Coming Clean by Inez Kelley

did; it was enough that she knew.
    Through her musings, she washed her hair, shaved her legs and let her worries slip away. When the time was right, Grant would approach the idea, and then the triangle would be complete. She drained and rinsed the tub, wrapped herself in a fluffy bathsheet and plugged in her hair dryer. Over the whining drone, she heard the bedroom door open and saw the lamp flick on. The game must have ended.
    She smoothed thick, creamy mandarin body lotion into her skin then flipped off the bathroom light. Grant had shed his T-shirt and pulled the comforter down. He was randomly tossing decorative pillows into the corner. He hated those things and did the same thing every night. He turned and crooked his finger at her with a naughty smile.
    Sliding her arms around his neck, she nuzzled his jaw. “Cade go to bed?”
    “He’s ready to,” Grant purred, kissing her brow. His rough hands rasped on the towel covering her ass.
    “Did you turn on the automatic timers for when we’re gone? And the motion lights?”
    “Mmm,” he murmured against her skin. “Everything is turned on.”
    “Did you lock the front door?”
    “Yes, dear.” Cade’s voice whispered along her nape the same instant a second set of hands cupped her breasts from behind. She gasped, shock stiffening her spine.
    “Shhh,” Grant soothed. “Isn’t this what you wanted?”
    “Yes.” Her voice was too breathy, too soft, but his smile told her he’d heard. “I just thought…A little warning would’ve been nice.”
    “Hey Viv,” Cade teased, kissing her shoulder. “Fair warning. We’re both going to make love to you.”
    They had to feel her heart pounding. Sandwiched between both hard, hot bodies, her bones melted and she sagged. They held her up. The smooth skin of Cade’s bare chest glided against her back in a warm ribbon. Grant’s chest hair tickled the upper curves of her breasts. Growing erections pressed into her belly and her ass. Grant kissed her mouth, his tongue licking at her lips in light strokes. Cade kissed her shoulder, his thumbs circling her hardening nipples. A shudder gripped her spine, and a hot wave of moisture coated her pussy lips.
    “Now’s the time to say stop, babe.” She couldn’t speak but shook her head. Grant wanted more. “Words, Vivi. Give us the words so there’s no confusion.”
    “Don’t stop.”
    Familiar yet skewed sensations rushed her. She was used to feeling Grant’s touch, his kiss, but coupled with Cade’s, her perception blurred. Who was touching where? Did it matter?
    She pulled one trembling arm from Grant’s neck and slid her fingers into Cade’s soft hair. His lips traced the outside of her ear. “Just enjoy, Viv. Let us please you.”
    Grant’s hands skimmed from her ass, up her sides to untuck the towel around her breasts. He looked deep into her eyes, checking for permission. She smiled and he let the towel fall to the floor.
    No fantasy could have prepared her for four large male hands touching her bare skin. Her eyes closed in abandonment. Lips and fingers danced over her, and she didn’t know or care who did what. The world outside slipped away until nothing existed except the sensual circle in her bedroom, a circle with three intertwined rings.
    Firm hands cradled her cheeks and she opened her eyes to stare deep into Grant’s. I love you . His lips moved but no sound came. Her mouth repeated the vow. He took her hand and stepped closer to the bed, leading her. Cade took her other, urging her forward. She eagerly climbed to the king-sized mattress and reclined on the pillows. Two sets of eyes shone with fiery lust, and she greedily let her gaze slide over each man.
    Dark and light, they were polar opposites. Two perfectly toned bodies on far ends of the masculine beauty spectrum. Grant, tall, dark and chiseled from the stubbornest rock around, had swarthy skin that screamed his Italian heritage. Beside him, Cade seemed golden, a fallen angel with an