29. Tessa

29

Tessa

H arry's curled in a little ball on the bed, whimpering from a nightmare.

It's not the first time. Twice this week he's woken me with his kicking and crying. I'm fortunate Chloe is a heavy sleeper, or she'd be screaming the place down by now.

"Shhh, baby, mommy's here." I stroke his damp hair and he settles immediately.

"Mommy? Bad man chasing me," he mumbles, still half asleep.

"No bad men here. You're safe, baby." I pull him against me and he tucks his body around mine. Within a few minutes, he's sound asleep again, so I edge away and lie back on the bed, staring at the ceiling.

I've probably missed the end of the movie by now, but the thought of going back in there terrifies me. The dynamic between Madden and Cin is confusing as hell. I suspected they had a thing going on from all the sexual tension in the room each time Cin started winding Madden up with his stupid flirty comments.

But I never expected to witness anything between them. Fuck, seeing Cin on his knees, submitting to Madden, was the hottest thing ever. But instead of feeling like I was intruding on a private moment, it was like they were inviting me to join them.

At least that's the vibe I got.

Now I'm here alone, I'm not so sure. Maybe Harry waking up was a good thing. No doubt they've taken their games to the bedroom by now.

My mind shows me an image of two hard bodies writhing on a bed while I watch, and my core clenches with need.

A glance at the clock on the nightstand tells me it's not that late. Maybe I should go back out there. Even if the guys have gone to bed, I can read my Kindle in the living room, or watch something mindless on the TV.

A drink would be good, too. Eating popcorn and chocolate has made me thirsty, and I barely touched my beer. It'll be warm by now, but I wouldn't mind a glass of water.

Harry's fast asleep again, so my mind made up, I quietly open the bedroom door and head back into the kitchen.

All the lights are off in the living room and the house is quiet. The guys must have gone to bed after I ran off. Part of me is relieved but the rest of me is disappointed.

I shake my head to dispel the lingering cloud of arousal and reach up for a clean glass. A hand on my shoulder makes me jump and I yelp, almost dropping the glass.

"Careful, sweetness, wouldn't want broken glass everywhere." Cin is so close I can feel his breath on the back of my neck. There's barely anything between us. Just a few layers of fabric.

The heat of his body and the way he blocks me in scrambles my brain. I can't string a sentence together. What was I doing again?

"I thought..." My voice trails off when I realize he's hard and that hardness is pressing into my ass like it wants to burrow inside me. Worse, my body is definitely on board with the idea. My panties are soaking and I'm pretty sure if he pulled my shorts down, he could slide right into my pussy with no resistance.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

"You thought what?"

I swallow hard, thankful he can't see my flaming red face. "I thought you'd gone to bed."

He chuckles. "Madden's gone to bed. I was heading there but wanted a glass of water."

"Are you...joining him?"

His lips brush against the back of my neck, and I shiver. "Would you like that, sweetness? Does it turn you on?"

"No...yes...maybe..."

"Oh, I think it does, baby girl. If I slid my fingers between your sweet thighs, I bet you'd be wet for us." He's right. More than right. But I refuse to admit it.

"No. What you two get up to is none of my business. I'll be gone soon, anyway." I attempt a dismissive shrug, but Cin isn't buying it.

"That wasn't the vibe I got when you watched us. I think you liked the idea of me and Madden together."

I moan when he grinds against me, letting me know how hard he is. A sensible woman would push him away, but I'm too caught up in whatever this is to move. He feels too damn good, and it's been way too long since I had any sex. Good sex.

"Imagine how good it would be if I fucked you while Madden fucked me." The picture he paints almost blows my mind. The two of them... and me.

A fleeting image of Kade enters my head, but I shove it away. Kade is off-limits. And besides, he's not interested.

I'm not sure Madden is, to be honest, but maybe that doesn't matter. Cin is more than enough for me. More than enough for any woman, given the size of the cock digging into my ass.

"We shouldn't be doing this," I say, albeit without much conviction.

His hands slide up my ribs, under my tee. We both groan when he reaches my heavy, swollen breasts. They're so much bigger than they used to be. Having children pushed me up at least three cup sizes and now they feel huge. Sensitive.

With every soft caress, he pushes me closer to the edge of the cliff. I can't remember the last time I had an orgasm at the hands of a man. Making me come was never Enzo's priority. Not once he locked me down, anyway.

"Need to see those tits, sweetness." He steps away and spins me around, lifting my tee before I can protest. "Fuck, you're gorgeous," he says, eyes fixed on my breasts. I know I'm not, but boy, it does me good to hear the words after months of shit from Enzo about how fat I am.

My nipples tingle as he swipes a tongue across one and then the other. For a horrible moment, I worry my tits will start leaking milk, which isn't sexy at all, but he latches on before I can warn him.

The hot feel of his mouth is sublime. I could come from this alone, I decide. With each suck and swirl of his tongue, I whimper and grind against him. When he pulls back, milk dribbles from his lips, and he smirks.

"You taste so sweet." It should be gross, but it's not.

He leans in and kisses my mouth, and I taste the sweetness of my milk on his lips. His chest is bare, all cut muscle with a light dusting of hair across his pecs. My hands trace a path down, pausing when I reach his waistband.

I want to touch him too, but my confidence is at an all-time low. This guy has probably fucked hundreds of women. He's sexy and confident. Everything I'm not. Sure, I've had plenty of sex, mostly at college, but it's been ages.

Enzo's critical commentary plays in my mind.

You're frigid.

No man will ever want you now you've let yourself go like this.

"Hey, where did you go?" Cin cups my jaw and stares into my eyes. "Come back to me."

Tears well in my eyes, and I swallow hard. This is a bad idea.

Cin doesn't really want me. He's horny and I'm available. That's all.

Before I can make an excuse and push him away, he drops to his knees. Just like he did with Madden. The voice in my head telling me I'm not good enough goes silent at the sight of a gorgeous man on his knees, staring up at me like I'm a goddess he plans to spend the rest of his days worshipping.