“Not fair, Zander,” she finally gasped. “I ache to come and you’re asking me for something important.”
“It is important, Tessa, but you’re making it into something more than just a simple decision on allowing us to control your pleasure. We’d never hurt you in any way, Tessa. Nor would we take away your ability to say no or to walk away.” Zander moved inside of her just the tiniest of bits then stilled once again.
She huffed out a frustrated breath. He was torturing her and had the nerve to say that they would never hurt her? She growled then squealed when he chuckled, his laugh aggravating her more while the movement from his chuckle added more sensation to her already overstimulated nerve endings.
God! I’m going to go crazy like this. He’s got me right where he wants me and I’m helpless to deny him.
“Yes!” she screamed in irritation. “You control my pleasure. Now fuck me already!”
He popped her thigh once more with the flat of his hand, but it barely stung. Then he began thrusting into her once again. This time he seemed to be hell-bent on finishing things. His cock pistoned into her like a machine until all of her nerve endings ignited, blasting her into a whirlwind of pleasure that left her skin tingling and her toes curling.
Zander pumped into her twice more and roared as he came, his eyes squeezing shut with his head thrown back. In that moment, Tessa thought he looked magnificent. The muscles of his chest, neck, and shoulders were tight as he bared his teeth. When he had finished, Zander opened his eyes and stared down into hers with such tenderness she thought she might cry.
It took all of her strength to keep the tears at bay. She didn’t want him thinking she was upset or that he had hurt her. Nor did she want to have to explain how a look had meant so much to her. Instead, she ran her hands up and down his arms and smiled.
“We’d better clean up and head to the kitchen or Tag is going to get pissed if breakfast gets cold.” Zander winked at her and slowly pulled free of her body.
“Oh, my God!” she panicked, thinking that the other man would be upset that she’d just had sex with Zander and he hadn’t been there with them.
“Whoa. What’s going through that pretty head of yours? You’re upset.” Zander caught her before she could launch herself off the bed in an effort to get to the bathroom and clean up.
“Tag is going to be upset. We shouldn’t have done that without him here with us. Why didn’t I think of that?” She felt the tears she’d held back come inching closer to the front again.
“Calm down, Tessa. Tag knows what we were doing. He expected it. There will be times when just you and Tag or me and you spend time together. We aren’t always going to all three be here at the same time, kitten. Sometimes one of us will have to work later than usual or be out of town or just not feel well. What we want is a family, honey. Families work things out between them.” He pulled her tighter against him and kissed her forehead.
“This isn’t going to work, Zander. I can’t possibly please both of you. I’m not going to be able to keep up with whose turn it is or I’m going to say something wrong.” She wanted to curl up in a ball and make it all go away. She’d known it was the wrong thing to do.
“Tessa. You don’t have to please us. We please you. You make us happy just by being you and agreeing to be with us. It’s our job to make you happy and keep things moving smoothly. We’re all human and we’re all going to say and do things to piss one or both of the others off at some time. All families have that same issue. What matters is how we deal with it.”
Zander eased her off his lap and stood up, holding his hand out to her. “Let’s get cleaned up and go get some breakfast. The three of us will talk more about it after we eat.”
Tessa allowed him to draw her after him into the bathroom. They quickly showered though Zander still managed to play with her while she washed. Then after he’d dried them both off, she pulled on a huge T-shirt he handed her and followed him to the kitchen.
Tag stood at the sink rinsing dishes off before placing them in the dishwasher. He turned when Zander pulled a barstool out for Tessa to get on.
“Hey, you two. Thought I was going to have to come drag you out of bed. Food was going to get cold before much longer.”
“Sorry. Um, we took a shower,” she said, looking quickly at her plate where Zander was scooping scrambled eggs on it.
Tag grunted. “Shower sex?”
Her head jerked up at that, expecting to see anger on his face. Instead, he looked amused.
“Naw, we’d spent too much time messing around in bed to risk letting breakfast get cold while we did the nasty in the shower,” Zander told him.