hard. “Listen to you take it. Take it all. You’re so hot and tight around me.”
Andre lost it then, his fist jerking as he fucked his hand with abandon, and hot streaks of his release jetted out, landing on her skin.
Jace made a sound almost as loud as hers at the sight of Andre’s come sliding over her body, and he gave in at that point, too, spilling inside her and calling her sexy, filthy names as he rode her through the end of his release.
Then finally things went quiet. After all the noise they’d made, only the sound of their gasping breaths filled the morning air.
Evan closed her eyes and let her mind drift in the afterglow, drowning in the feel of being so completely undone by these men. Both of them marking every part of her inside and out. A declaration.
Theirs
.
She sagged into the mattress, her body limp and sated. This was enough for her. She had more love in this room than most people had in two lifetimes. Jace and Andre made her happy. Her feelings yesterday and the weird grief she’d felt at the negative sign on that test could be dealt with. She had what she needed right here.
She wouldn’t get greedy.
She wouldn’t screw this up.
They had time to tackle those bigger life decisions later.
Chapter 5
While Evan showered, Andre tucked the last few things into his suitcase and zipped up the bag. After their morning romp and finding out Jace’s plan, he felt lighter than he had in weeks. Jace could be a wild card at times, but often that spontaneity was exactly what Andre and Evan needed. If left to their own devices, he and Evan could overplan and overanalyze everything until it lost all of its fun. And clearly all three of them were in desperate need of some relaxation.
He rolled his bag into the foyer and his cell buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out, not recognizing the number flashing on the screen. But it was local, so he clicked to answer, praying it wasn’t someone from the station calling with a last-minute crisis.
He put the phone to his ear. “Medina.”
“Andre?” said a tentative female voice.
“Yeah. And who’s this?”
She let out a nervous half-laugh. “Oh, hi, it’s Martine.”
“Martine?”
He glanced down the hallway and headed into the kitchen, trying to keep his annoyance from bleeding into his voice. “How did you get this number?”
“Don’t be mad, but I called your mom. My mother still had her number. Apparently, they still go to the flea market together sometimes on the weekend.”
“I see.” Great, now his mom would be calling him about
that nice Velasquez girl
. Because although his parents knew about his unconventional relationship, they weren’t exactly enthusiastic fans. His mother wanted big church weddings and piles of grandkids from her children, not a son who brought home a tattooed
gringo
and the girl they shared. He had a feeling his mom hadn’t completely gone off on him yet because she thought he was going through a phase.
“So I know I’m supposed to wait for you to call me or whatever, but I have the afternoon off today and I thought maybe we could grab that lunch.”
“Marti—”
“I know it’s last minute, but I haven’t been able to stop thinking about seeing you the other night, and I just want to talk and catch up. Things haven’t been—well, they haven’t been so great for me lately, and it’d be nice to spend some time with an old friend from back home.”
The request was delivered with that trademark sweetness of hers that wedged guilt right through him. He knew this was more than an I-want-to-catch-up-with-an-old-friend thing. But he also sensed she was being honest about going through a tough time. He could hear that lonely edge to her voice. He also had no interest in being the guy to fix that for her. “I’m sorry to hear things aren’t going well, but I’m leaving town for a week in a little while. And even if I weren’t, it’s not a good idea for us to strike up that kind of
Andre lost it then, his fist jerking as he fucked his hand with abandon, and hot streaks of his release jetted out, landing on her skin.
Jace made a sound almost as loud as hers at the sight of Andre’s come sliding over her body, and he gave in at that point, too, spilling inside her and calling her sexy, filthy names as he rode her through the end of his release.
Then finally things went quiet. After all the noise they’d made, only the sound of their gasping breaths filled the morning air.
Evan closed her eyes and let her mind drift in the afterglow, drowning in the feel of being so completely undone by these men. Both of them marking every part of her inside and out. A declaration.
Theirs
.
She sagged into the mattress, her body limp and sated. This was enough for her. She had more love in this room than most people had in two lifetimes. Jace and Andre made her happy. Her feelings yesterday and the weird grief she’d felt at the negative sign on that test could be dealt with. She had what she needed right here.
She wouldn’t get greedy.
She wouldn’t screw this up.
They had time to tackle those bigger life decisions later.
Chapter 5
While Evan showered, Andre tucked the last few things into his suitcase and zipped up the bag. After their morning romp and finding out Jace’s plan, he felt lighter than he had in weeks. Jace could be a wild card at times, but often that spontaneity was exactly what Andre and Evan needed. If left to their own devices, he and Evan could overplan and overanalyze everything until it lost all of its fun. And clearly all three of them were in desperate need of some relaxation.
He rolled his bag into the foyer and his cell buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out, not recognizing the number flashing on the screen. But it was local, so he clicked to answer, praying it wasn’t someone from the station calling with a last-minute crisis.
He put the phone to his ear. “Medina.”
“Andre?” said a tentative female voice.
“Yeah. And who’s this?”
She let out a nervous half-laugh. “Oh, hi, it’s Martine.”
“Martine?”
He glanced down the hallway and headed into the kitchen, trying to keep his annoyance from bleeding into his voice. “How did you get this number?”
“Don’t be mad, but I called your mom. My mother still had her number. Apparently, they still go to the flea market together sometimes on the weekend.”
“I see.” Great, now his mom would be calling him about
that nice Velasquez girl
. Because although his parents knew about his unconventional relationship, they weren’t exactly enthusiastic fans. His mother wanted big church weddings and piles of grandkids from her children, not a son who brought home a tattooed
gringo
and the girl they shared. He had a feeling his mom hadn’t completely gone off on him yet because she thought he was going through a phase.
“So I know I’m supposed to wait for you to call me or whatever, but I have the afternoon off today and I thought maybe we could grab that lunch.”
“Marti—”
“I know it’s last minute, but I haven’t been able to stop thinking about seeing you the other night, and I just want to talk and catch up. Things haven’t been—well, they haven’t been so great for me lately, and it’d be nice to spend some time with an old friend from back home.”
The request was delivered with that trademark sweetness of hers that wedged guilt right through him. He knew this was more than an I-want-to-catch-up-with-an-old-friend thing. But he also sensed she was being honest about going through a tough time. He could hear that lonely edge to her voice. He also had no interest in being the guy to fix that for her. “I’m sorry to hear things aren’t going well, but I’m leaving town for a week in a little while. And even if I weren’t, it’s not a good idea for us to strike up that kind of
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