Winners by Allyson Young Page A

“I don’t want explicit
details. Just want you to tell me, come to me if you have any problems or
issues you can’t work out with your guys. I’ll do anything to help you out.”
    Sin’s eyes lit up, and she nodded.
“I will. Not that I expect any. I mean … we communicate a lot. We have to. A
threesome is new to me if not to them, and despite us living together when we
were younger, there’s still lots to learn. Between adults and all. There’s things I…”
    As Sinclair petered off Candy bit
back a snicker. It was glorious not to feel one iota of envy. Reece was back,
and in her bed—his bed, actually—and all was right in her world.
    “Do you want some help?” Her friend
gestured toward the kitchen, and as if on cue, a savory hint of dinner wafted
into the room.
    “Nope. Reece got everything ready this morning, and all I had to do was put it in the
oven per his instructions. I set the table already.”
    “You got yourself a man who cooks. And in the kitchen, too.” Sinclair wiggled her eyebrows in a
poor imitation of Candy’s earlier attempt, and once again they cracked up.
    When she could speak again,
extremely amused at her friend’s sexual innuendo, and reflecting how hot sex
with two experienced men could change a person, especially when that hot sex
involved love and total commitment, she said, “Oh, Reece definitely has the
market cornered when it comes to having all kinds of skills.”
      Before Sinclair could respond, a low, sexy drawl interrupted them. “Girl talk ?”
    “Reece!” Candy flew into his arms, relishing the way they closed around her, all sinew
and muscle, holding her close against his broad, well-developed chest. He
smelled like Reece—healthy male sweat, and hints of his soap. Her whole body
thrilled, and she unkindly wished Sinclair hadn’t come over early to help get
dinner ready. You asked her, twit. She
didn’t deliberately cock block. Or was that puss block?
    As if reading her mind, her friend
eased past them and headed toward the kitchen, calling back over her shoulder.
“I’ll check on dinner. Open the wine and stuff. Craig and Ash will soon be
here.”
    One of Reece’s big hands released
its hold, and his arm relaxed. The bedroom door shut, and then both of those
hands were under her robe, tugging it open, freeing her bra and finally cupping
her breasts in that oh-so-familiar, yet deliciously new manner.
    “Thought about
these all day, pushing paper and dealing with all that administrative crap.” His voice was husky with desire, and she tipped her head back for his kiss. As
always, his touch drove everything else out of her head, a welcome change from
continually being on her guard against him.
    When he broke the lip lock and she
could take a full breath, she teased, “Thought only about those ?”
    With a sexy laugh, Reece responded,
“The whole package.”
    She ran a hand over his jaw. “Craig
and Ash will be here soon. You gonna shave?”
    “I thought you liked my scruff.”
    The memory of his whiskers against
the soft skin of her inner thighs made her shiver in an entirely palatable way.
“Leave it,” she ordered.
    “Yes, ma’am.” His dry acceptance brought color back to her cheeks. She could feel the heat. Reece
gave the orders in the bedroom, and she loved it. It was when he overstepped
outside of the sexual intimacy that she tended to bristle.
    Freeing herself from his hold, she
stepped to the closet where her dress hung, a modest little number in a pretty
shade of blue. As she hooked up her bra, she felt Reece watching her every move
and gave her hips a little extra sway.
    “Asking for it, darlin ’.”
    “Always.” And she slipped on the dress before toeing into the matching heels, then eased past him and out the bedroom door. The tension
would build for the rest of the evening, and culminate in another round of hot,
exciting sex with their brand of kink. He might smack her ass for teasing him.
Lord, she loved the man. And not just for