A Question of Trust by Jess Dee Page B

oblivion of sleep.
    Behind her, Gabe shifted and snored. His arm tightened reflexively, pulling her back flush against his chest. She cuddled into him, enjoying his warmth.
    Connor smiled. “Never fails to amaze me how he can lose consciousness like that. My mind is buzzing. No way I could sleep now.”
    Maddie smiled back. They lay on their sides facing each other. “Same here. I have a million thoughts racing through my head.”
    Connor reached over and tenderly ran his thumb over her cheek. “Want to share them?”
    She frowned. Could she voice her thoughts, her questions out loud? Sure, they’d just shared an intensely personal experience, but did that give her the right to probe into his life, his psyche? Did that give her the right to expose her own?
    “I do,” she admitted. “But I don’t want to pry and anything I say now would be a question.” Either that, or admit to the plethora of unexpected emotion twirling in her belly.
    He smiled wryly. “It’s a bit late to clam up on me, wouldn’t you say?”
    Oh, she’d say. “Okay, then, I’m curious,” she confessed. “About you and Gabe.”
    “You want to know about our threesomes.”
    “Is it that obvious?” Were the rest of her thoughts that obvious?
    “You’ve just had sex with both of us, Maddie, at the same time. I’m guessing it’s a first for you. You know it’s not for Gabe and me. You want to know more.”
    She nodded. “Do you mind?”
    “That depends on the questions. Ask away. If I’m not comfortable answering I’ll let you know.”
    She nodded. That was fair enough. “Mind if I start with the one that baffles me the most?”
    “’Course not.”
    “See, I don’t get how two men, best friends at that, could gain mutual satisfaction from one woman at the same time without wanting to kill each other in the process. Or compete for possession.” Weren’t men territorial by nature? Didn’t they protect what was theirs—fiercely? “Do you and Gabe truly feel comfortable sharing one woman?”
    Connor nodded. “We do. I know. It seems weird, but there are times, with the right woman, when sharing isn’t just fun. It intensifies the pleasure dramatically.” His voice deepened. “You noticed that, didn’t you?”
    She did. The experience had been so profound because it wasn’t just her and Gabe. Connor’s presence had increased the pleasure and the emotion exponentially. “Yes. Having both of you inside me at the same time…it was…powerful. In the extreme.”
    “For us too, sweetheart. But it’s not just the sex itself. Watching you masturbate on Gabe’s dick? Fuck Maddie, that was about the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
    The appreciation evident in Connor’s face stopped any embarrassment his comment might have provoked. “But, it was Gabe’s dick, not yours. Wouldn’t you have preferred it if it were you? Uh, your dick?” Would she have preferred it?
    His eyes gleamed. “I would have loved it if it was my dick,” he said in a voice that sent a billion goose bumps scuttling over her skin. “But if you’d done that with me I wouldn’t have been able to see a damn thing. The very act of watching you—Christ, it’s making me hard just thinking about it.”
    “Down, boy,” she teased. “I don’t have the strength for anything more right now.” Her joke was all bravado and brave front. Watching him watching her had not only made her belly lurch. It had made her heart flutter too.
    “Know what? I don’t think I do either.” He grinned. “You wiped me out, Maddie.” Then he added as though as an afterthought, “Me and Gabe both.”
    Somewhere between her legs something flickered. “You’re distracting me,” she chided. “I haven’t finished asking my questions.”
    “Sorry. I’ll behave,” he promised.
    The light in his eyes made Maddie wish he wouldn’t. “How did it start? How did you know you’d enjoy a…ménage?”
    “Physiology, my dear. Eighteen-year-old boys will enjoy anything,