What She Wants (13 page)

"Are you going to be comfortable on the toilet?" She stripped off her tank top, turned the water on.

"I'll be fine, love." His fingers trailed down her spine.

She arched, she couldn't help it. Those callused fingers felt so good.

"Such soft skin." His accent was way heavier than Adrian's, and it was sexy as hell. He traced her ink, the touch making her hips rock a little. "So you like bubbles?" he asked.

"I love bubbles. Do you have bubble bath?"

"Uh-huh. Under the sink." His fingers traced the line of her hip.

"Oh, you rock..." She bent, trying not to blush too much as she gave Pack a show.

Pack moaned, the sound rough and genuine, and she felt better all of a sudden.

She found the bubble bath, grabbed it. Oh, strawberry. Yum. She poured in a generous amount in, laughing as the bubbles started to form.

"Smells good, huh?" she asked when he hummed for her. She'd almost forgotten he was there. Almost.

"It does. Smells like one of those slushie things. I always liked those."

"Next time I go get gas, I'll bring you home one." She slipped into the water, humming at the heat. "Oh, god."

Packer shifted on the pot, watching her. "I'd like that."

"Cherry or Coke flavored?" She stretched out, legs sliding together. Oh. Oh, that was nice.

"Cherry, luv. I like the fruity." Packer blinked, then laughed.

"Uh-huh. I heard that about you." She chuckled, muscles melted, toes wiggling. He did have a happy laugh.

"Imagine that. So what do you wash first, love?"

"Mmm?" She lifted one leg out, rubbing the bubbles in. She'd never really thought about it.

"Legs, then." Packer shifted again like he couldn't get comfy.

She sat up, a little worried. "You okay?"

"I'm just enjoying the show, luv." Packer glanced down at the zipper of his jeans, which he wore with one leg cut all the way to his thigh.

"Oh."

Of course, then his eyes landed on her -- on her breasts, with the suds and bubbles dripping off her hard nipples.

"Uh-huh. Wish I could come in, but there's this damned thing. Don't stop, though."

"No. I won't." She sank back into the water, hands sliding along her legs again. The water felt so good.

Pack's eyes on her felt better. He watched her every move like she was the most tantalizing thing on earth, licking his lips occasionally. She touched up her legs with the razor, thankful there wasn't much, because hotness aside, sasquatch legs weren't sexy.

Packer just hummed a tuneless little song.

Calleigh closed her eyes, pretended that she was home, wanting, that she was alone and slick and naked. That was the only way she could do it and not feel silly. Really.

Until Packer started talking. "I told you Adrian used to tell me about this, yeah? About when he broke his arms?"

She nodded. "He was miserable and he couldn't touch. I sucked him a lot, spent a lot of personal time with my vibrator."

"Mmm. He told me about how he snuck in and watched you in the shower. You had a massaging shower head."

Her eyes flew open. "He told you that?" She blushed dark, bit her bottom lip. She'd been so hot she couldn't not.

"He did. In loving detail. He was very fond of the way you went up on tiptoes. Said it made your tits push up like Heaven." Packer was grinning, hungry and feral, his hard face looking predatory as hell.

One of her hands slipped between her legs, the bubbles hiding the motion. "He is a breast man."

"He is. He loves yours. Says they're perfect for his hands."

It made her feel like a million dollars, knowing that Adrian talked about her, about wanting her. "What about you? Are you an ass man?" She winked over.

"I like all the parts." Packer chuckled, the sound like more warm water sliding over her. "I like your legs, luv. Your tits. I like your butt, too, but I admit that Adrian has you there."

She rolled her eyes, not offended in the least. Adrian had a fine ass, but if you were into male ones, hers most certainly wasn't. "Adrian's got a tight little tush."

"It's what he can do with it that's amazing." Packer arched a dark brow. "You stopped scrubbing."

"Did I?" She laughed and let one hand slide up over her belly, the other still sliding through her curls. She'd shave again for Adrian, when he got back.

"Mmm. Better." Packer reached down with his good hand, opening his jeans.

Calleigh nodded, legs moving restlessly as her fingers slid lower, circled her clit. She could see Packer's nose twitch, could see his hips rolling. He was so damned responsive. The hand at her breast slid up, fingers starting to tease one of her nipples, tug hard enough that she felt it in her belly.

"God, luv. Look at you."

No. No, she'd rather look at him, so she did. He was pure sex, cock hard and dark, pushing out into his hand. Calleigh moaned, licked her lips, and tugged again, her nipple aching so good.

Packer panted for her, his body moving as much as it could, restlessly.

"You..." God, she wanted to fuck. Her fingers worked harder, faster, her toes pushing on the bottom of the tub.

"So pretty. Goddamn, love. Adrian needs to come home so I can watch him fuck you."

She whimpered and nodded, her body sliding in the water. She was burning alive.

Packer's cast clunked against the sink cabinet a little when he lifted his hips to get his jeans down farther. "Calleigh."

"Want you, Pack." She pinched a little harder, rubbed a little faster, her body aching.

"Want you, too, love. So bad. Love to see you all wet and pretty like this."

She propped one leg up, bearing down on her fingers, the water sloshing.

"Oh, god. You. Please, luv. Need to see you come,” he said, panting.

"Packer..." She dipped her chin, breath huffing out of her as she came, shaking and moving on her own hand.

A low moan was Packer's response, and she could smell him when he came, right there. For her.

She came down off her high, licking her lips, muscles loose and lazy.

Packer was slumped back against the tank of the toilet, eyes crossed a little. "Whoa."

"Uh-huh." She rinsed off a little, sat up, water dripping off her.

Packer grinned at her, looking tired, but happy. "Adrian was right. I'm surprised the water's not boiling."

"Listen to you." God, that made her all tingly.

"It's the truth, luv." He tucked his cock back in his pants, patting it into a place with a move so intrinsically male that it made her grin.

"Let me wash my hair and I'll help you get settled. You want to watch a movie tonight?"

"That sounds good. Do we have popcorn?" She noticed he didn't try to get up.

"We do. What movie?" She stood up, pulled the plug, then started the shower.

"Oh, I dunno. Nothing chick flick."

She leaned back into the spray, wetting her hair as she chuckled. "Spoil sport." She hated click flicks.

"Uh-huh. Adrian also told me about how much you love the Rocky movies."

"He's telling tales out of school." She soaped up, lather building between her fingers.

"Is he? So his favorite movie isn't
Groundhog Day
?" He laughed. “I know you, luv. I just never got to meet you much."

"His favorite Bill Murray movie is
Groundhog Day
, but he's a secret
Tank Girl
lover."

"No shit?" That got her a raised brow. "Now, that I didn't know. Sneaky monkey."

She chuckled, leaned back to rinse off. "Uh-huh. Me? I love monster movies -- not serial killers or anything, but monsters."

"Then we should watch something monster.
Godzilla
."

"Yeah? You don't mind?" She rinsed off the rest of the soap, grabbed a towel.

"Not a bit. I love scary, rar." As soon as she dried off, he held up his good hand. "Easy on me, now."

She stood between his legs, bare naked, leaning down to help him up.

"Thanks." He tottered a moment, leaning on her, then straightened up. "I'm gonna hit the sofa."

"You want to..." She pinked. "You'd be more comfortable on your bed; we could watch in there." Cuddle, maybe.

"Oh." He brightened, that amazing smile right there. "Yeah. We could snuggle up."

"Yeah." She leaned up, kissed his jaw. "I'll get Cokes and popcorn. Well, after I grab a nightie."

"Oh, now. That's sad. A nightie." He winked, but let her ease him down on the bed and prop him up, his jaw only clenching a little.

"Be good or I'll steal a T-shirt. That makes Adrian crazy." She got the pillows settled around him.

"I have a... what do you call them? Tank top? You'd look ace in that."

"Is it soft?" He nodded and pointed and she dug one out. It was butter-soft, and didn't leave anything to the imagination, but long enough that her butt was all covered, so it worked. The expression on Packer's face was worth it, too. He admired the look with a purely wolfish smile.

"I'll go grab our popcorn and drinks." She tossed him the remote.

"Thanks, luv. You're tops."

It was like the more he was away from cowboys, the more Aussie he became.

Her phone was blinking when she went back to the kitchen, Adrian's text showing up. "Miss U. Give P a show 4 me."

She popped the popcorn in the microwave, grabbed two Cokes and typed back, "Anytime, Ades."

Adrian was dragging ass. The flight had been delayed a thousand fucking hours and he'd gotten in at three a.m. He'd called Calleigh at nine and told her not to bother coming to get him; he would take a shuttle. No sense in all of them being awake at the ass crack of dawn.

He let himself into Packer's house, the front room more familiar than the one he'd lived in with Calleigh. How messed up was that?

He headed into the kitchen, smiling at the smell of fresh coffee, the note on the counter under a plate with a piece of cake wrapped up on it. He knew there'd be a sandwich in the fridge, too, and that the note said, ''wake me up when you get home."

He poured some coffee and unwrapped the cake. Life was short. Dessert first.

"Mmm." A soft, warm body pressed against him, hands sliding around his belly. "Ades. You're here."

Her breasts flattened against his back, her lips on his shoulder, and Adrian moaned a little. "Hey, baby girl. You feel good."

"Uh-huh." She snuggled, hands exploring him. "Missed you."

"I missed you, too." He had. He'd missed her like a sore tooth.

"Good." She worked his T-shirt out of his jeans.

"Yeah?" Hello. Someone was more than just missing him. Someone was wanting.

"Uh-huh. This okay?" She was like fire behind him.

"Yeah, baby. More than." He loved how she could take charge sometimes, how she took what she wanted. It sure had sparked their relationship again, her hunting him down.

"Oh, good. I need to feel you." One hand slid up, fingers teasing his nipple, the other cupped his cock.

"I need you too. Been so long since anyone touched me." He chuckled. "Well, Cotton helped me get the crayfish Landon put down my trousers."

Her laughter tickled his skin. "I want you to fuck me, Ades. The vibrator is fun, but I need a real cock." Filthy mouthed girl.

"Well, come around here. I can't get to you back there." He tugged at her.

She slipped around, her hair all wild around her, sweet, curvy body dressed in one of Packer's shirts. Oh, fuck yeah.

He loved that look, spent a moment admiring. Then he took it off. He wanted her bare. She let him, then started working his jeans open, bottom lip caught between her teeth. Sweet woman. She loved to undress him. She'd said it was like unwrapping a present.

He reached out, fingers smoothing her hair, tangling the littlest bit in the softness of it.

She glanced up at him from under her lashes, and Adrian smiled. "So pretty, baby."

She worked his jeans open, hands smoothing them and his briefs down past his ass. "Love you, Ades." She slid down, lips wrapping around his cock, just like that.

"Calleigh! Oh, god." His hands really tangled up in her hair, but Adrian didn't push. He let her do her thing, his hips rocking back and forth.

She moaned for him, around his prick. God, she knew how to get to him. Adrian spread his legs as much as he could, bracing on the kitchen counter. His hand barely missed smashing his cake. Fuck, her mouth. So hungry, taking him in, making his balls ache.

"Sweet. So hot, so good."

She brought him to the edge, then backed off, breathing hard. "Need you, now. 'kay?"

"Uh-huh. Get up here." He pulled her up, spinning them so her back was to the kitchen counter. He lifted her, stepping between her thighs.

She helped him out, hopping up and wrapping her legs around his hips. Thank god his girl was in shape.

He put her on the counter and rubbed against her, his cock finding her easily. She was wet for him, so hot. She nodded, leaned back a little so he could look down the front of her -- hard nipples, flat belly with the little ring, sweet bright red curls. She was a sight. Enough to make a man moan and twist. He pushed up, moving her so his cock prodded at her entrance.

She scooted closer, her wet folds slipping over him, driving him crazy. Adrian lifted her a tiny bit more, then pulled her down. Yes. He was inside her.

"Ades!" Her heels dug into his ass, her nails into his shoulder.

"That's it, baby girl. Let's ride." She had good leverage, and they got going fast.

"Oh, fuck. Fuck, Ades. So fucking good." He loved how she loved to fuck, loved how she gave it up to him.

She bounced, and he shifted so he could hold her ass with one hand, his other sliding up around her belly to her breasts. Yeah. Soft and sweet.

"Mmm." She arched, one hand landing on the counter behind her.

"Uh-huh. Love your skin." He could eat her up.

"Love your cock, Ades. Please. Harder." Demanding girl.

He was happy to oblige, though. He moved faster, harder, really giving it to her. His hips tilted, his ass clenching as he thrust.

He could feel her orgasm around his cock, see the flush climbing up her belly.

"Fuck." Adrian moaned, the weeks alone on the road catching up with him all at once, his breath whooshing out as he came.

"Oh. Oh, fuck yeah." Calleigh's breath hitched, and she shook a little.

Adrian panted, his legs shaking . "Love that, baby girl."

"Mmm. Glad you're home." She slid off him, staying close.

"Me, too." Adrian looped an arm around her, kicking the clothes off his one foot. He grabbed his cake with the other hand. "Couch?"

She scooped up a bite of frosting. "Bed."

"Yeah? I wouldn't want to wake Pack." But he went. He needed to see Packer, too.

"He's sleeping hard." She led him into the room, into the big bed.

Packer sure was sleeping hard, propped up so the collarbone and leg had support. There was still room for all of them.

Calleigh disappeared into the bathroom while he got settled, careful in the spot that Calleigh'd left.

"Adrian?" Packer's eyes opened, the man blinking slow. "Hey, Chook."

"Hey, mate. You're a sight for sore eyes." He leaned up, took a slow kiss.

Packer hummed, kissed him back, one hand coming up behind his head.

"Mmm. Pack." Oh, he was a lucky bugger. First his baby girl, now his best mate.

"Taste like cake." Packer laughed. "Calleigh makes good tea and cake, huh?"

"She does."

Calleigh came out with a warm washrag to clean himself up. "You want a piece, Pack? There's more."

"Don't go off just for me." Packer stroked Adrian's hair. "I'll have a bite of the Chook's."

Adrian nodded. "Come here, baby girl." He patted the bed. "We'll all share."

Calleigh smiled at them, sliding into the bed, easy as pie. Packer made this happy noise, and God it was good to have them both.

"Mmm." Calleigh settled behind him, curled against his back, hand on his belly.

"Love you. Love being home." He snuggled, Packer's hand sliding over his shoulder.

"Chook. We missed you."

He felt Calleigh's nod against his back.

"Did you. Did you talk about me all night?" He grinned when they both pinched him.

"We pined." Calleigh's laugh made him happy.

"Oh, I like pining. That sounds fine."

Packer rolled his eyes, hand slipping back to touch Calleigh for a second.

"What, mate? I need to know I'm loved." Adrian laughed because they were poking him in concert.

"Listen to you." Calleigh goosed him again. "Eat your cake so we can all get some sleep. I have to get up and help feed in the morning."

"Domestic woman. What do you know about feeding?" Calleigh was a city girl, he was pretty sure.

"I'm not stupid, Ades." She smacked his ass, hard. "Rob showed me what to do. He's off tomorrow and the next day."

"Mmm." He wiggled a little, just to show her how much he appreciated that.

"Slut." Her hand reached down, cupped his balls and tugged.

His eyes rolled, his body reacting like he'd had a long dry spell, which he had. "Uh-huh."

Packer made a great noise, amused and horny. "Good thing you're cute."

"And I rode him hard, too." Calleigh's hand was wicked smart on him.

"Did you, love? Well, now, Chook. She can flat wear a man out."

"Has she been good to you, mate?" He wasn't jealous, more sad he'd missed it.

"She has." Packer patted his hip. "We figured it."

"Mmmhmm." Her hand was still moving, rubbing him up and down, the touch sure and steady.

Adrian gritted his teeth, pushing into her hand, which rubbed him against Packer. "Oh, god."

"Wanting man." Calleigh's nipples teased his back, Packer's strength his front.

"I know, I know." He wasn't ashamed of it, either.

Packer chuckled, good leg moving against him. Jesus, it was hot, being caught between them. He knew they couldn't do all the acrobatic things he had in mind, but it didn't matter. Packer and Calleigh were warm and there and ready to touch.

Besides that, he was bone-tired and Packer's mouth was like liquid sex, with Calleigh's hands slowly making him insane. Packer kissed him again and again, tongue pushing in, telling him all sorts of secrets. His Packer smelled like Calleigh's soap.

God. He was feeling warm and wanted, maybe a little pampered.

Calleigh kept stroking him, Packer kept his mouth busy, and Adrian let himself sink into it. He moaned, shifting, getting more skin, more touches. More kisses.

"Love you, Ades." Lips teased the curve of his ear.

"Baby." He bucked, needing more. His hands searched for skin.

He found Packer, the warm, fuzzy body solid under his palm. Yeah. Yeah, feel that. Hot and good, and Calleigh was soft and sweet behind him. He rocked back and forth.

"Gonna come again, Ades? Gonna shoot and then sleep with us?"

"Yeah. Yeah. I need to." He rubbed and pushed and his balls drew up and Adrian bit Packer, just a bit on the upper arm.

Calleigh's free hand slid down his crease, fingertips teasing his hole.

Packer chuckled when he groaned. "She has such good hands, Chook. Let it happen."

"You been... been having her touch?" Lucky fucker.

"Some, yeah. Come on, Chook." Packer took his mouth, making him want to scream.

Then the tip of Calleigh's finger pressed inside him, stroking him just enough to make his fucking toes curl.

Adrian came so hard his teeth rattled, his come spreading over Packer's skin.

"Mmm. Chook. Been missing that." Packer rubbed him right in, even as Calleigh drew the blankets up over them.

"I missed you. Both of you." He wanted to say more, but he was so sleepy. His eyelids were so heavy.

"Mmm. Love you, Ades. See you in the morning..." Calleigh cuddled in, sighing softly.

"Love you, baby girl. Night..." He dropped off, surrounded by the people he loved the most.

Finally.

***

Packer woke up stiff and hot, but once he realized that Adrian was there, he relaxed. Not that he'd minded waking up with Calleigh. No, sir. They just hadn't gotten past the point of not knowing how the other would wake up, yet. Adrian he could poke with impunity.

"Chook. I got to pee."

"Well, then, go. I ain't holding your pecker."

"I can't get up." He was in that bed chair thing, and he had come all over his belly...

Calleigh's laughter was soft, and he looked over. She was up, dressed, shit, she'd probably worked for three hours already. "Come on, Pack. I'll help you. Ades, shift your ass."

"Thanks, luv." He really did love how Calleigh took charge of things sometimes. It was a quality he admired.

She grabbed him and got him moving, patting him on the ass. Packer chuckled, clumping to the loo, and he heard Adrian grunt. Maybe she'd poked him, too.

He did his business, brushed his teeth and all, the scent of coffee making him smile.

"Here's a cup, Pack."

"Thanks, luv." He was fresher now and felt like he could give her a kiss. He did love a soft, warm set of curves against him. He kissed her nice and slow, his good hand going down to her butt. He needed some good morning. Her sweet arse pressed into his hand, rubbing in a little circle.

"Hello, luv." He grinned before he kissed her again.

"You two are starting without me!" Adrian came in, bumping Calleigh on the way.

"Oi. You wanted to sleep in." He wasn't going to let Adrian get off easy.

"You're both lazy." Calleigh's voice teased them both.

"Uh-huh. We're men." He was happy all of a sudden, even if he was still all gimpy.

"You don't say..." Calleigh's fingers just teased his balls.

"I do." His voice might have gone up an octave.

Calleigh's husky laugh made him ache.

Adrian moved in closer, all three of them touching, swaying together. Adrian's hand slid over his ass, stroking in a lazy circle.