site of that little pink teaser got Chase hard again. Hell, I might as well face it. Being hard is probably going to be a constant state of being for me around this woman.
"I woke up and the bed was empty. I blinked, and then I smelled the coffee."
"I see you found the clothes, too, sugar. My T-shirt never looked so good."
"A lot of the drawers are still empty." Carrie yawned around her statement.
Brian reached out and stroked her nape to ass, and Carrie purred like a sleepy little kitten.
Chase had already figured out she had no panties on. The shirt that had ended well above her knees when she had been standing in the doorway now hiked up to barely cover her sweet tush.
"Yes, we know. Feel free to bring some stuff over to put in those drawers. There's plenty of room for your things here, darlin'."
Carrie yawned again. "Are you asking me to move in?"
"Not yet, because we know you're not ready to make that big of a commitment." Chase ran his hand over her head. He loved the silky feel of her short, black hair. It felt softer than the most luxurious silk. "But we do hope you'll want to stay over sometimes, and we want you to be comfortable. We hope you'll feel free to leave things here so that you'll have what you need when you do."
She lay snuggled in his arms for a moment. Then she said, "Okay, I can do that. I'll want to go home after work tomorrow. Maybe I'll pack a bag."
One thing he could say for their woman, she didn't play games. He looked over at the clock on the microwave. "It's nearly three in the morning, Carrie. I think we should go back to bed now."
"Now you're talkin', cowboy."
Chase chuckled. "To sleep, sugar, not to make love again." He might call it fucking when they were doing it, because he liked to talk dirty, and judging by the reaction she'd had to it earlier, Carrie liked it, too. But he'd be damned if he referred to their intimacy as anything but what, in his heart and mind, it really was.
"Well, hell. I thought I could have some more loving." Then she sat up. "Oh, crap, I wasn't thinking. The two of you are ranchers, so you have to be up before dawn, don't you?"
"Not today, no," Chase said. "But you need more sleep." He stroked his thumb over the area just below her eyes. "You're lookin' a mite shadowy there, sugar. You need to rest."
"That's just one of the curses of the fair-skinned. Every little thing shows. If I was deeper toned, like the two of you, you wouldn't be able to see any fatigue on me at all." Carrie sighed, then laid her head back down on Chase's shoulder, right in that little indentation God gave men so that they could hold their woman - or their child.
He liked the feel of her head there a lot.
"That very well may be, sweet Carrie." Brian bent over and kissed her cheek. "But your men are rather insistent that you get a good night's sleep when you have to work the next day."
Brian had said the very thing he'd been thinking himself.
"My men. I think I like the sound of that."
She might claim she wasn't very tired, but her voice gave her away. "So do we, sugar."
Brian reached out and picked her up off his lap. "It's my turn to play Sir Galahad and carry our Carrie up the stairs to bed."
Carrie giggled, wrapped her arms around Brian's neck, and said, "I can walk, you know. I've been doing it for years."
"Of course you can," Chase agreed. He quickly got up, scooped the two coffee cups, and set them by the sink. Then he followed his brother and his lover, catching up with them at the base of the stairs. "Question is, why bother walking when you have two very willing attendants who're happy to give you a lift? Especially in the wee hours when you're a lot more exhausted than you want us to know."
When they entered the bedroom, Brian set their woman on the bed and said, "Scoot over to the middle, darlin'." Then he walked around to the other side. Before Chase turned out the light, he met his brother's gaze. They'd discuss how they could best take care of their woman in the morning. Brian nodded, and in that one gesture Chase read steely Benedict determination.
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