her ass straight for her pussy.
I can already smell heaven again.
Braden knew his fingers were headed toward the sweetest coating of honey. If he slipped just one digit inside and took a feel of her tight, wet cunt, he would have his jeans open and around his hips, begging for her hand on his cock by the time he hit her G-spot.
No. Not right now. Not when I can’t finish it.
Tearing his hands and mouth from Abby, Braden sucked in the biggest breath of cleansing air he could steal. “Jesus.” She looked like spun candy, and his aunt Ida always said he had the sweetest tooth of any man she knew. Braden wiped his mouth and noticed his hand was shaking. Damn . He laid a hard stare on her; if he didn’t, he would have his hands all over her again. “I have to go before I spread you out on that bed and don’t let you up for a week.”
Somehow already as natural as breathing, Braden’s gaze went to the dark man at his left. “Same goes for you, Santiago.” Christ . Before he ended up walking into work with a dark stain at his crotch, Braden grabbed the makeshift breakfast Abby offered and strode out of the room. “I’ll see you both tonight.” He waved without looking back. “Bye.”
Only when he made it to his car did Braden realize he hadn’t asked Abby anything more about the day her parents were murdered and the “wrong-looking” hand in her most recent dreams.
“Fuck.”
* * *
Abby stared at the archway Braden had just vacated. Her heart still beat too fast to feel natural, and she still rode a wave of electricity that had barely slowed down in the aftermath of what they’d all done in her bed.
That was not how I expected to wake up this morning . She shook her head and stifled a rueful laugh. Not exactly how I expected to go to sleep last night either.
Strangely, not for one second during Braden’s intoxicating kiss had Abby ever forgotten that Rodrigo was right there next to them. In fact, his presence had wound her up even more, somehow stirring her to greater, faster heights of pleasure while kissing Braden. Not that Braden didn’t know how to work the hell out of a kiss or use those big hands of his like a musician finessing the finest instrument—he damn well did.
Aside from his kiss, Abby responded on a visceral level to the calm and confidence in everything Braden did. No one was more at ease with himself than Braden Crenshaw, and when Abby was around him, she felt herself reaching for the same. Except for when he’d just kissed her. Jeez, that cool had slipped away from him for just a moment, and his unexpected loss of control had surged through Abby and acted as wildfire. Add to that Rodrigo being here, watching, maybe wanting to do the same to her and Braden equally, and that had worked on Abby like adding that final spark to a drought-ridden forest.
Now, though, even more bizarre, with Braden gone Abby felt almost shy with only her and Rodrigo in the room. This man had always pulled a ridiculously juvenile nervousness out of Abby that she didn’t normally feel with other men, pushing her almost back to being an insecure, lonely kid in high school with a crush on the popular football jock. Except she knew through her friendship with Christian that Rodrigo had been anything but popular in school; he had suffered as much isolation as she had. Only, while she’d turn inward and started fiddling with recyclable metals and material as a means to create jewelry, Rodrigo had worked off the books at construction sites before he was legally able. Upon graduation, he had funneled that drive into a couple of tech schools, gaining a contractor’s license as well as attending a local community college where he earned himself a business degree. A self-made man. And God, from the beginning, she had found him devastatingly fascinating.
Too much.
With just Rodrigo, Abby suddenly felt more naked standing in her nightdress than she had while spread out on her bed begging for his and Braden’s
I can already smell heaven again.
Braden knew his fingers were headed toward the sweetest coating of honey. If he slipped just one digit inside and took a feel of her tight, wet cunt, he would have his jeans open and around his hips, begging for her hand on his cock by the time he hit her G-spot.
No. Not right now. Not when I can’t finish it.
Tearing his hands and mouth from Abby, Braden sucked in the biggest breath of cleansing air he could steal. “Jesus.” She looked like spun candy, and his aunt Ida always said he had the sweetest tooth of any man she knew. Braden wiped his mouth and noticed his hand was shaking. Damn . He laid a hard stare on her; if he didn’t, he would have his hands all over her again. “I have to go before I spread you out on that bed and don’t let you up for a week.”
Somehow already as natural as breathing, Braden’s gaze went to the dark man at his left. “Same goes for you, Santiago.” Christ . Before he ended up walking into work with a dark stain at his crotch, Braden grabbed the makeshift breakfast Abby offered and strode out of the room. “I’ll see you both tonight.” He waved without looking back. “Bye.”
Only when he made it to his car did Braden realize he hadn’t asked Abby anything more about the day her parents were murdered and the “wrong-looking” hand in her most recent dreams.
“Fuck.”
* * *
Abby stared at the archway Braden had just vacated. Her heart still beat too fast to feel natural, and she still rode a wave of electricity that had barely slowed down in the aftermath of what they’d all done in her bed.
That was not how I expected to wake up this morning . She shook her head and stifled a rueful laugh. Not exactly how I expected to go to sleep last night either.
Strangely, not for one second during Braden’s intoxicating kiss had Abby ever forgotten that Rodrigo was right there next to them. In fact, his presence had wound her up even more, somehow stirring her to greater, faster heights of pleasure while kissing Braden. Not that Braden didn’t know how to work the hell out of a kiss or use those big hands of his like a musician finessing the finest instrument—he damn well did.
Aside from his kiss, Abby responded on a visceral level to the calm and confidence in everything Braden did. No one was more at ease with himself than Braden Crenshaw, and when Abby was around him, she felt herself reaching for the same. Except for when he’d just kissed her. Jeez, that cool had slipped away from him for just a moment, and his unexpected loss of control had surged through Abby and acted as wildfire. Add to that Rodrigo being here, watching, maybe wanting to do the same to her and Braden equally, and that had worked on Abby like adding that final spark to a drought-ridden forest.
Now, though, even more bizarre, with Braden gone Abby felt almost shy with only her and Rodrigo in the room. This man had always pulled a ridiculously juvenile nervousness out of Abby that she didn’t normally feel with other men, pushing her almost back to being an insecure, lonely kid in high school with a crush on the popular football jock. Except she knew through her friendship with Christian that Rodrigo had been anything but popular in school; he had suffered as much isolation as she had. Only, while she’d turn inward and started fiddling with recyclable metals and material as a means to create jewelry, Rodrigo had worked off the books at construction sites before he was legally able. Upon graduation, he had funneled that drive into a couple of tech schools, gaining a contractor’s license as well as attending a local community college where he earned himself a business degree. A self-made man. And God, from the beginning, she had found him devastatingly fascinating.
Too much.
With just Rodrigo, Abby suddenly felt more naked standing in her nightdress than she had while spread out on her bed begging for his and Braden’s