't cut it for me."
    "A man after my own heart. I'll start
cooking."
    Clay glanced at the floor. She followed that
glance and her pulse triple-timed beneath her jaw. Yesterday's
clothes were nowhere in sight.
    Her gaze jumped to the nightstand. The bra
was also gone.
    "Sorry," Tekoa said, "living in such a small
place has made me a neat freak. Either that or it comes with being
a law-and-order type. I put some clothes for you and Jessica in the
bathroom. I figured you'd both want to hit the shower first."
    Given how many times you made love last
night. He didn't say it, but he didn't need to. It was there in
his voice, in the way his eyelids lowered and his gaze returned to
Clay's cock.
    Her face flamed again while Clay's
held masculine satisfaction. "Yeah, you got that right."
    He headed for the bathroom, so comfortable
and casual with his lack of clothing that it wasn't a come-on, even
if Tekoa didn't look away until Clay had disappeared into the
bathroom.
    She closed her eyes and listened to Tekoa
cooking and the rain and wind outside. She couldn't hide in bed all
day. She didn't want to, though being able to meet Tekoa's gaze
without blushing would be a victory.
    In the dark it had been easy to lose herself
in the passion once the decision was made. In the light she wasn't
sorry any of it had happened but she wasn't ready to parade around
the cabin naked.
    She'd never been as quick to adapt or grab
for the brass ring as Clay. But that didn't mean she was a coward.
Could she really share him with another man?
    Yes.
    Did she want to?
    Yes.
    And then what?
     
     
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    Chapter
5
     
     
    The shower stopped and Jessica opened her
eyes. A few minutes later Clay stepped out of the bathroom wearing
dark gray sweats and a navy T-shirt with a white logo of a soccer
ball with a sheriff's five-pointed star in its center.
    He finished toweling his hair dry as he
walked toward her. Reaching the bed he said, "Here you go," and
stretched the towel