She chuckled. "Me too. God, it's hot, you and me and him."
"It is, baby." Packer was a real devil in the sack, and Calleigh had always been enthusiastic. This could be so much fun.
"You gonna let me stay, play?" Her hands slipped down his thighs, rubbing down deep.
"As long as you want." Oh, that felt good. Curled his toes.
"I want to play. I saved up a ton of money." She kept touching, kept rubbing.
"Yeah? You never said." He was going to get it up again, which he would have thought was impossible.
"Yeah. I worked a lot of hours, didn't need much, so when I got laid off..." She shrugged, wriggled against him. "I was okay."
Did he even know that before she'd shown up? How could he not know that about his wife? Jesus, how long had it been? Since he'd seen her, since he'd spent the night in his own bed? Too long, obviously. Christ, she felt good.
She arched, her ass nudging his cock, sliding on it, all slick and fine. His eyes rolled a little, his head falling back. His hips went up at the same time, like a counterweight.
"Mmm. Hey, you. Is that a pistol in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?"
"I'm happy. Trust me." He nipped her neck. "When did you become such a bloody tease?"
"I've been practicing."
Practicing? On who? That was ominous. Open was one thing, sure, but they’d agreed to tell each other about a someone in their lives. Right?
"Who?"
"Who what?"
"Who have you been practicing on?" It was going to get him in trouble, but he pinched her hip.
"Hey!" She chuckled, whacked his leg again. "I've been reading; I took a pole dancing class."
"Oh." Something that had clenched up in his chest let go. "Right."
"Jealous butthead."
"I know." That was a double standard, and he knew it, but shit... She was his girl.
"You could remind me why I put up with you."
"I could." Adrian bent to kiss her neck, lips moving down across her shoulder. He fucking loved how her skin goosepebbled up for him, like he was still something she needed. Who was he kidding? He still loved her so much it hurt. He just hadn't known how to go home. How to reconcile her and Packer.
She took one of his hands, put it on one of the most perfect breasts on earth. Adrian automatically squeezed, his palm rubbing against her nipple. It beaded right up for him, hard and hot.
"Yeah. I almost got them pierced, when I got my belly button done, but I chickened out."
"No, the belly is perfect. That would be too much." He'd have to show her his tattoo, soon. It had hurt like hell, taken months to heal.
"Yeah. I didn't want to wait so long to come to see you."
He caught her nipple between his thumb and forefinger and tugged, grinning as she moaned. She moved on him, her legs swaying in the water, and his cock slipped and slid against her skin. Christ. She was a wet dream. He got her legs spread over the tops of his thighs, got her spread so he could touch that hot little pussy, trace the soft, slick folds.
She moaned for him, and he pushed a finger inside her, just a tiny bit. Calleigh was burning up, wet, a little swollen. He almost pulled away, then she started riding, bearing down on his touch, then backing off.
"You're hot, love. Not sore?" He just wanted to make sure.
"Tender, but it's not a bad thing."
"Oh, good." Packer could be a lot. He knew. And she’d taken both of them more than once.
"Yeah. More, Adrian." Demanding girl. He loved this new facet to her.
"More. God, girl." He just wanted her like he hadn't in years. It was crazy.
"Yes." She leaned back, her lips right by his ear. "Make me crazy, baby. Make me come and I'll suck you while Packer fucks you tonight."
Jesus. Jesus, when had she started talking like that? Adrian shuddered, his hips lifting, pushing her up out of the water. His fingers slid down her front, finding her clit rubbing it in small circles.
Her lips opened and her breath sped on his jaw. "Adrian. Baby. Just like that. Love your hands."
"I love you." He'd said it more in the last ten minutes than he had in the last year. He meant it, too. It wasn’t bullshit.
"Good." Her fingers slid down his thigh, touching him.
"Oh, baby." He pushed up again, pushed down with his fingers, letting her feel a tiny sting. Her breath caught and her hips rolled for him, her pretty little ass rubbed all along his cock. He wanted to do bad things to her. Bad things that would make her feel so good. He lifted her with his free hand, moving her in the water so his cock could push at her pussy.
"You want me to turn around?" She arched, her body sinking down over him like he belonged inside her.
"Mmm. If you want, baby." Anything she wanted. "Just keep talking."
"I'm good like this, love. You go nice and deep." She pushed down on him, her little moan going straight to his balls.
"I-- Christ, baby." He couldn't figure out where to put his hands. He wanted to touch her everywhere: her soft breasts, her firm belly, her wet pussy.
She took one of his hands, put it back on her breast, on her hard nipple. "Touch me. Make me come for you. I want to feel you, all day. We're going to have so much fun playing."
"Fuck, yes. I want that." They'd exhaust each other.
"I want you." She started riding him and his eyes were drawn to the ink at the base of her spine.
The new ink.
"You've been busy, baby. Tattoos. Talking dirty..." He loved it because she'd done it for him.
"I wanted you to remember who I was, cowboy."
That might break his heart later. Right now all he could do was nod and kiss her neck, the pressure on his cock taking over rational thought.
Calleigh moved faster, riding him hard, taking him in deep.
"Oh, baby." His hands slid up and down, from her belly to breasts, thumbs working her nipples.
"Fuck me, Adrian. Let me feel you."
"Yeah. Yeah." He could do that. His hips got going, and soon they had water flying. He was just slamming into her.
"Cowboy!" Her voice rang out, bouncing in the bathroom, so fucking needy.
"Oh, hell yes." He gritted his teeth, trying to hold on, trying to make it so good for her.
He felt it, when she jerked around him, started coming. The tremors rippled all around his prick, those muscles working him.
"God." That was it. He was so damned sensitive now that he couldn't take anymore. He shouted, his hips slamming up, shooting deep inside her. He kept his arms wrapped tight around her, held on as he shook through the aftershocks.
"Lord. I-- Calleigh." What else could he say?
"You two hooligans are loud, eh? Enough to wake the dead." Packer was leaning against the doorframe, grinning at them.
"Well, you were acting like you were never gonna wake up." Adrian grinned, letting his head loll back.
Calleigh giggled, her sweet body clenching around his cock. Adrian gasped, his body jerking. He might die if he tried to get it up again. That had both his girl and the big gorilla laughing more, Calleigh's body trying to make him lose his mind.
"Stop it." He was laughing along all of a sudden, the whole room seeming to shake.
He had his girl, his best mate, everything, altogether. A man could hardly ask for any more than that.
Calleigh finished lining her eyes, then started on her lips. Dinner out. With the boys. Like out-out. At a restaurant. One that had steaks and lobster. Adrian had made the reservations and Packer had promised to pick her outfit (which, okay, terrifying) and leave it out on the bed for her.
The wonder-Aussies were going to the hotel spa for a massage and shave. Jackasses.
When she came out of the bathroom, the outfit was indeed laid out on the bed.
Calleigh'd never worn the dress before, never. She'd seen the little A-line fringe dress in a window in Dallas, the copper sparkle lighting up the store front. Somehow it didn't surprise her that Packer had chosen it.
Add to that the six-inch pumps and a pair of dangling diamond earrings she'd never seen before, and she felt like a Barbie doll. It was remarkably modest, really. The dress had beaded straps and a scoop neckline with a deep plunge in the back. It came well below mid-thigh, but somehow she felt more exposed than she had in the mini she'd worn the night before.
She found a pair of seamed stockings and a black garter belt, easing them on, smoothing them over her thighs. There. She looked good. She knew it. She needed to stop worrying about it.
Sparkly clips went in her hair, perfume went into the hollow of her throat, and she grabbed her clutch, heading down to meet the boys in the lobby, on time, thank you very much. Adrian was always late. So it must have been Packer who had them in the lobby, waiting for her.
They looked hot as hell -- both starched and pressed, hats on. Packer's belly was tight as a board under the navy blue shirt and her Adrian's eyes were burning as they stared at her.
It was Adrian who came and kissed her lips lightly, taking her arm. "You ready, baby?"
"I am. Do I look okay?" She shimmied a little.
"You look amazing." His smile said she looked better than that. She hadn't seen that look so much in years.
She felt her cheeks heat, her heart fluttering. "Thanks. Y'all look like a slice of Heaven."
"You think so? I'd have gone south." Laughing, Packer moved close, fingers brushing her back above the fabric. "You look like a really good sin."
Her nipples went tight, and so did her belly. "Feed me, boys. I'm starving." She'd been doing a ton of core work, so she knew she looked good.
"Mmm. All that exercise." Adrian's grin widened.
She offered him a quirked grin, a nod. "You know it. I rode hard." No shame, damn it. She could keep their interest.
"Cowboy-ed right up, luv." Packer chuckled again, which stirred the hair at the nape of her neck.
"Mmm. Be good, now."
They led her out to the valet stand, where a sexy black pickup waited. Someone's hand brushed the curve of her ass as she walked.
"We're very good. You ought to know that, baby." Adrian handed her up into the truck. Packer drove.
Her fingers slid over the leather seats, and she hummed softly. She did love a tricked-out truck. This one had to be Packer's. Adrian's was red. Hers was champagne colored.
Adrian chuckled at her, and Packer looked over at her, one eyebrow raised. "What? I like a nice truck."
"Good." Packer's voice held a wealth of satisfaction. "We'll have to test out how much later."
The sun was down, the lights buzzing by, and Calleigh felt light, free, like she was heading for the top of a roller coaster.
"So, you like steak or lobster better, luv?"
"Steak. I admit it, I'm a meat eater." Lobsters were messy, anyway.
"She doesn't like butter fingers, Pack." Adrian pressed up against her. He'd refused to sit in the back.
"This is true. Well, it's okay at home, with an old T-shirt on." She leaned into Adrian's warmth, snuggling.
"Oh, now, at home you should have someone to feed it to you."
Adrian's fingers slid up her thigh. "At home, mate, we can think of all sorts of things to do with this beautiful body and buttery fingers."
Oh. Oh, damn.
"Oh, hell yes." Packer patted her other leg, his fingers lingering.
Adrian explored the lace band at the top of her stockings, then the garters. Then skin. She waited for the groan; her Adrian loved stockings, loved the access of garter belts and thongs.
"Oh, fuck, Calleigh. You know that makes me crazy."
She gave Adrian her best innocent look, but it was derailed a little, by Packer's exploring fingers.
"Nice, luv. Didn't know it was a hot button of Adrian's."
Another groan sounded, this one a little rueful. "No, but he'll use it now. He'll buy you a thousand pairs."
She laughed, leaned over to kiss Packer's jaw, just barely. "You and I have to talk, darlin'. Compare notes,” she said. “I think we could make him crazy."
"Oh, I know we can. He's so easy, huh?" Packer’s fingers slid farther than Adrian's, the man that much more daring.
Her breath caught, and she nodded, her thighs sliding.
Adrian chuckled softly. "Careful, mate. She shaves when she wears these. Makes her sweet and slick."
"Oh, Christ."
They were going to steam up the windows they way they were all breathing hard. "Y'all need to be good now." She let her leg slide against Adrian's, let her thighs part just a little wider, to tease them all.
"Mmmhmm. We're always good. With you I bet we could achieve greatness." Adrian's pinky touched the crease of thigh and torso, making her gasp. They were like newlyweds, but better, the heat between them deeper, fiercer. Packer was this amazing, fiery presence, too. Just waiting like a big predator.
They pulled into a parking lot, and Packer parked toward the back. The silence as the engine was killed was huge.
"Well. We have a reservation, lovies, so in we go." Packer kissed her just under her ear, his arm going around her back so his fingers could reach Adrian's arm.
Adrian chuckled, nodded and they tumbled out, Adrian making sure she was steady on her heels. She could see the way heads turned so people could stare, and she loved that all the women in the place looked jealous. They should be.
Adrian held her chair for her, her fringe tickling her thighs as she sat.
The waiter smiled at them when he came, handing her the menu first, but giving Packer the wine list. "Can I get you something to drink, folks?"
She smiled at Adrian. "Are you boys having beer?"
"Yeah, I think so." Adrian grinned back. "What have you got in a nice dark ale?" Adrian settled on a local brew, and Packer managed to get a Victoria Bitter, which she knew from experience was actually an Aussie pilsner.
She went with a nice dark red, knowing that it made her lips shine.
They all looked at the menu, but she had to laugh, because the toes of their boots found her feet at the same time. Boys.
"What looks good?" She wanted a little steak, a salad. Maybe some shrimp.
"Oh, I like the Porterhouse." Adrian always had a hollow leg or something.
"Not the grilled chicken breast salad?" She couldn't help teasing. She'd fed Adrian chicken for the first year she cooked for him.
"Oh, god. You'd poison me if you could." He grinned at her, tapping her leg with his foot. "I need my red meat protein, as hard as I work out these days, baby."
Packer snorted and Calleigh chuckled. "I bet you get your fair dose of... protein,” she said, arching a brow.
"Oh, he can have as much as he likes." Packer's grin went evil-evil. Lord, he was hot when he smiled.
"What about you, sir? Are you a chicken man? Shrimp?" God, this was fun.
"Oh, I like a good shrimp, now. With steak." Packer almost chortled. "Like a good loin, too."
That made her giggle. "Poor me. Neither one of y'all are breast lovers."
"Now, love, don't count us out on that. We're just not as fond of chicken."
"He's got a point, baby girl."
"Duck? Goose? Ptarmigan?" What the fuck was a ptarmigan anyway?
"Wife." Adrian's hand covered hers, squeezing.
Her cheeks heated, and she grinned. "Well, then. I suppose you boys deserve your red meat."
"There you go." Sometimes Adrian sounded like a Texan. If Texans had that weird lilt to their voices.
She ordered the petit filet and a salad, along with the shrimp cocktail. Whatever she didn't eat, someone would. Adrian got his Porterhouse, and Packer got some surf and turf thing, and over the first round of drinks the man had her and Adrian laughing like loons about some beach story that involved Brazilians and crabs.
She countered with a story about Helena's wedding out on Lake Texoma. "Y'all should have seen her, dancing around on the boat in those heels. When Gordon tripped and they went over the side, it was like the funny video show."
She'd been Helena's matron of honor, just like Helena had stood up for her with Adrian.
Adrian shook his head. "I didn't know Helena had gotten married."
"Lord, she's pregnant with baby number two. I'm Bethany's godmother. She's a hoot." For a second she thought about the life she'd walked out on -- house, land, friends, job. Then she looked at Adrian, who was staring at her with that mixture of awe and love and a little shamefacedness, and she couldn't think of a reason not to be right where she was.
Her hand found his knee, touching him, and she couldn't help but smile.
Packer took a long pull of beer before clearing his throat. "Why no kids for you?"
She squeezed Adrian's knee again. "I had a miscarriage early on, but nothing since. It's just not in the cards." Hell, that was why they'd gotten married.
"Sorry, luv." Packer patted her leg in return, and Adrian reached out to grab her hand. Cowboys. American or Aussie, they were all the same.
"It's okay. I work long hours... worked, I mean." She probably didn't have time to be a mom.
"How's the wine, luv?" Packer adroitly changed the subject, squeezing her knee.
"Rich, wonderful. I'll have to drink slow or it'll go to my head."
"Oh, we can't have that..." Her two men grinned at each other, talking in unison again.
"Which part? Drinking slow or getting tipsy?"
"I like the way you think, you know." Packer was about to start something, she could tell. Something raunchy maybe. Thank goodness the appetizers came. She nibbled on her shrimp -- of course, so did Adrian.
And Packer.
They also made their way through lobster fondue and toasts and some salads. Those boys were storing away some energy.
Adrian's steak came, and it was the size of a brontosaurus. "Good lord. Are we feeding the Flintstones?"
"I'm starving, baby girl. And Packer? He may be wiry, but he can eat. No worries."
She shook her head, grinned and cut her little steak up. "You two are going to be comatose later."
"I'm not the one who falls asleep after a half a slice of cheesecake." Oh, now Adrian was playing dirty.
"No, but chocolate and coffee leave me wired for sound, Meat Boy."
"Mmm. She has a point."
"Yeah? Chocolate and coffee for dessert, then."
She looked over at Packer, grinned. "Are you sure you can handle me wired for sound?”
"I think we can, love. It may take two of us." Pack’s eyes were sharp, serious, and the look made her wet, made her nipples ache they hardened so quickly.
Adrian gasped next to her, and she knew he could tell where she was headed.
"It'll be fascinating to see y'all try."
"You have no idea. You caught us by surprise before, right, Chook?"
Adrian nodded. "Packer is good with a plan."
She sized them both up and decided her best chance to get a leg up was Adrian. "I bet he has lots of plans with you."
Adrian's cheeks went an adorable shade of pink. "Usually, yeah."
That made her chuckle, feeling back on top of the game.
"Now I get to include you, hmm?" Adrian's hand slid up her thigh under the table. She hadn't even noticed how close he'd moved.
"Be good, now." Her thighs parted, she couldn't help it.
"There's no fun in that, love." Packer's fingers sent chills right up her spine.
Her belly went tight and she ached, wriggling just a bit. "Don't make me beat you."
"Oh, no. We'll do that to Adrian."
Adrian gasped and her eyebrow went up, her lip quirking. "Will we, now? I haven't done that since before we were married,” she murmured. They had only done that twice, when they were young and wild and testing limits.
Packer moved even closer. "Do tell, love. We need to compare notes."
"No. No, you don't."
She glanced over at Adrian, then Packer turned her face to face him. Okay, whoa hot. "Hey."
"Hey. We're talking about the plan. Pay attention, luv." Packer winked, and he was so close she could count individual lashes.
"Are we? I'm an RN, you know. I'm very good at following a plan."