“Yes. I did. I don’t suppose you want to tell me how long the two of you have known.”
“That you’ve been datin’ both of us?” Gage asked. “We didn’t figure that out until we caught the look on your face when you saw us together at the bar last night.”
Terri narrowed her eyes. “And the two of you met at the bar last night?”
“No,” Owen answered. “We’ve known each other for years.”
Gage hooked his thumbs in his pockets and rocked back on the heels of his boots. “Do you remember the time I told you about how I broke the coveted man law?”
Terri’s jaw dropped and she could tell by the guilt that swam into Gage’s eyes that he knew she remembered. He’d told her about how he’d started dating his best friend’s ex-fiancé and how the act had torn him and that best friend apart.
“Owen was the friend I betrayed.”
“Oh, God.” Terri covered her mouth with her hand. “And he thought…” She shifted her attention to Owen. “You thought…”
“That history was repeating itself,” Owen finished for her.
“So you decked him!” Terri couldn’t believe it. She never would’ve expected him, or Gage, for that matter, to act like a couple of testosterone-overloaded sixteen year olds. “Owen, you had no right. Yes, I’ve been going out with both of you. No, I didn’t tell either of you about the other one. I’m not in a committed relationship with you”—she pointed a finger at Owen and then turned it on Gage—“or you.” She pointed at Owen again. “And you said you didn’t want anything serious between us in the first place.”
“I changed my mind.” Owen said it so simply and calmly Terri couldn’t do anything more than blink at him for several heartbeats.
“You changed your mind,” she finally repeated. “Dare I ask exactly when this happened? Because it better have not been last night when you realized I’ve been seeing Gage, too.”
“Of course not.” Owen raked a hand through his dark hair. “It happened months ago. I haven’t had a serious relationship with a woman since Sage. I’ve been afraid to let a woman into my heart again. I’ve dated women, some of them exclusively for a while, but I never let them get too close. That didn’t work with you.”
Terri stared at him. Christ, what was he saying? Months ago, before she’d met Gage, she’d wanted nothing more than to explore a relationship with Owen, but now…
“Wrong or not, I’ve already made it clear to him I’m not backin’ off.” Gage’s declaration drew Terri’s attention back to him. “I’m nuts about you, and there’s not an ounce of guilt inside me for that. I’ll walk away, but only if you tell me to.”
“You want me to tell you to leave me alone?” She couldn’t do it. She hadn’t known Gage as long as Owen, but she couldn’t imagine going through everyday knowing she would never see his handsome face, never kiss his amazing lips, and never feel his strong arms wrapped around her again.
“It’s not what I want, but it’s the only way I’ll go.”
Heart pounding, Terri shifted her gaze to Owen. “And you?”
“I’m not backing off unless that’s what you want.”
Dear God, help me.
Terri’d had her share of men and she’d enjoyed most of them immensely. She hadn’t slept with every man she’d gone out with, far from it, but, when she had decided to have sex with one, it had been the no-strings kind of fun. Owen and Gage were different than all the others. That’s why she’d never allowed herself to sleep with either of them. She’d wanted more, she’d wanted a relationship, and she hadn’t been willing to jeopardize what she had going with either of them for a quick roll between the sheets. She felt different things when she was with them that she’d never felt with any man. Both of them had awakened things inside her in their own ways that no other man had ever touched. How could she choose between the two best men she’d ever met?
“And what if I don’t tell either of you to leave?” she dared to ask. “What happens then?”
The men exchanged wordless glances and they both shrugged, but it was Gage who answered.
“Then nothing changes for now.”
“We both keep dating you until you decide,” Owen chimed in.
“Until I chose between you.” Terri covered her forehead with her hand, feeling the mother of all headaches coming on. She closed her eyes and willed her world to stop spinning. She felt dizzy, lightheaded with the prospect of losing them both. She knew that would be the inevitable conclusion if she strung them along. They’d get tired of it. They’d insist she make a decision and she simply couldn’t do it. Not now. Not ever.
“I can’t handle this right now.” She dropped her hand and opened her eyes. “I can’t do…” What you’re asking me to do. She looked at both of them in turn as she shook her head. “I need to think.” She’d tossed her purse in the artsy swivel chair by the front door when she’d come in from her shift. She walked around Owen and Gage and snatched it up, throwing the strap over her shoulder even as she dug inside it for her car keys.
“Where are you goin’, darlin’?” Gage reached for her, but she stepped away.
“Out. Away. I don’t know.” She pulled open the front door, paused, and looked back at them over her shoulder. “While we’re getting all this honesty shit out on the table, I should probably tell you guys I’m pregnant.”
She folded her legs on the bed and rose to her knees as she wound her arms around his broad shoulders and angled her head to let him deepen the kiss. She felt the bed shift and moaned into Gage’s mouth as Owen danced his fingers up her nape. Owen’s lips cascaded wet trails along her shoulders and neck as Gage continued to kiss her.
Her mind struggled to make sense of the sensations coursing through her. Part of her wanted to concentrate on kissing Gage while the other part wanted to focus on the tender way Owen’s lips were moving over her flesh. Unable to divide her attention, her body settled into a commotion of heady needs and sheer ecstasy.
Gage’s hand on her chin slid to cup her cheek as he broke the kiss, nipped her bottom lip, and then pulled back. “Lay down with Owen. I’ll be right back.”
Breathless and dazed, Terri watched him as he stepped back and turned toward Owen’s dresser. He’d insisted they stop at the twenty-four-hour pharmacy on their way here from the hospital and, as he pulled a tube of lubrication from the bag, she understood why.
Shaking with apprehension and anticipation, she turned on the bed and found Owen stretched out on his back waiting for her. Desire shimmered warmly through her veins and her pussy tingled as her gaze slid down his naked flesh and locked onto his erect cock. It stood at full attention, a hard rod seemingly waiting for her to impale herself.
“When did you get undressed?” she asked dumbly. The last time she’d really looked at him, his pants and boxer-briefs had been around his knees and he’d still been wearing his shirt, socks, and shoes.
“I had to do something while you were watching him.” He held out his arms and she walked on her knees, straddling his legs as his hands came to rest on her hips. “I’m okay with you taking time to enjoy seeing him get naked, but it’s not a sight that gets me off.”
Terri laughed, albeit breathlessly. “I guess I don’t have to worry about the two of you dividing your attention between me and one another.”
“Trust me, darlin’. All our attention is focused on you.”
She registered the dip at the foot of the mattress as Gage returned to the bed, but Owen picked that moment to use his hold on her hips to ease her down onto his cock. She sighed as her channel stretched to accommodate the width of his dick. She was wet, almost dripping with juices. Still, she felt every glorious inch of his shaft rub along the walls of her channel.
“Damn,” Owen breathed as his eyes slowly closed and an expression of intense concentration overtook his handsome face. “Maybe that wasn’t such a good idea just yet.”
“Oh?” Terri leaned forward, resting her upper body on her hands on either side of Owen as she lifted her pussy off his cock and gradually lowered herself onto it again. It was pleasure and torture of the sweetest kind. “Why is that?”
“I’m still too close to coming,” Owen said through gritted teeth. “That’s what I get for letting you put that wicked mouth of yours on me before I got to be inside you.”
Terri settled her pussy on his cock and gyrated her hips, grinding him deeply inside her and drawing a throaty-sounding groan from his lips. “You can’t come yet. Your partner isn’t ready.”
Owen’s eyes opened and warning flashed through their deep brown depths as his hands tightened more firmly on her hips, stopping her movement. “You keep that up and we’re going to leave him behind.”
Terri giggled and tossed a look over her shoulder at Gage. “Do you hear that? He’s already throwing your teamwork out the window.”
A sexy-as-hell grin spread his lips and his gaze fell from hers to her ass. “If he could see what I’m lookin’ at, he’d be in even bigger trouble. Damn, darlin’, you’re gorgeous this way.” He slid a hand up the back of her thigh and over her butt cheek, his fingers kneading as he pulled her cheeks apart. Two fingers of his other hand slipped between her cheeks and she sucked in a breath at the cool contrast of the lube as it made contact with her heated flesh.
Her gaze slammed back into Owen’s as Gage slowly pushed a well-lubed finger inside her anus, paused, wiggled, and delved a little deeper. She bowed her head as the burn of her tight muscles stretching morphed to a bitter-sweet pain.
“Breathe, darlin’,” Gage instructed as he pulled the finger back and added a second, easing both inside her ass in a twisting motion that urged her muscles to spread wider.
Terri struggled to breathe, forcing herself to relax as he manipulated his way deeper inside her. “Oh, God. Please, Gage.”
Owen buried a hand in the side of her hair, gently fisted the strands, and tugged her head up. She opened her eyes and stared down at him. “What do you want, sweetheart?”
“I want…oh, yes!” She couldn’t complete the thought as Gage worked the fingers inside her ass in and out, fucking her with the digits in an increasing rhythm that had pressure building deep in her cunt.
“Are you ready to feel my cock inside you?” Gage wiggled the fingers, pulled them back, and pistoned them inside once more.
“Yes!” Dear God, she felt crazy with need, on the brink of a precipice of his creation made unstable by the sensation of Owen’s cock buried deep in her pussy. “I want to feel both of you inside me. Fuck my ass, Gage. I need you now. Please.”