Bound by Their Kisses(36)

Tessa laughed so hard and so long her stomach hurt and she had tears streaming down her face. Zander had looked a little like a worm trying to scoot under the covers and pull them up all at the same time. She hadn’t laughed that much since she’d been a teenager. She doubted she’d had this much fun since then either.

“Oh, my god, Zander,” she hiccoughed. “Tag’s right. You dove for the bed like you were trying to make it to first base before the ball.”

“Get your fanny undressed and in this bed, kitten. I’ll show you what earthworms like to do in their spare time.” Zander wiggled his eyebrows, sending her into another spat of laughter at the picture he made doing that with a bald head.

“Dude. Don’t do that. Seriously. It’s creepy,” Tag told him.

“Do what?” his friend asked, looking for all the world as if he didn’t have a clue.

“That thing you just did with the fuzzy caterpillars over your eyes.”

Zander grabbed Tessa when she got close enough that he could reach her. “What’s he talking about, Tessa?”

Before she could explain, though, Zander had pulled her over his lap on the bed. While he started pulling on the shorts she’d had on in an attempt to tug them down her legs, Tag had encircled her wrists and was holding her still. She gasped, still laughing, and tried to get control of herself so she could fuss at them.

“I can undress, guys. You don’t have to do it for me.” She giggled.

“You were taking too long,” Zander groused. He had her shorts down to her ankles and was working on her panties now. “Tag, pull her closer to you so I can reach her feet. I’ve got to get her damn shoes off.”

“Got her.” Tag hauled her across the bed until she was lying face down over his lap. Her mouth in an excellent spot for revenge. “What the fuck?”

Tag let go of her wrists to snag a handful of her hair while cupping her cheek with the other. She had a mouthful of Tag and wasn’t letting go.

“What’s wrong, man?” Zander asked as he struggled with her shoes.

“Hell, no. She’s got my fucking dick between her teeth over here. Whatever you do, don’t make her mad, Z. I’m begging ya, man.” Tag’s deep, growly voice curled Tessa’s toes, which added to Zander’s problems getting her shoes off.

The other man stilled. “You’re kidding. Really? She’s biting your cock? Wonder what would happen if I started tickling her?”

“Don’t you fucking dare!” Tag roared.

Tessa had to let go of her prize or choke as she started laughing all over again. It gave Tag the opening he needed to almost rip himself out from under her to stand next to the bed with both hands covering his crotch.

“You had your jeans on,” she pointed out, still snuffling. “There was no way I was going to be able to really hurt you trying to bite through denim, Tag.”

“I’m no fool. I wasn’t taking any chances. Maybe we need to put a muzzle on her at night, Z. I’m sort of fond of my junk.” Tag pulled off his boots while holding on to the headboard then jerked off his socks.

“She’ll behave. Won’t you kitten? No biting Tag’s cock while he’s asleep,” Zander said in a mock stern voice.

She just grinned. Maybe everything would work out after all. Both men seemed intent on trying. To see these two macho He-men clowning around like kids and all for her benefit did something to her. Less than a second later, it hit her. She was falling in love with them. Despite everything that had happened that day, Tessa knew in her heart that she was more than halfway already. Knowing this gave her an even bigger incentive to make it work between them. Leaving now would definitely break her heart.



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Zander sighed as they settled Tessa between them in the bed. Relief when Tessa had started laughing had nearly made him lightheaded. He’d been fairly confident that Tag would make things right between them, but he’d worried that they would have taken two steps back and have to work their way forward again. Instead they’d been warned to take things slow and cherish every minute with her.

Once Tag had finally elicited a solemn promise from Tessa that she wouldn’t pull a Bobbitt with her teeth while he was sleeping, the big man agreed to come to bed. Zander was still having to fight to keep from laughing.

One touch of Tessa’s twitching ass as she moved to get comfortable smothered any lingering impulse to laugh. Instead, all of his attention moved to the way her hot skin felt against his stirring cock. Blood rushed to the dozing organ until it stood tall and proud, anxious to be useful. Zander was just as anxious.