Hot Sauce (Suncoast Society #26)(47)

“You’re a couple of teases.”

“Guilty,” they said.

She joined them in the kitchen, speeding the process along. When they almost had the last dish in the dishwasher, Reed said, “Someone should probably walk Carlo now, because someone isn’t going to want to walk anywhere by the time we get done with her later.”

“Oooh, that sounds like a promise.”

He pulled the can of whipped cream out of the fridge, shook it, popped the cap, and shot a squirt of it into his mouth. “It was.”

She giggled. They had a silly side, and she loved that, too.

Uh, whut?

No, that could not have been the L-word cropping up in her brain, could it?

She called to Carlo, who looked a little depressed that his fun new friends were more interested in her than him, and got him walked, giving him a couple of extra cookies. With everything else done, the men surrounded her.

“What are you thinking?” Lyle asked.

“That I’m hornier than hell,” she said.

He grinned. “Good, because I swear I haven’t had a case of blue balls this bad since before he moved in with me.” He hooked a thumb at Reed.

“No shit,” Reed said.

“I…I bought condoms. I wasn’t sure what the protocol was. And lube.”

“Ooh, good girl,” Lyle said. “We did bring our own, though. So that just means we’ll have extras. We’re clean, and we brought our latest test.”

“It’s been a couple of years since we’ve been with anyone else,” Reed added.

“It’s been over five years since I’ve been with anyone, but I got tested quite a while after him. I’m clean. But I don’t have papers.”

“That’s okay,” Lyle said. “I somehow doubt you’d lie to us about that. But if you want to use condoms, we will.”

“I’m on the pill.”

Reed caught her hand and brought it to his lips, making it difficult for her to think. “Baby, another rule we have is it’s always okay to tell us no about something. Or yes. Or safeword. Just say red. Don’t trust us just because you think you have to. If you were anyone else, and we didn’t sort of know you already before we’d even met you, we’d be having a totally different discussion right now. I want you to understand that in case things don’t work out with us and you’re out and about again. This is your life we’re talking about. Don’t just accept someone’s say-so.”

“Okay. Then show me your test results.”

He reached into his back pocket, pulled out his wallet, and handed his to her. Lyle did the same.

She’d almost expected them not to, or to be offended she’d asked, but they did it without hesitation.

“Um, okay. Thanks.”

Reed smiled. “Warned you. Communication is forthright. Once you get a taste of that, that alone makes vanilla dating suck eggs.”

“Did you want to use condoms since you can’t see my results?”

“Do we have any reason not to trust what you’ve said?” Lyle asked.

“No.”

“Then okay. When you can, if you want, get a new set done and show us those. Easy.”

“I should have tried kinky dating years ago.”

“Yes, you should have.” Lyle pulled her in for a kiss. “Because maybe you wouldn’t have been dealing with all this alone.”

“Yeah, but maybe you’d been with my brother.”

“Yeah, that might have been awkward.”

“Or look at the other side, it might have been kinkier. Look at Rich, Nick, and Chelbie,” Reed said. “They’re brothers.”

“Ew. They do each other?”

“Not as far as we know,” Lyle said. “I sincerely doubt it. They’re fraternal twins.”

“Oh.” Come to think of it, some of the books on her Kindle involved brothers sharing a woman.

“What’s off-limits tonight?” Reed asked.

“I don’t know,” she said, wishing she’d put a little more thought into this instead of just fantasizing about it. “Nothing painful, please, Sir.”

Reed let out a groan and kissed her. “Oh. My. God. You calling me Sir…dammit. I love it. How about we leave it as sex, maybe a little sexy domination, maybe a few light bare-handed swats on the ass, and if we do something you aren’t sure about, you say yellow or red and we’ll stop. Deal?”

“Why is this so easy?” she asked.

“Because it’s so much damn fun,” Lyle said.

She thought they’d want to go right to the bedroom, but instead Reed went out to their car to grab a duffel bag before they got started. “Being prepared,” he said, digging into it. Their own overnight stuff, plus condoms and lube.

Then they sat on the couch and had her stand in front of them.

“Take your dress off for us, baby,” Lyle said. “Let us see you in the light.” It wasn’t glaringly bright. She’d shut off the kitchen lights. The living room was illuminated by two lamps and the TV which was playing unwatched.

“Slowly,” Reed said.

She blushed, slowly raising the hem and then pulling it off over her head before dropping it onto the coffee table behind her.