Free Must Love Cakes: Watkin's Pond, Book 3 by Virginia Nelson

shoulder, rubbing lazy circles on his chest. “You pass out when you come? That’s kind of hot.”
    Grady’s snicker behind her had him twisting his head to see the other man using her hip as a pillow. “Hot? You can call it that if you want to.”
    Ben swatted at him. Grady ducked, so Ben didn’t manage to connect with his blockhead. “Dick.”
    “Assfucker,” Grady replied good-naturedly.
    Carrie rolled her eyes, and Ben couldn’t resist tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “You’re both so childish.”
    Giving in to temptation, Ben kissed her. “We’re still us. You’re still you. Proof sex didn’t change things.”
    Grady grunted. “I beg to differ.”
    Arching a brow, Ben grudgingly released her so he could scowl at him. “How does it change things?”
    Grady’s grin was infectious, Carrie’s laugh washing over Ben and soothing any lingering worries away as he too answered the joyous look and sound with a smile of his own.
    “Well…” Grady rolled Carrie over so he could reach her breasts. Before he bothered answering, Grady kissed each of her nipples, further making their lover laugh. “Now that we’ve had her, I don’t know if I’m going to be able to resist sliding my hands under those skirts of hers.”
    Ben couldn’t disagree. “Or pulling her aside so we can kiss her until she gets that glazed look in her eyes, maybe behind a door…”
    Grady snorted. “Kiss her? You can pull her aside to kiss her. I’m going to try to make her come, regardless of where we are, to see if she can resist crying out and giving us away.”
    Ben smiled. It was an amusing thought. But it brought back a more sobering one. “People are going to talk, you’re both aware of that, right? No matter how happy we might be together, people are going to talk about it. Some might say some pretty fucked up stuff too.” His imagination was rife with the kind of things the small-town gossips might say about the three of them in an obvious and unapologetic relationship.
    Carrie surprised him, rolling back over so she could bite his nipple. “You’re always our worrywart, Bennie-boy.”
    He stroked her hair. She’d always been precious to him. He’d gotten into more than one fight over the years, trying to protect her from things. “One of us has to be. You lead with your heart, Blockhead plunges into shit without thinking.”
    She smiled a sweet smile and leaned down to kiss him. Something about the taste of her, all sweetness and temptations wrapped in one woman, drugged his mind and had him dragging her closer. But she wasn’t done, so she pulled free and nipped his chin. “Okay, worrier, they were already talking. For years, we’ve heard it all. People have assumed that we’ve been fucking for about as long as I’ve had breasts.”
    “Wonderful breasts,” Grady pointed out. “The perfect titties.”
    Rolling her eyes, she shook her head. “Yes, fantastic. But my point is that we’ve lived with that for years.”
    She shrugged and smiled again.
    And he got it. “Basically, nothing changed there, either. Well…”
    Her hand closed over his dick and he was shocked to feel himself harden again. “Exactly. The only difference is that now we get to enjoy everything they thought we were doing.”
    “And a whole lot more,” Ben finished.
    Her eyes widened. “More?”
    Sharing a grin with Grady, Ben nodded before pulling her back down so he could recapture her lips. “Oh, shit yeah, sweetheart. We are both very, very creative men.”
    And then he lost himself in the flavor of her, satisfied that they’d be as they always were.
    The three of them against the world, together as they were meant to be.

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