Into the Lair (Falcon Mercenary Group #2)(56)

Never before had she felt cherished, like she mattered. Here in Braden and Ian’s arms, she’d found… She swallowed, refusing to say it, to think it. Home. Even she couldn’t become that delusional.

She bowed her head, tearing her gaze from the snow-blanketed ground to stare into the mug she held. Firm hands gripped her shoulders, squeezing lightly as lips nuzzled her neck. She smiled and closed her eyes, leaning into Braden’s strong chest.

“Hi,” he murmured.

She set the mug on the windowsill and then turned to face him. His hands settled on her hips, and he pulled her to his body until she was flush against him.

“Hey yourself.”

He knuckled her chin up and kissed her lingeringly. “Want breakfast?”

“Mmm, does this mean I have to go wake Ian up?”

Braden chuckled. “Yeah, you drew short straw. I’d rather have KP duty.”

“Give me twenty minutes,” she murmured as she reached up on tiptoe to give him another quick kiss.

She stepped around him and headed for the bedroom. She paused inside the doorway and took in Ian’s sprawled body. He was lying on his stomach, one arm tucked underneath his pillow and the other flung over the other pillow at his head.

Quietly, she walked further, not wanting to disturb him even though she’d come to wake him. She eased onto the bed, her gaze sliding up his muscular form.

The past days had been satisfying even if odd. The three had formed an easy camaraderie, and both men took every opportunity to make love to her. Separately. It was as though she enjoyed a relationship with both men simultaneously, and they were okay with it.

She caught the looks they exchanged, usually about the time one of them put the moves on her. There was an understanding between them. She was an understanding between them. And yet they hadn’t attempted to have a threesome with her.

Based on previous conversations, she knew they’d gone that road in the past, and she also knew from innuendo laced into their flirting that they were certainly open to f**king her at the same time. Which begged the question: Why hadn’t they?

Unless…they were waiting for her to make the move.

Considering she’d made the first move the first time with both men, it wasn’t too hard to believe that they could very well be letting her call the shots.

She placed her hand at the small of Ian’s back and slid it upward, enjoying the feel of his skin, the roll of his muscles under her palm. She leaned in and put her lips to his shoulder.

He tensed against her lips, and she heard the change of his breathing, signaling his break from sleep. And then he rolled, snagging her with his arm and hauling her against his chest.

She came willingly, landing against him with a slight jolt. Her mouth was inches from his lips, and she didn’t shy away. She took them in a hungry movement, sucking his bottom lip between her teeth. She nipped and then licked and swallowed his growl.

He was usually slow to awaken, and when he did, he was surly and grumpy. She and Braden spent the first hour of Ian’s day avoiding him and the rest of the time giving him a hard time about what a grouch he was. This morning, however, he went from a dead sleep to instant alert.

His c**k bulged in his underwear. It was rigid against her side, hot and thick as his body worked against hers. He was aroused and ready, and a dark thrill singed through her veins when his hands tore impatiently at her shirt.

“Good morning,” she murmured.

“Shut up,” he growled as his lips slammed against hers in a kiss that drove the breath from her chest.

Oh hell yeah, she liked waking the beast.

She tried to get her hands into his underwear, but he yanked her arms back, pinning them behind her. Then he rolled her over so that he straddled her body and stared down at her with glittering eyes.

She was at a distinct disadvantage, and while it would usually irritate the living hell out of her, she found herself liking it. Liking it very much.

As soon as his hands touched her br**sts, a shudder worked through her body. He cupped them roughly, massaging and kneading the plump mounds. Then he pulled at both ni**les, elongating them. He gave each a sharp pinch. A long hiss escaped her clenched teeth.

His engorged cock, still encased in his underwear, rested on her belly. His knees dug into the bed at her sides, and then he rubbed his groin up and down her pelvis until she moaned and twisted restlessly.

“You know what they say about not starting something unless you can finish it,” he said in a voice thick with desire.

She spread her hands in a gesture of helpless innocence. “All I did was wake you for breakfast.”

“And if I plan on having you for breakfast?”

“I try never to interfere with a man and his appetite,” she murmured.

“I guess neither of you will be making it to the table,” Braden said dryly.

Katie turned her head to see Braden leaning against the door, his gaze raking up and down her naked body. She stared boldly in return and then looked back up at Ian to gauge his mood. Would it be as simple as telling them both she wanted them? Together?

She glanced back at Braden. For a moment, indecision wavered in her mind. She didn’t want to screw up what she had. Sex with both men was fantastic. Even as good as she knew it would be with both of them together, she could certainly live with their current arrangement. For as long as it lasted.

“Say what’s on your mind, Katie,” Braden drawled.