it.
Braden shifted onto his side, leaving only scant inches between his body and Abby’s. “Shh…shh… Close your eyes.” He brushed his knuckles against her hair and grazed his lips across the translucent skin at her temple. “We’re not going anywhere.” As her eyes drifted closed, Braden laid his arm across her stomach and curled his hand around her hip. “It’s okay to need us for one night.”
Abby’s need, her visible struggle, as well as this other man’s gentleness, stirred a place inside Rodrigo he rarely examined and never let himself visit.
His voice gruff, Rodrigo said, “I’ll never let anything bad happen to you, Bit.” He crossed his arm over her belly too, lining it up with Braden’s, and sank into the warmth of Braden as much as he tried to give his own to Abby. Dipping down, he pressed a kiss against the smooth skin on her shoulder. “I promise.”
Abby turned toward Braden, kissed the side of his head, and then shifted and did the same to Rodrigo. “I used to think I wasn’t lucky, but maybe that’s not true.” She unclenched her hands and covered the ones Rodrigo and Braden had on her waist and hip. “If I wasn’t, I wouldn’t have the two of you.” A little shiver went through her as her eyes slid closed. “I just wish I knew why the hand looked so wrong.”
The fact that Abby had two men in bed with her, curled up against her, and she still trembled, rammed home for Rodrigo just how deeply these nightmares had entrenched themselves into her mind.
Rodrigo looked at Braden from over Abby’s head.
“What hand, honey?” Braden asked Abby.
“The murderer’s hand.” Abby’s voice drifted as exhaustion pulled her toward sleep. “I saw it in my dream.”
In the darkness, Braden’s pale irises shrank to almost nothing. He opened his mouth, but the second he looked at Abby, finally asleep, he let it close without a word.
Rodrigo could see it in the other man’s eyes, though, as clear as was likely in his own.
Braden wanted answers. He wanted to protect Abby too. Probably more than he wanted her naked and under him, screaming his name as she came.
The guy might as well get comfortable with three in a bed, then, because Rodrigo wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon.
Chapter Three
Slowly coming out of sleep, Rodrigo slid his hand up a sleek thigh and murmured an appreciative rumble at the bounty of silky smooth skin under his rough palm.
World-class-showgirl legs . Rodrigo continued moving his hand upward until he reached the curve of Abby’s hip, where he then curled his fingers inward, dipping down into the crease of her thigh. Fucking never felt softer skin than my Abby’s.
As soon as Rodrigo had that thought, still drowsy, he smiled against the mess of her hair, and his morning wood sent a pleasant buzz through his bloodstream. He spread his fingers, pushed his hand back down Abby’s supple, incredible thigh…and ran the tips of his fingers against a work-callused hand as big as his own.
Rodrigo snapped his eyes open, fully alert, and looked into a jade green gaze, set at half-mast, staring right back at him.
Braden. In the morning. Shit.
Rodrigo’s balls joined in on the twitching in his cock already happening on Abby’s behalf. The man on the other side of Abby sported one hell of a shadow on his jaw. Higher up, thick tufts of hair stuck out all cockeyed, making him look as cute as hell as he was arresting. No longer able to claim grogginess as an excuse, Rodrigo let his attention drift to Braden’s bare shoulders, chest, and arms anyway, each muscle clearly defined and noticeable, but not bulky at all. Rodrigo followed that narrow line of hair down the centerline of Braden’s torso and swallowed hard as he came upon something he’d never seen up close and personal on another man. The deep red head of Braden’s cock poked out from the waistband of his underwear, and Rodrigo could see the sheen of early arousal already gleaming from the
Braden shifted onto his side, leaving only scant inches between his body and Abby’s. “Shh…shh… Close your eyes.” He brushed his knuckles against her hair and grazed his lips across the translucent skin at her temple. “We’re not going anywhere.” As her eyes drifted closed, Braden laid his arm across her stomach and curled his hand around her hip. “It’s okay to need us for one night.”
Abby’s need, her visible struggle, as well as this other man’s gentleness, stirred a place inside Rodrigo he rarely examined and never let himself visit.
His voice gruff, Rodrigo said, “I’ll never let anything bad happen to you, Bit.” He crossed his arm over her belly too, lining it up with Braden’s, and sank into the warmth of Braden as much as he tried to give his own to Abby. Dipping down, he pressed a kiss against the smooth skin on her shoulder. “I promise.”
Abby turned toward Braden, kissed the side of his head, and then shifted and did the same to Rodrigo. “I used to think I wasn’t lucky, but maybe that’s not true.” She unclenched her hands and covered the ones Rodrigo and Braden had on her waist and hip. “If I wasn’t, I wouldn’t have the two of you.” A little shiver went through her as her eyes slid closed. “I just wish I knew why the hand looked so wrong.”
The fact that Abby had two men in bed with her, curled up against her, and she still trembled, rammed home for Rodrigo just how deeply these nightmares had entrenched themselves into her mind.
Rodrigo looked at Braden from over Abby’s head.
“What hand, honey?” Braden asked Abby.
“The murderer’s hand.” Abby’s voice drifted as exhaustion pulled her toward sleep. “I saw it in my dream.”
In the darkness, Braden’s pale irises shrank to almost nothing. He opened his mouth, but the second he looked at Abby, finally asleep, he let it close without a word.
Rodrigo could see it in the other man’s eyes, though, as clear as was likely in his own.
Braden wanted answers. He wanted to protect Abby too. Probably more than he wanted her naked and under him, screaming his name as she came.
The guy might as well get comfortable with three in a bed, then, because Rodrigo wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon.
Chapter Three
Slowly coming out of sleep, Rodrigo slid his hand up a sleek thigh and murmured an appreciative rumble at the bounty of silky smooth skin under his rough palm.
World-class-showgirl legs . Rodrigo continued moving his hand upward until he reached the curve of Abby’s hip, where he then curled his fingers inward, dipping down into the crease of her thigh. Fucking never felt softer skin than my Abby’s.
As soon as Rodrigo had that thought, still drowsy, he smiled against the mess of her hair, and his morning wood sent a pleasant buzz through his bloodstream. He spread his fingers, pushed his hand back down Abby’s supple, incredible thigh…and ran the tips of his fingers against a work-callused hand as big as his own.
Rodrigo snapped his eyes open, fully alert, and looked into a jade green gaze, set at half-mast, staring right back at him.
Braden. In the morning. Shit.
Rodrigo’s balls joined in on the twitching in his cock already happening on Abby’s behalf. The man on the other side of Abby sported one hell of a shadow on his jaw. Higher up, thick tufts of hair stuck out all cockeyed, making him look as cute as hell as he was arresting. No longer able to claim grogginess as an excuse, Rodrigo let his attention drift to Braden’s bare shoulders, chest, and arms anyway, each muscle clearly defined and noticeable, but not bulky at all. Rodrigo followed that narrow line of hair down the centerline of Braden’s torso and swallowed hard as he came upon something he’d never seen up close and personal on another man. The deep red head of Braden’s cock poked out from the waistband of his underwear, and Rodrigo could see the sheen of early arousal already gleaming from the
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