She opened for him immediately, turning his direction as he gently set his mouth on hers for the first time. A soft moan escaped her lips, making him struggle to maintain his composure and not yank the blanket off her body and bare her to his sight.
This night would be an incredible test of control. He hoped he won.
When he pulled back a few inches, she stared up at him with heavy eyes. “That was nice.”
He chuckled. “Good.”
Keegan leaned in and kissed her cheek on his side. “Mmm. Can I try some of that nice?”
She rolled her head his way and let him kiss her softly too. And then she smiled.
Keegan spoke, all three of their faces as close as possible. “Honey, you’re precious to us. This will all work out. We’ll earn your trust no matter how long it takes. And you won’t regret it. I promise.”
She nodded. “I believe you.” Her gaze roamed back to Trace when he and Keegan bumped heads. A quizzical expression furrowed her brow. “Do you two, um…”
Trace lifted one brow. For a second he was confused, but then she glanced back and forth between them, and he understood. He shook his head. “No. We don’t fuck each other. Our only interaction will be centered around you. We might bump into each other, but only in an effort to be closer to you.”
She bit her lower lip and gave a brief nod, slightly embarrassed.
Trace continued. “And you can ask us anything. We’re an open book. We have been around the block a few times. Not everything we have to say may sit perfectly with you, but we won’t sugarcoat it. You deserve to know whatever you want.”
“When was the last time you had sex with a woman in this bed?” she blurted out.
He grinned. It occurred to him she might have been wondering that since they first arrived. He was glad she was getting comfortable enough to let the dam loose. “Never.”
Her eyes widened. “Come on.”
Keegan set a hand on top of hers which lay under the blanket over her belly. “Not once. We never really discussed it, but we never brought a woman home to either of our places. Perhaps we both knew the inside of our homes was a sacred place for only one woman.”
She blinked. “That’s…incredible. Really?”
“Yep.” Keegan closed the gap and kissed her again.
“So that’s why I don’t smell anyone except you two inside the house.”
“Well, you might smell my sister, her mate, and their baby.”
She inhaled deeply. “Mmm. Maybe, but they haven’t been here recently.”
“True. It’s been a while. Her little hooligan is crawling now. He moves stuff. I usually go to her house to visit.”
“I can’t wait to meet him. I bet he’s adorable.”
“He’s a stinker.”
Trace closed his eyes and let his head fall to the pillow. Breathing in the scent of his mate was amazing. Just knowing she was his, and that she belonged to him and Keegan, was calming. No more wondering and worrying. They had her right between them. Everything would work out.
His cock ached. There was no opportunity to do anything about it. It wasn’t as though he could leave the bed and take care of it himself. And Keegan was in the same position.
In addition, he needed to avoid squirming. Every movement exacerbated the need to take her. Deep breaths. Down boy.
•●•
Melinda tried to relax in the silence. She begged her body to calm. Her muscles were stiff, rigid, unyielding. Soon they would hurt from the stress.
Minutes ticked by. Both men remained still, but she knew they couldn’t be sleeping. God bless them. The way they handled her rant and insanity warmed her to them considerably. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad.
She wasn’t opposed to having sex. That alone didn’t really scare her. What scared her was the feeling of being out of control, losing herself, becoming three instead of one. Caring so much about two other people that she would constantly fear losing them.
And then there was the sex. She had to admit it was nerve-wracking. She wasn’t stupid. She got it. But Lord, they were both so huge. She had no doubt that extended to all parts of them. And she was small.
A new problem arose. She was fucking hot. Wrapped like a burrito between two heaters was making her sweat.
She ignored it for a while, and then gave up the battle and wiggled her arms free, tugging the blanket from the living room down her body. “Too hot,” she mumbled as Keegan helped free her.
He tossed the throw off the bed, leaving her in her dress, the comforter covering her legs.
Her skin was damp, and the cool air wafted over her, sending a chill down her body. Or maybe that was a physical reaction to removing the layer between her barely covered upper body and two naked male chests.