“Like this.” She lifted a palm to indicate where the two men stood. “Across from me. Eyeing me like giant cats about to pounce.”
“Wolves,” they both stated at once. Not for the first time.
Lindsey blew out a breath, her soft bangs lifting up to flutter around her face.
Ryan wanted to tuck the errant strands behind her ear. He gripped the counter to keep his hands to himself. Alejandro was right, loath as he was to admit it. They needed to get on the same page here or they weren’t going to make an ounce of headway.
“Let’s take this outside. Sit on the patio. The temperature’s perfect.” He grabbed a few plates, balancing them on his arms and nodded to Alejandro to do the same.
“Masters. You’ve impressed me. Jamón serano? And is that cheese Spanish?”
“Hey, I’m not all bad. I do have some taste.” He wandered away toward the front door, feeling the other two at his back.
The patio was perfect. A small table to the right afforded them the perfect location to spread out the various plates of meats, cheeses, grapes, apple wedges, strawberries, and crackers. At the same time, it was intimate enough for the three of them to sit close together, without any one person being across from the other. The perfect circle.
Lindsey sat rigid, her hands under her thighs, spine stiff. “I don’t think I’m hungry yet. You fed me an enormous breakfast at practically noon.”
“Are you sure?” Ryan picked up a ripe strawberry and held it to her lips. His gaze wandered from those pouty lips to her eyes and he watched her closely while he gently rubbed the strawberry across her mouth. The juices would surely entice her to open up.
From his peripheral vision, he saw the moment she let those sexy lips part ever so slightly. His dick hardened in his jeans. Her tongue reached out and touched the tip of the berry and he slipped the succulent fruit into her.
Alejandro moaned into Ryan’s head. “Fuck.”
Ryan ignored him. Sort of.
“What are you doing to me?”
“Feeding you, of course,” he mumbled matter-of-factly.
Next he picked up a grape and rolled the fruit across his own lips before offering it to her. She didn’t move. Her hands were still pinned under her legs. It was so erotic. He couldn’t shake the feeling she was actually tied down and the two men were on the verge of pleasuring her.
Alejandro joined the game, reaching for a wedge of apple and feeding it to the now eager mouth in front of them.
“Mmm, food always tastes so much better when someone else prepares it.”
“Or feeds it to you, cariña.”
Ryan grabbed a cube of cheese and moved in for the next bite. He didn’t care if he never ate again as long as he got the pleasure of watching this gorgeous goddess enjoy her meals.
They took turns popping morsels between her lips, and he watched as her shoulders relaxed ever so slightly, her hands sliding from under her legs to her thighs. When she leaned forward, put her elbows on the corner of the table and nearly purred, he had to reach under the table and adjust his crotch.
On the next bite, he let his hand graze down her face and cup her chin. Her favorable response, well if not pulling away was considered favorable, emboldened him. Grabbing a succulent strawberry, he placed the fruit between his own lips and leaned the scant inches across the table to press the morsel from his mouth to hers.
She took it, mercifully, and moaned softly, her eyes drifting until they were only half open. Without retreating, Ryan leaned forward and licked the sticky pink juice from her chin, swiping gently upward until he tasted her lips for the first time. He didn’t want to pressure her and pulled away gracefully after just a quick nibble.
“Jesus, I’m going to come just watching you.” Alejandro’s voice penetrated his mind.
For the first time, Ryan didn’t feel anger toward whatever god had deemed it necessary for the two men to share this woman.
He wasn’t sure how this was all going to pan out, especially in bed, but at least it was a step in the right direction.
Did he want to share this woman? Let her divide her attention between himself and Alejandro? Well, at least he no longer felt the need to punch the man in the face.
Perhaps it would work. They just needed to sort out the particulars.
“She tastes divine,” Ryan soundlessly commented.
“Stop that.” Lindsey pulled back an inch, resting her chin on her hands.
“What?” Alex asked when she glanced back and forth between the two of them.
“You know what. I can tell by the looks on your faces when you are doing that whole … telepathy thing. You’re talking about me. It’s … disconcerting to say the least.” She pushed from the table and went to the edge of the porch. Leaning against the railing, she stared out into the afternoon.