Chapter 9
CHAPTER NINE
I never knew the next woman to
cook in this kitchen would be
one that I loved.
Mom, you’d approve.
~ Ethan
THE BIRDS TWITTERING outside the window had Chloé waking the next morning in a bed other than their usual.
She stretched beneath the sheets of the California king in the cabana and smiled to herself as she rolled to her side and saw Ethan on his back, one arm across his chest and the other up under his pillow.
He looked so peaceful when he slept. Dark lashes, ruffled hair, his oh-so-serious mouth relaxed. As she watched him, she reached out and brushed her fingers through the soft strands resting on his forehead.
“Careful.” Zayne’s sleepy voice found her over her shoulder. “You sure you want to wake the beast just yet?”
She grinned. “I wasn’t trying to wake him. I just—”
“Couldn’t resist touching him?”
She bit down into her lip as Zayne shifted and rested his chin on her shoulder.
“I can’t blame you. He’s pretty irresistible.”
“So are you.”
Zayne pressed a kiss to her shoulder, then smoothed a hand down to the curve of her hip, where he gently tugged her to her back and moved in to steal a morning kiss.
Chloé melted into the soft mattress as Zayne’s tongue swept along her lower lip then dipped inside, and she wrapped her arms around his neck and arched up into him. Now this was the way to wake up on her day off—kissing one of her lovers in their pool house after a night of unbelievable passion.
She had a vague recollection of how’d they’d gotten upstairs.
It’d been after a relaxing midnight swim and then…
round two. But after that she must’ve drifted off, because all she remembered was Ethan wrapping her up in a towel and carrying her up the stairs, apparently blissed out of her mind from the best surprise ever.
“How do you look so good in the morning?” Zayne kissed his way up her jaw, and when Chloé angled her head on the pillow to give him greater access, her eyes collided with Ethan’s.
“Now that’s a good question. How do you look so good in the morning, petite fille? ”
A smile slowly curved her lips. “I don’t. I’m a mess. Especially my hair.”
“Not true,” Ethan said as he reached for a strand, and Zayne raised his head.
“He’s right, Red. There’s nothing messy about you.” He pressed another quick kiss to her lips then leaned over her to greet Ethan the same way. “Good morning.”
“Good morning. I’m surprised you can move. Chloé worked you out pretty good last night, if I remember correctly.”
He did, and Chloé’s burning cheeks confirmed it. She still couldn’t believe what she’d done to Zayne last night. What Ethan had let her do. But she had to admit, she’d loved every second of it. Driving Zayne crazy, holding the power, had been as much of a turn-on as following Ethan’s directions.
“I can move, but I’m definitely feeling it.” Zayne smirked at her. “Who knew our girl would be such a…rough rider?”
“Oh my God.” Chloé lowered her eyes, her cheeks scarlet now.
“Aw, that’s nothing to be ashamed of, Red. Being strapped down like that isn’t worth it unless I come out the other side looking like I’ve been ridden hard and put away wet.”
She groaned, and Ethan trailed his fingers down her arm. “Are you embarrassed?”
“No.” When he arched a brow, she rolled her eyes. “Okay, maybe a little.”
“Why? Did you not enjoy what happened last night?”
“No, I did. It’s just…” She shifted her eyes to Zayne, who was watching her with a devilish smirk.
“It’s okay, Red. You can say it.”
“He’s right.” Ethan shifted closer to them. “You can tell us anything. If you don’t like something, we want to know.”
Feeling a little cheeky with how they’d just played with her, Chloé made a show of worrying her lower lip. “I didn’t like it.”
Zayne’s forehead furrowed as he shifted off her to the side.
“Really?” Ethan’s voice relayed both of their shock, but then he nodded. “Okay. We must’ve misread that, but—”
“I didn’t like it,” she interrupted him, then grinned like a fiend. “I loved it.”
Ethan’s eyes narrowed, and the next thing she knew he was grabbing her and hauling her up over his body, sheet and all. Chloé shrieked, then started giggling.
“That was a very mean trick, petite fille. ”
Chloé laughed a little harder as he wrapped his arms around her and began to draw the sheet up from their feet. As the soft material floated over the back of her calves, thighs, and finally her bare ass, she gasped, and Ethan looked to Zayne, who was gloriously naked beside them.
“How do you think we should punish her for such a lie, Zayne?”
Zayne eyed her bare behind and scooted in closer. “I can think of a few things.” He smoothed his palm over her right cheek, and Chloé moaned and arched up into it.
Ethan’s lips crooked as he tightened his hold on the bunched-up sheet at her waist, and she couldn’t help but rub herself over the erection pressing against her bare mound.
“This is a punishment, gorgeous. Not time to get yourself off.”
Chloé aimed a mischievous grin down at him. “So should I apologize?”
“You could… But that’s not going to help you.” His eyes shifted past her shoulder. “Zayne?”
A sharp, stinging smack to her behind had Chloé’s breath catching and her head whipping around.
“ Ouch .”
Zayne rubbed his hand over her tingling skin. “Aw, that was just a little love tap.”
“ Love tap? I’m going to have an imprint of your hand on my—”
Smack.
Chloé’s hips automatically jerked forward, Ethan thrust up, and the delicious friction from his hard-on against her made her moan.
“Again,” Ethan said, and this time Chloé braced her hands on either side of his head just as Zayne’s hand landed.
The quick smack had not only her ass tingling but her clit too, and despite what Ethan had said, she began to rock on top of him.
She knew he’d probably tell her to stop at any moment, but she didn’t care.
She was in it now, and it felt too good to stop.
So when he said nothing, she took that as a sign that she could keep going.
She curled her fingers around the pillow under his head, and a second later— smack .
“ Ah .” Her bare cheeks felt hot and tender now as she continued on her quest for climax, and when she felt Zayne move up behind her and grind his cock over the crack of her ass, Ethan smirked.
“Now what are you going to do, gorgeous? I believe you are what they call caught between a rock and a hard place.”
Chloé shoved back, brushing her ass up against Zayne. “Do I have permission to come?”
“If you didn’t”—Ethan removed his hands from her back and pulled her hips closer—“I would’ve stopped you by now.”
Yes, he would’ve.
Chloé’s breasts pressed up against Ethan’s chest as Zayne moved down over her and wrapped his big hands around the gold bracelets surrounding her wrists.
She closed her eyes and enjoyed the feel of being trapped between the two of them as Ethan slid his hands over her hips to Zayne’s, holding them both in place.
“Go on, then—make yourself come.”
Not needing any more permission, Chloé began to grind herself between the two hard cocks wedged up against her, and the friction felt amazing.
Zayne’s mouth was on her shoulder, kissing and sucking the skin there, as Ethan watched on.
His heavy-lidded gaze and the sticky pre-cum coating her clit and thighs mixed with her own arousal as Zayne painted her backside, and right there in the light of the morning they woke each other up in much the same way they’d all said good night.
Tangled up in one another, as they fell over the edge of the cliff and into oblivion.
* * *
“HOW MANY TIMES do I have to tell you, Red? You can’t just leave your clothes all over the property.” Zayne bent down and picked up Chloé’s thong, twirling it around his finger. “You never know who might stop by.”
Chloé grabbed the lace off him and poked her tongue out. She looked absolutely adorable walking across the grounds in nothing but Ethan’s shirt from yesterday.
“You can blame him for that.” She pointed an accusatory finger in Ethan’s direction. “He made me do it.”
“I didn’t make you do anything.” Ethan caught her around the waist and kissed her pouty lips. “I merely asked you to strip, and you did.”
Chloé giggled and shoved him away. “Same thing. Now stop trying to distract me.”
“Is that what I’m doing?”
“You know it is, and I have things to do today before we go into town.”
“Into town?” Zayne strolled over to where her and Ethan stood, the rest of Chloé’s garments in hand. They really were going to have to reenact this for him sometime when he wasn’t…incapacitated.
Not that he was complaining. He’d more than enjoyed what had come after Chloé skipped through the gardens naked. He just wished he could’ve been there to see it.
“Pasta night. Every Wednesday.”
“Oh shit, that’s right. I’ll remember that eventually.”
“It’s okay. It’s been part of my life since I was born—it’s been part of yours for a few weeks.”
Zayne took her hand in his as the three of them headed back toward the main house. “I’m not gonna lie. It’s a damn good part of it.”
“He’s not wrong,” Ethan said. “Having homemade pasta from the Priestley-Thorntons every week is like winning the jackpot.”
“Well, technically it’s from you too. No one gets a free meal on pasta night. You have to work for it.”
“Okay, but getting a cooking lesson from you is just as lucky.”
Chloé bumped into Ethan’s shoulder. “Aw, that’s sweet. But now that you mention it, I was going to spend the day working on some of my menu, if that’s okay.”
“Of course.”
“Aaaand I was hoping you two would be willing to taste-test for me?” She looked between them, and Zayne chuckled.
“Oh, please, twist my arm.”
She clapped her hands together. “Perfect. I’m so nervous and I want to get this right. But I think I’m close to narrowing it down.”
“Then why don’t we get inside so you can get some clothes on and get to work?”