"Morning." She couldn't fight her own grin, not at all.
"Hello, luv." They said it together, and she had to snort.
"Heaven help me,” she murmured. Although, Calleigh thought Heaven wouldn't have a Hell of a lot to do with this, right now.
***
Packer stretched, pondering a shower. He did a couple of side to side stretches, then dropped into one of those yoga things. The dog exposing his balls or what have you. Maybe he could take a shower. Leave Adrian and the little woman to sleep away the morning. Wasn't that a kicker, the way she'd shown up? Packer liked her style.
He heard someone slide off the bed, that pretty sheila dropping down into the yoga pose, easy as you please.
Packer grinned. Look at her. Gravity was kind. He chuckled. "You gonna lead us in some practice, luv?"
"I could. I took classes at home." She winked over. "At least your hands are busy like this."
"Are you worried about my hands?" A soft snore came from the bed. Adrian had no stamina.
Calleigh chuckled. "I think I ought to be. They're clever."
"I like to think so. They like you well enough." He followed her lead into something that made his sore shoulder feel like it might fall off, then the muscles released enough that he groaned.
"Is that a good sound?"
"Yeah, luv." It was the first time all that pressure had given up in ages.
"Excellent." She stood up, headed over, fingers sliding over his shoulder, the touch warm, firm. "No swelling."
"Nah. S'just sore as a boil. Always is." She talked about his hands? Hers were like magic. Those fingers dug in, finding the sore just like that, pressing in until the fool muscle gave it up.
"Oh, god. That's good,” he moaned.
"Settle on your butt, let me see." She pushed him, then started rubbing and touching. Packer's eyes crossed, partially from the touching. Partially from the nipples bobbing right there in front of him.
She was certainly less self-conscious than she'd been last night. Woo. Course, the gal was a nurse and was in full-out healing mode. He reached out, fingers meeting her belly, the little dangling ring-deal in her belly button.
A tiny gasp escaped her, and her eyes came up to stare into his. Packer grinned wide, feeling kinda big bad wolf. He tugged, real easy, wanting to know how it felt. He got his answer, straight-away, when Calleigh's pretty hips rolled, curls brushing his thigh. Nice. He nodded his approval and tugged one more time, pondering where else she might be sensitive.
That time the arch got her breasts right in his face, nipples hard and dark and right close for a delicious fucking heartbeat.
Packer did what any man would do. He bent and licked at one.
"Oh." She arched again and he grabbed her, giving her his arms to bend over.
That whole yoga thing came in handy then, because she could press back and put her tits right where he needed them. He pressed his face against her and breathed deep. Man, he did love the scent of a woman -- so different from a bloke. Not better, but fine, and different than what he normally got.
She was soft, too, her breasts sweet, her nipples hard as little stones. He turned his head, got one between his lips and started sucking. She was sweet as honey, this one. Packer could see why Adrian had gone for her, could see why he’d never let go even when he was confused as hell.
Packer eased her closer and got her straddling one of his thighs. She was wet and hot as a flame, pushing down and rocking on his leg in time with the pulls on her nipple. A fucking firecracker, this one. So neglected. Packer figured that was partly his fault, so he'd help a girl out. He held her down with one hand, playing with her breasts with the other.
"This is..." She arched, sliding on him, pretty as you please. "I didn't come down here to do this."
"I know." Bullshit he did, but it didn't matter. They were doing it now. And he would do it again. Fucking was the only thing more fun than riding bulls. "It's okay," he murmured, just in case she was worried.
"Shit, it's better than okay."
Oh, that made him hoot. Tough, beautiful broad. "There's more, I reckon." He lifted her a little, rubbing on her belly.
"Mmm..." Her eyelids got heavy, the makeup smeared by her eyelashes, the look a little rough, a little slutty, a lot hot.
He did like his women a little on the trashy side. Just like he liked his men to bottom and suck. Packer thought he might have stumbled into a beautiful fucking relationship. He kissed her throat, licking the mark Adrian had left there. Hoo.
Her head fell back, long red hair damn near touching the floor. Pretty. So fucking pretty. Packer ran one hand down the center of her body, tugging that little ring again. Her lips parted, and she bucked up, curls tickling the tip of his cock.
"Fuck." That felt so good that he pushed against her, his prick sliding against her mound.
She shifted, wet folds hot against his prick.
"Christ." His teeth ground hard, his jaw set as he tried to get control.
"Do you do girls, Packer?" She rubbed over the tip of his cock. "Or are you boys-only?"
"What do you think, luv?" He pressed against her again, just to be sure she felt what he was sporting.
"I think." She sank down on his cock, taking him in deep, just like that.
"Oh." His neck arched, his hips rolling, his hand clenching under her ass. He needed to get a solid grip because his world was spinning.
"Yeah..." Fuck, she was tight around him, muscles rolling something fierce. And when she started moving... Heaven. Someone had been doing her Kegels. God love her.
Her lips found his ear, little breathless gasps making him shake. He wanted to babble, but he figured it would be loud, and he didn't want to wake Adrian. Yet.
One hand found his nipple, long nails teasing, pinching.
Hips bucking, Packer moaned, panting. "That's it, luv. Like that."
Calleigh nodded, tongue sliding on his ear. "Like this?" That sharp little pinch came again.
"Just like that." The touch had him all but dancing, his body rocking. She rode hard, like he was a rank bull and she had nothing else to do, ever. Packer gave as good as he got, his legs straining, his belly hard as a rock. He held them both up, letting her ride.
She bounced, a dull flush climbing up along her belly as her tight pussy squeezed him. She was so pretty that he just couldn't get why Adrian would up and leave. It had made sense back when they first met, but now… Packer needed to talk to the lad.
Later.
Much later.
After he wore this beautiful girl out. Grinning a little, Packer nibbled at her throat, just under the bruise. God that was stunning. He felt how much she liked that, all around his prick. Moaning, Packer moved fast and hard, ready to get the ride going strong. He was done playing.
"Oh..." Her hands framed his face and she curled forward, kissing him hard. She was damned good at that. Made a man a little crazy, in fact. Damn. Her tongue matched the rhythm of their bodies, even as that sped up, started to fall apart.
Packer shook a little, trying hard to stay upright, trying to keep up with the hungriest woman he'd ever met.
He felt her hot cunt rippling around his prick, the muscles going mad around him. His breath heaved in his chest, his muscles quivering under his skin. He held on until he knew she'd found her pleasure, though, letting her ride it out.
"Your turn." Sweet, giving girl -- she rode him hard, teeth stinging his bottom lip, just enough to make him wild.
Packer almost fell on his bum, but he managed to come and shout and hold her up all at the same time. He was a stud.
Lazy, slow applause filled the air. "Very pretty, mate."
Calleigh's cheeks went a dark, dark red, and she turned to gape at Adrian, who watched them with heavy-lidded eyes.
"Mmm. She is, huh?" He wasn't gonna let her hide, not from him and Adrian. "She's a good one, this woman of yours." He took her mouth again, slow and easy, making sure Adrian got a good show.
Sometimes Adrian needed to be reminded about what was good in his life, right? The lad could be dense. Packer heard Adrian slide down from the bed, the man's heat sliding on his back.
Oh, fuck. He might just get it right back up. That felt so damned fine.
Adrian's tongue traced his ear, hand sneaking around to press between them and head south.
"Greedy." Packer chuckled, his hands clenching on Calleigh's ass. Her skin was so soft compared to Adrian's, so sweet.
"Mmmhmm. You two started without me."
"You were sleeping, Adrian. Hard." Calleigh's words were all gentle-like, careful.
"S'okay. I liked what I saw." Adrian was sweet as pie, too.
Packer figured he might get a cavity or two being around them. Of course, her tight little body shifted on him and Adrian bit him, hard enough for a sting. That was way more like it. Grunting, Packer started shifting back and forth between them.
"You want to go again? Impressive." She leaned and kissed him, then Adrian tilted her head, took a kiss of his own.
Adrian's little chuckle sounded breathless and horny. "Pack is always impressive, baby."
"You're not bad, baby." Calleigh reached out, fingers wrapping around Adrian's prick. "Not bad at all."
"Thank you." Adrian bucked against them, and Packer grinned. So easy.
Adrian's fingers tugged at the little dangling jewel on Calleigh's belly button, and Packer's eyes rolled. Damn. Damn, he could feel that, buried inside her.
"You--" He tried to talk, but he just couldn't get the words out.
"Yeah..." Adrian was rubbing against his hip, cock leaving burning trails on his skin.
"God." They were gonna burn him alive. He was quickly learning that singly they were like flames, but together they were a blaze.
Her kisses were softer than Adrian's, but deeper, longer, each kiss lasting until he thought he'd scream with it. Fucking A. Packer moved a little faster, letting them have at him.
Adrian slipped behind Calleigh, one hand dropping down, touching where he was buried in that hot cunt.
Christ. His whole body jerked, his nerve endings singing.
"Somebody likes that, eh, mate?"
"I think it's more than like." Calleigh sounded a little smug.
Packer reached around, swatted her butt. "Watch it, girlie."
Calleigh gasped and started bouncing. That was it. He just had to keep them off balance. Off balance and hungry. It was a fine plan.
He might just survive this after all.
***
Adrian just-- He didn't know whether to shit or go blind. Packer and Calleigh wore him out, made him unsure and horny and happy and scared to death. What a mess. What a lovely mess.
Calleigh was in the bath; he could just see one foot bobbing, painted toenails sorta sparkly.
Packer was in the bed, snoring a little, looking like an Aussie monkey. Lord.
"Adrian? You awake?" Calleigh's voice was soft, soft, quiet enough that he could ignore it.
He padded into the bathroom, smiling down at her. Girls and baths. "'Lo, baby."
"Hey." She grinned at him, one hand reaching for his leg. "We okay?"
"We are," he said. She looked decadent. Hot. His. He'd kinda forgotten.
"Okay. I just... I missed you. A lot." Her breasts bobbed in the water, floated, so tempting.
"I know. I missed you, too." Adrian chuckled. "I may not have realized how much until just now."
"Liar." She winked at him, and this smile was bittersweet. "You don't have to say things like that."
"Well, it's true, baby girl." He sank down on the closed toilet, hands hanging between his knees.
"Don't go all hang-dog, turkey. It's not a good look for you." His lady flicked water at him. "You want to come in? I'll add more hot water."
"God, yes." He felt like a three day old glazed doughnut.
She slid over, let some water out and started the hot going. "Come on, then." Look at her eyes shine.
Adrian grinned and made for the tub, sliding in with Calleigh and holding her up against his chest. "Feels good."
Calleigh leaned against him, humming softly. "Uh-huh."
"Are you all right, then?" He wasn't one hundred percent sure.
"I'm a little weirded out. Like I've pushed you and Packer into something y'all might not want."
"Right, because if we were so unhappy we would have come way more." She was a silly girl.
Calleigh slapped his thigh, her hand hitting the water. That made them both crack up, the laughter happy, familiar.
Adrian stroked her belly. "Love you." That she had to believe.
"I love you, baby. That's why I came. No matter how it went, I had to try."
"I'm glad you did." He was. He wasn't an asshole. He'd never lied to her about Packer. Never. They’d sworn an open relationship was cool, but he’d always felt guilty for it, since he’d taken her up on it and she’d never fooled around.