Turning to look up at him, she was surprised when he squatted down beside her chair and said, “Good morning, baby. Did you sleep well?” His voice was soft and held such loving warmth that all she wanted to do was go to him and let him wrap himself all around her. That’s what being near him was like. She felt drawn to him.
“Good morning, handsome. I did sleep well. I’m so happy to see you.”
Chance smiled widely at her words as he remained squatting there beside her. “You are?”
Lydia nodded enthusiastically. “I am.” He was so close, his sparkling blue eyes showing tenderness and acceptance, and Lydia knew she was falling in love with this man. He made it too easy to love him, and she no longer cared that she hadn’t known him that long. She knew enough. Her chin trembled just a bit as she said, “I’m so happy you asked me to come here.”
His eyebrows drew together, and he whispered, “Baby? You okay?” He opened his arms, and she turned to him and allowed him to hug her.
“I’m better than okay.” I’m home.
“You want to talk?”
“I’m sorry I scurried off so fast last night, Chance. I needed to think and I was—hell. I was being a chicken. I don’t know how to be with you both in the same room, when we’re all just relaxing. It’s fine while we’re eating or working but just hanging out is harder. Clayton and I still have catching up to do and I don’t—”
Another pair of hands grasped her hips gently from behind, and a wave of heat sizzled up her spine when Clayton murmured in her ear, “Sometimes you just have to jump in with both feet, Lydi.”
She turned her head to look up at Clayton then turned to gauge Chance’s reaction. He licked his lips and smiled, then nodded at her. “He’s right, baby.”
“But I…” They both rose on either side of her chair, compelling her to stand, too, and Chance moved the chair out of the way. “I just…” Damn it!
Chance placed his rough palms on her cheeks and sweetly kissed her lips then moved his hands to her hips and turned her so she faced Clayton. Chance crowded in against her back and moved her toward Clayton as he pressed his lips against her shoulder again. Clayton’s touch was equally tender as he slid his hand around the back of her neck and kissed her. His kiss was almost hesitant, as though he knew this moment with both of them had been a hurdle for her. He tasted minty, and his scent was different as well, spicier with a hint of the leather from the vest he wore over his denim work shirt.
A thrill shot up Lydia’s spine as Chance slid his palms down her arms and clasped his fingertips with hers and then lifted her hands and placed them on Clayton’s chest before releasing them to cup her shoulders. In her ear, Chance whispered, “Sometimes it’s best to just jump on in, baby.”
“Mmm-hmm,” Lydia softly intoned as Clayton continued kissing her and stroked the column of her throat with the pad of his thumb, skimming lightly over the pulse that pounded at the base of her throat. This was the little push she’d needed. She wrapped her arms around his neck and returned the kiss with equal fervency.
Her core trembled when she felt Chance’s hands slide from her hips, over her ribs, to just barely below her breasts. Her heart hammered in her chest as she anticipated his touch there. But he stopped and quietly said, “More?”
She never stopped kissing Clayton as she throatily murmured, “Mmm-hmm.” Her pussy trembled and swelled with rampant arousal, and she groaned as he slid his hands up to cup her breasts and squeezed gently.
Chance pressed his warm lips to her shoulder and worked little kisses up her neck until he nuzzled the sensitive skin beneath her ear, sending little pleasant shivers through her body with each lingering touch. The hard ridge that was developing against her abdomen did not go unnoticed as Clayton held her to him.
Just when she thought she’d have to draw away to take a breath, Clayton released her from his kiss and turned her so that she now faced Chance. “See, Lydi? Does Chance look uncomfortable to you?”
“No.” On the contrary, Chance looked ready for more as Clayton repeated his brother’s action and guided her hands to Chance’s shoulders. Clayton pressed against her until she collided with Chance and allowed them to make a sandwich with her in the middle.
Clayton’s phone started ringing on the kitchen counter, but he grunted and ignored it. Chance claimed her lips and kissed her so sweetly that tears burned in the back of her eyes. His kiss was as gentle as he was. The phone stopped ringing as their kiss grew more heated and Chance took over. One erection pressed against her ass cheeks and one pressed against her belly and an image of the three of them making love, with her in the middle and both of them inside her, sent her arousal skyrocketing. It was a good thing no one was stimulating her clit at the moment because she’d have come right on the spot. Her thong was drenched from all their attention.