Erin giggled, a sound she couldn’t remember making before she met them. “I have to admit the three of you are pretty good lovers.”
Her three husbands gave her the kind of pleasure she hadn’t known existed, and to her amazement, each in a different way.
Duncan’s erotic deviousness never failed to surprise her and brought out a naughty side to her that she’d known existed but didn’t expect to ever explore.
Jared had a forceful streak, his overwhelming masculinity drawing a femininity from her that made her feel not only loved but adored. He gave her an intense sense of security and intimacy that still had the ability to bring tears to her eyes.
Reese, on the other hand, made love to her with a gentle intensity that built so slowly she didn’t realize that she’d been sucked under until it was too late. He drew her into his seductive web with each slow caress, playing her body and senses like an instrument that he’d long ago mastered.
His mastery of her body and tender masculinity sent her senses reeling and always left her trembling with pleasure.
Sipping at her lips, Reese slid his hand lower, unfastening her jeans with nimble fingers and slipping his hand inside. “Pretty good, huh? I guess I’ll have to try to do better.”
Erin clung to him, her clit already tingling with need as he parted her folds. “Reese!” She tried to part her legs, but her jeans kept them in place but in no way thwarted his efforts.
Keeping her folds parted, he stroked her clit, his big hand at the back of her head holding her firmly for his kiss.
Sliding his tongue against hers, he deepened his kiss, his strokes to her clit slow and even, no matter how desperately she writhed against him.
Her clit burned, and unable to escape the pleasure he forced on her, she gripped him tighter.
Lifting his head, he stared down at her, a half-smile playing at his lips. “Ready to come already, love?” He shifted the angle and pressure of his finger, stroking once—twice—as he stared into her eyes. “Yes, I guess I am pretty good at giving you pleasure.”
Erin squeezed her eyes closed when Reese moved his finger faster. “God, yes!” Fire licked at her, and far sooner than she’d expected, she went over in a rush of heat, her cry of pleasure muffled by his passionate kiss.
Slowing his strokes, he drew out the pleasure, breaking off his kiss as he slid his hand free. He nuzzled her lips with his own before straightening, pushing a loose tendril of her hair back as he stared into her eyes. “You are so damned beautiful. Do you feel all right?”
Rubbing her thighs together against the lingering heat, Erin smiled with a moan. “I feel wonderful.” Slumping against him, she wrapped her arms around his neck. “How about you?” She wiggled, smiling at the feel of his cock pressing against her hip. “Why don’t we take this to the bedroom?”
A knock at the front door startled her, and stiffening, she jumped from Reese’s lap, scrambling to fasten her jeans again. “Damn it.” The pounding came again. “Whoever it is will wake the baby.”
Reese patted her bottom, his eyes going flat and cold when their visitor pounded again. “I’ll get it. Stay here.”
Erin had already fastened her jeans and rushed after Reese to the living room to check on William, relieved to find him still fast asleep.
“Stay back.” Reese yanked the door open, and for the first time, she realized that he expected trouble. “Who are you?”
Erin winced at his icy tone, stiffening at the knowledge that whoever had come to the door was a stranger to Reese. She tried to see around him, but his imposing figure blocked her view of whoever stood on their front porch.
“I’m here to see Erin Robinson. I understand she lives here.”
Reese’s broad shoulders stiffened, his hands clenching at his sides. “Erin Preston lives here. Who are you?”
“I’m Wes Cramer. Erin knows me well. I need to talk to her. Where is she?”
Wes? What the hell is he doing here?
Irritated and confused at Wes’s arrogance, Erin rushed forward.
Reese had always been the least violent of her husbands, but the look on his face was one she’d never seen before.
Touching his arm, she gave Reese a warning look, which he met with a dark look of his own. “It’s okay, Reese.” She turned, forcing a smile while inside she shook with nerves. “Hello, Wes. Come in. What can I do for you?”
Chapter Four
Reese envisioned throwing the city slicker out on his ass, but he wanted to hear what the bastard had to say about Nelson Stark before he did.
He also wanted to know why Wes Cramer had decided to visit Erin—to fly all the way from Texas—when he’d already called Erin to tell her about Nelson.