“You okay?” she teased, tracing his strong jaw line with her fingers.
He stared down at her with heavy-lidded eyes. “Oh yeah. That was…amazing.”
She was still smiling as Carson slowly withdrew and stumbled off the bed. He rolled off the condom with one hand and shot her an unbelievably satisfied look before ambling into the bathroom.
And then she was alone with Garrett. Whose c**k was still inches from her mouth.
Whose eyes were still glimmering with raw hunger.
She arched one brow at him before leaning closer and flicking her tongue against his cock. He groaned when she sucked the drop of pre-come from his tip. Tangled his fingers in her hair and tried to pull her even closer.
She quickly leaned back, enjoying the disappointment she saw flashing in his dark eyes.
“So Carson gets to have all the fun?” he grumbled.
She responded with a soft laugh. “Actually, Carson was just my warm-up.” Again, that throaty voice slipped out of her mouth as if it belonged to her. “Now I’m really getting started.”
“Oh really?”
“Yep.”
With another laugh, Shelby sat up and climbed onto his lap, pressing her palms on his extraordinary chest and forcing him to lean back against the headboard of the bed.
Then she twined her arms around his neck and kissed him.
Chapter Four
Oh Christ. Garrett didn’t think he could ever get enough of Shelby Harper’s sexy lips. She kissed like a f**king dream, her mouth pliant and warm, her tongue slick and eager. If he died right now, with Shelby’s curvy naked body in his lap and her tongue in his mouth, then he’d die an unbelievably happy man.
“I love your lips,” she whispered, surprising him by voicing the identical thought he’d just been having.
She pulled back and dragged her index finger over his bottom lip, her touch gentle.
She was looking at him like he was a juicy Thanksgiving turkey she couldn’t wait to dig her teeth into. Blue eyes glimmering with heat. Cheeks flushed with arousal.
His gaze slid south and sure enough, her ni**les had pebbled into two tight peaks.
Had she been this turned on for Carson? It was absurd, that he would be thinking about that now, making jealous comparisons, but he couldn’t help it.
Shelby was so different from the women he’d shared with Carson. She might’ve surprised the hell out of him by suggesting a threesome, but Garrett was certain she didn’t do things like that often, and his jealousy slowly transformed into satisfaction. It was obvious she was enjoying herself—she’d already come three times, for f**k’s sake—but there was no doubt in his mind that she was enjoying this part of the night a lot more.
Him and her. One on one. Kissing the way he’d wanted them to kiss for more than a year now.
“And your tongue,” she added breathlessly, pulling back for air. “I love your tongue even better than your lips.”
He chuckled softly and swept his hands over her tailbone. Her skin was moist with sweat, and he was about to offer to turn on the ceiling fan when a cell phone rang. At first Garrett thought it was his, but his pants were sitting at the foot of the bed, and the ringing sounded like it was coming from the living room.
“Shit,” Carson said as he came out of the bathroom. “That’s me.”
His friend was still as naked as the day he was born, but Garrett wasn’t particularly fazed. He’d seen Carson naked dozens of times, and the sight of his friend’s c**k or bare ass no longer made him uncomfortable.
Carson hurried out of the bedroom, his footsteps echoing in the hallway. A moment later, his muffled voice drifted in from the living room as he spoke to whoever had just called him.
Garrett turned to find Shelby staring at him, her expression one of curiosity. “You guys do this, um, threesome thing often, don’t you?” she said awkwardly.
He shrugged. “We were a lot wilder a few years back, before we finished the SEAL
training. We don’t do this kinda thing too much anymore.”
She looked surprised. “Really?”
He offered a what-can-you-do? smile. “People tend to grow up. Besides, we’re out of the country a lot, which makes it hard to, you know, get shitfaced and do the whole ménage thing.”
“So…why tonight then?”
Deciding that honesty was probably the best policy, he raised his hand to her cheek and stroked her soft skin. “I wanted to be with you. And you wanted a threesome so…”
He let his voice drift.
She was quiet for so long he was surprised when she spoke again. “I wanted to be with you too, John.” She averted her eyes. “I would’ve wanted it even if Carson weren’t here.”
Before he could respond to her startling confession, the sound of footsteps interrupted him. Carson reappeared in the doorway, a frazzled expression on his face.
“Jenny’s car broke down.” He had his pants on, but they were unbuttoned and he zipped them up while bending down to retrieve his shirt from the floor. “My sister,” he explained when he caught Shelby’s questioning expression.
“Is she all right?” Garrett asked. He wasn’t surprised, though, since Jenny made it a habit of calling her big brother whenever she needed to get out of a jam. Which was often. Trouble seemed to follow that woman around like a stray dog.
“Car overheated,” Carson replied. He poked his head through the neck hole of his shirt and straightened the hem. “She claims she’ll die of hyperthermia if I don’t come and help.” He rolled his eyes, adding, “I, personally, think she doesn’t have enough money to pay for a tow truck. She blew her last paycheck on a pair of six hundred dollar shoes—