“Stay here until I come getcha, okay?”
She nodded. After ten minutes passed, she couldn’t stand waiting any longer. She snuck inside the darkened trailer and heard him thumping around in his bedroom.
“Carter?”
“I thought I told you—”
“Yeah, I know. I don’t listen very well.” Macie paused in the doorway and watched him wrestling with a set of silky peach-colored sheets. Which, by the looks of it, were a size too small, which was probably the reason they wouldn’t fit on the bed. “What are you doing?”
“Screwing this up, apparently.” Disgusted, he tossed the sheets aside. “I wanted it to be perfect.” A sound, half sigh/half laugh, rumbled from his chest. He scrubbed his hands over the stubble on his face. “But there ain’t moonlight, hell, it ain’t even night. I don’t have candles, or soft music, unless you count Faith Hill. No flowers. Or champagne. Now I can’t even get the damn sheets on the bed. And to top it off, I have wicked hangover.
Some romantic setting, huh?”
“Why are you setting a scene? I don’t need all that for you to seduce me.”
Carter looked at her. Her breath stalled in her lungs. Those blue, blue eyes held everything she’d ever wanted and he was looking at her. Offering it to her.
“It’s not about seduction. It’s about love. I love you, Macie. Really, really love you and I’ve never said that to another girl—woman—in my whole life. And I wanted it to be perfect when I told you—”
His words were cut off when she launched herself at him and kissed him. When Carter realized she was crying, he pulled back.
“Hey. What’s this?”
Macie couldn’t answer. She buried her face in his neck and sobbed. He hugged her tightly until she calmed down. She finally looked up at him. “I really, really love you too, Carter, and I’ve never said that to anyone either.”
“I could be a gentleman and tell you that you didn’t have to say it back to me just
’cause I said it first.” He grinned. “But we both know I ain’t really a gentleman and hot damn, am I ever glad to hear it.”
“So what happens now?” Do we ride off into the sunset together? Start picking out china patterns?
Romantic nonsense, Macie Blue.
“We’ll figure it out as we go.” Carter pushed her on the bed and she squealed at the wicked, sweet, hot look of forever in his eyes. “For now, we’ve got a free afternoon and a whole box of condoms. That’s as good as any place to start.”
Chapter Thirty-four
“He’s here for what?” Gemma knew her voice was a shade shy of hysterical.
Cash gazed at her coolly. “You don’t have to pretend with me, Gem, I know you.
Heck, you told me you were interested in tryin’ it just earlier this week.”
“We were in bed! That doesn’t count.”
“Which is why it does count. Plus, I overheard you last summer, talkin’ with Channing ’bout it, and how long your curiosity has been piqued. Trevor is here to satisfy it.”
“Trevor. You asked Trevor if he wanted to be part of a threesome? With me? And you?” Gemma shook her head, even as her blood raced. “Cash, why would you do that?”
“Because you want it. And I want to give you something he never did.”
He. Meaning her late husband, Steve.
Was this really happening? She and Steve talked about a threesome in vague generalities throughout their marriage, more along the lines of…a fantasy f**k. Gemma had a thing for country singer Chris Ledoux and Steve teased her that if the opportunity arose, he’d watch Chris doin’ her, then he’d join in. Around that time in the conversation, Steve would explicitly detail what it’d be like to see another man sliding his c**k up Gemma’s ass while he f**ked her pu**y. It made them both hot. Then they’d head to bed, screw, and laugh it off afterward.
Except…Gemma had always wondered what it’d feel like to have two sets of male hands on her. Two men’s mouths kissing, licking, and teasing her hot spots. Two cocks filling her holes in a variety of ways. Her softer body sandwiched between strong, muscular, passionate masculine ones as they penetrated her. As they focused solely on her sexual pleasure.
She’d never been dissatisfied in her sexual life with Steve. After he’d died, her sex drive died too. She couldn’t get beyond the grief to think about one man touching her, let alone two men.
Now that she’d moved on, Cash more than satisfied her sexual desires; he understood them. Which is why he’d gone to so much trouble to set this up. What might seem like bizarre, scandalous behavior to others was actually incredibly…sweet. A loving gesture from a man she suspected hadn’t taken a lot of chances in his life to showcase his sweet, thoughtful side.
But Cash also realized in order for her to enjoy this fantasy, she’d have to be comfortable with the third player. He’d have to be a man she knew—and was attracted to.
Trevor Glanzer fit the bill, a good-looking cowboy who’d literally been trying to charm the pants off her for two years. The fact Trevor traveled here, willing to make both she and Cash happy, if only for one night, appealed to the wild woman in her. She’d been too scared to take the opportunity when it’d been offered to her in her younger years.
Well, she was older and wiser. No way was she letting the chance pass her by again.
A delicious shiver of anticipation rolled through her.
“Okay. But three things first.”
“Yeah?”
“No blindfold. Leave your hair unbraided. And the lights stay on.”
A slow, sexy smile lit up Cash’s face. “Whatever you want, Gem, tonight is for you.
Trevor and I will be right back.”
“Carter?”
He softly kissed Macie’s lips and tucked the covers under her chin. “Ssh. It’s okay.”
“Where are you going?”
“Out to the barn to work. I can’t seem to get to sleep.” He brushed his mouth over her forehead. “Sorry to wake you. Go back to sleep. You won’t even know I’m gone.”
“Mmm. Okay. Love you.”
Carter’s heart nearly burst out of his chest. “Love you too, darlin’.”
He whistled as he headed outside. He knew exactly what his paintings had been missing these last few weeks. Risky, but he’d toss the whole works he’d already done and start over.