Chapter Twelve #3
She’d gotten so used to his soft kisses, the slow build that was so different from Jesse’s playful, eager voraciousness that this untamed heat, almost feral in its intensity, shocked her.
But she met that desperate edge with her own, kissing him back with all the yearning, all the pent-up need that had built inside her for him.
“I’ll just put the food in the kitchen, why don’t I?” Jesse suggested, his voice warm with amusement.
Neither of them answered. Knox was too busy devouring her mouth, she was too busy devouring his right back. She’d worked her hands into his hair, that wonderful fall of silvery gray, and was doing her best to climb him like a tree.
“Yeah, we’ll eat later,” Jesse continued, his voice fading as he presumably walked toward the kitchen.
She didn’t care. Knox had clamped his hands on her ass, boosting her up so she could wrap her legs around his hips, and finally—finally!
—she could feel him against her, hard and thick and right where she wanted him.
She moaned into his mouth. “Knox.”
He bit her lower lip, flicked it with his tongue. “What?”
“Are you going to say no again tonight?”
His breath burst out, a harsh exhalation of air that washed over her heated face. “I’m not saying no.”
“Because I don’t think I could take it,” she continued, raining desperate, pleading kisses over his jaw, down his neck.
“I mean, obviously you can say no. You can always say no. But I want you so much, and if you’re going to say no then I think I should just leave.
You can keep the fajitas, but I—” She broke off on a gasp when he grabbed her hair and yanked her head back.
She blinked up, staring into eyes that had gone a dark and misty gray-green.
“I’m not saying no.”
She swallowed, staring. “You’re not?”
He shook his head. “No.”
“Oh. Good.”
“Are you hungry?” he asked.
“No. Are you?”
“No.”
“Okay.” She hung in his arms, starting to slip a little now that he only had one hand under her ass holding her up.
Since she didn’t want to rip his hair out, she shifted her grip to his shoulders and boosted up.
He grunted, dropping his hand from her hair back to her ass, and they made a collective sound of pleasure when her pussy settled back into place over his hard dick.
“Knox?”
“Yeah?”
“Can you not say no now?”
A glimmer of a smile tickled the corners of his mouth and, tightening his grip on her ass, he started walking. “Yeah. I can do that.”
“Should I put these in the oven on warm, do you think, or put them in the fridge?” Jesse asked as they passed the kitchen.
“Fridge,” Knox said without taking his eyes off Chloe. “We’re gonna be a while.”
“Am I invited?” Jesse called after them.
“Is he invited?” Chloe asked, tightening her grip on his shoulders when they started up a set of stairs.
“Up to you, darling,” Knox said, taking the stairs at a steady pace. “I’m good either way. So’s Jesse.”
“Yes, you’re invited,” Chloe called over Knox’s shoulder, and giggled at Jesse’s shouted, “Woo-hoo!”
“He’s a goof,” she told Knox.
“Just one of the reasons I love him.”
They topped the stairs, and Chloe looked around. They were in an open room that, like the living space below, was mostly defined by its furnishings. A sitting area with bookshelves, an enormous bed. And a partial wall behind which she assumed there was a bath.
“That’s a really big bed,” she observed when Knox stopped next to it and set her on her feet.
“We like a lot of space.” Knox lifted his hands to her shirt. “May I?”
Excitement buzzing, she nodded, and he slipped the buttons on her simple flannel one by one. When he nudged it off her shoulders, one silvery eyebrow went up. “No bra?”
“I wanted to save time,” she confessed.
He chuckled and skimmed a finger down her sternum, between her breasts. “You’re so pretty here. So delicate.”
She shivered at his touch, barely noticing when Jesse joined them to sit on the side of the bed. “Does delicate mean small?”
“It means delicate,” he said.
“Fairy boobies,” Jesse reminded her.
“And sensitive,” Knox added, circling one nipple. Already taut, it tightened further at his touch, the color deepening to a ruddy brown.
Lightning speared from breast to loin, making her quiver. “Are you going to tease me like this all night?”
“Pretty much,” Knox said, shifting his attention to her other breast.
She swallowed. “Just checking.”
Jesse chuckled. “Let’s get these pants off you, sweetheart.”
She let him undo her jeans, obediently lifting one leg, then the other, and he tugged them off while Knox continued to fondle her breasts—stroking, squeezing, pinching just shy of discomfort.
It was like he was mapping them, learning their topography, ratcheting up the heat and need until she was all but squirming.
“Hey, Knox?” Jesse said.
Knox, stroking the sensitive undersides of her breasts with the edges of his pinkie fingers, gave an absent “Hmmm?” in reply.
“I think Chloe needs to lie down.”
“Does she?” Knox murmured, his attention still squarely on her breasts.
“She really does,” Chloe chimed in. Her knees were wobbling, her belly quivering.
“Okay,” Knox said agreeably.
His hands dropped away from her breasts to circle her waist, nudging her back and guiding her down, and Chloe found herself lying in the middle of the big bed.
Someone—probably Jesse, she hadn’t been paying attention—had pulled down the duvet, so she nestled on soft sheets the color of spring grass, a soft-as-a-cloud pillow under her head.
Naked, she stretched, reaching her arms up toward the headboard, and two pairs of heated eyes followed the motion. Power surging through her, she smiled. “Get naked.”
“Bossy,” Jesse commented and reached for the hem of his shirt. “I like it.”
Knox tugged off his sweater. “Of course, you do.”
“You like it, too,” Jesse accused, shucking jeans and underwear in one quick motion.
“Duh,” Knox replied and peeled off his pants.
Chloe sat up to watch. She’d seen Jesse naked before, and he was just as impressive as she remembered. But she’d only seen Knox shirtless, and she wanted to see the rest.
Long, leanly muscled legs, dusted with the same salt-and-pepper hair that spread over his chest. He had narrow hips, with a clearly defined Adonis belt, and the happy trail that led from his belly button fanned out into a neatly trimmed patch of pubic hair around…
She pointed an accusing finger at Jesse. “You lied.”
Knox, who’d been standing amused under her regard, looked at his husband. “What’s she talking about?”
“She asked me if you were ‘this thick’,” Jesse explained, hefting his own dick. “I said you weren’t.”
“Which was a lie,” Chloe repeated.
“It’s not. Look, see?” He stepped closer to Knox, angled so their dicks were nearly touching. “Not as thick.”
She leaned forward, eyes narrowed. “That’s a difference of centimeters. Millimeters.”
“Actually, there’s five eighths of an inch difference in circumference.”
“You measured?”
Jesse snorted. “We’re guys, of course we measured.”
Chloe just stared at them, then at their dicks. Which looked delightful, as dicks went, and her pussy was certainly game, but… “I’m not sure this is going to work.”
“What?” Knox asked.
“The whole, you know.” She waved her hands in the air. “Anal thing.”
“We don’t have to do that,” Knox reminded her. “Not if you don’t want to.”
“Yeah, but I really wanted to,” she said, still staring at his dick. It was slightly slimmer than Jesse’s, and not so long that it was intimidating. And Knox was the more controlled of the two.
She looked up at him. “Do you promise you’ll go slow?”
“As slow as you need, darling.”
“And use lots of lube?”
“I’ll swim in it,” he vowed.
“And I’ll be right there,” Jesse put in.
She reared back, alarmed. “I’m not ready for that!”
“No, no, that’s not what he meant,” Knox began.
“I meant I’d lick your pussy, play with your tits,” Jesse hurried to explain. “Distract you.”
Heart racing, she collapsed on the bed. “Oh. I thought you meant double penetration.”
“You’re not ready for that,” Jesse told her.
“That’s what I said,” she reminded him, and he grinned.
“We’ll do whatever you want, Chloe,” Knox said. “It’s your show, darling. You’re in charge.”
She eyed his dick again. His very pretty, not-so-intimidating dick. You’re in charge, she reminded herself, and nodded. “Okay, how do we do this?”