was so sweet, it came with tears. Someone else might have been freaked out by them, but when they burst from my eyes, Jarret leaned over and kissed them off my face, murmuring sweet nothings when he did. When he came inside me, it just cemented the moment, the need, the owning of each other the way that we did.
His smile as he adored me with his eyes was slow. “You are everything.”
He pulled out of me slowly and planted one long, wet, beautiful kiss on my lips before he moved off me entirely. I was tugged back into Preston’s embrace. He kissed the top of my head as Jarret climbed in next to me on the other side.
“He’s right,” Preston kissed my temple. “You are everything.”
I needed to catch my breath. “Just give me a second.”
“There’s no rush, Mac.” He ran a hand through my hair. “None whatsoever. We’re just going to lie here for a second.”
It was funny, really. I’d never given that much thought to what a ménage encounter would be like. It hadn’t really been on my radar as I’d gone through life. But I guessed I thought it would be a lot of throwing each other around and rushing through things. They were holding me now like we had nowhere to go, and Preston still hadn’t really gotten to do anything at all yet.
I lifted my head to kiss him, and he met me lips to lips. His were soft, and he sighed against me when I made the contact. “Everything he said?” Pres whispered. “Count me in on that, too. You know I won’t be able to say it as pretty as he did.”
Jarret laughed. “You make yourself understood just fine.”
Preston shoved him lightly on the shoulder. “Funny.”
I smiled into Preston’s shoulder before I climbed on top of him. He was still fully clothed, but I straddled him just the same. I was sweaty and messy. He was going to have to change his clothes. I doubted he’d care.
I leaned over to kiss him, brushing my nose over his chin and cheeks before I did, just so I could really breathe him in. “He’s right, you know, Preston. You make yourself understood perfectly well. And I love what you say.”
Not tired or languid anymore, I kissed him hard. Preston needed to be shown just how much I valued him, and I was glad to do that anytime, anywhere. That thought struck me. I would do it any place he wanted. My smile was fast. There was something sort of fantastic about realizing I was that kind of person. I might not have as many boundaries as I’d previously imagined.
A whole new MacKenzie Harper. Or maybe I was being ridiculous and I should just make love to Preston and not overthink this.
“I want your clothes off, Mr. Harper.” There, I’d called him Harper and resisted the urge to say Lejeune. His smile was huge and told me he’d noticed.
He ran a hand through his hair. “Sure. Because you got the name right.”
I winked at him. “Is that the only reason?”
Running my hands over his chest—I loved his strong muscles—I massaged the mark that made him mine.
“Maybe that isn’t the only reason. Maybe there are many.” He kissed my neck. “Mac, I’m going to need you to get off my lap if you want me to strip off my pants.”
That was a good point. I dramatically sighed and rolled off him onto the bed, which put me right next to Jarret. I stared at him for a long second. He had his eyes closed but he wasn’t sleeping, more like he was lying there with contentment.
He opened his eyes and winked at me. “It does take getting naked to have sex.”
I laughed just as Preston pulled me back over him. “Now, where were we?”
Okay. We weren’t the smoothest crew to ever have sex like this, but I wouldn’t trade these laughing moments for anything in the world. There was such joy in being with them in this uncomfortable bed while we made this up as we went along. I knew I’d never forget it, and even if it would never find its way into some how-to book on group sex, I’d take these moments over anything else in the world.
He was hard, and I was more than ready. I sat up higher, but just so I could fit him inside of me before I pressed down. He cried out, making the best gasp I’d ever heard.