Page 95 of What We May Be

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Six months later…

“Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go!” Charlie clapped her hands as she stood in the doorway of their bedroom at the beach house. It was technically their second home now—their condo in DC their primary legal residence—but this house would always be home. And Charlie would be spending every spare weekend and holiday she could get off work here once her niece was born next month.

And the two naked men tangled in the bed together would be with her. Always.

Trevor rolled onto his back and threw an arm over his face, groaning dramatically. “Why is she screaming at us at seven in the morning?”

“That whole leader of the pack thing went to her head.” Sean rolled with him, draped across his side and chest. “Think we could sneak out? Head back to DC?”

“We should’ve kept the apartment,” Trevor said, referring to the apartment she and Trevor had rented for all of two months before moving into Sean’s penthouse condo in the Paxton Building. “Used it as a hideaway.”

“She’s FBI. She would’ve found us.”

“And if I couldn’t, Marsh would.” She stepped to the end of the bed, hands on her hips under the hem of Trevor’s T-shirt she’d grabbed on the way to the kitchen to start the coffee. “My little sister is getting married tonight.” She pointed to the beach outside the window. “Right out there. We’re hosting. There’s a mile long list of things to do, which involves you two cooking and me going to the airport to pick up Marie and Marsh. And Rachel will be here in an hour to coordinate the rest of the deliveries. And there’s something else we have to do before all of that.”

“Sex?” Sean offered as he cupped Trevor’s balls.

She clapped louder. “Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go!”

Trevor laughed out loud even has he arched his back. “You second-guessing that whole married and moved-in-together thing?”

Sean shrugged and smirked over his shoulder at her. “Little late now.”

Charlie blew him a kiss, amused as always by their antics. Sean kept them from ever being too serious, and they needed that, more than ever now. Her job was far from easy, but it was good work. Trevor was dealing with departmental politics as usual, but he loved his students and loved DC. And Sean was working long hours as the head of Paxton. But each night they found their way home to each other, laughing and loving.

Using the distraction, Trevor tumbled Sean onto his back, pinned his hands to the mattress, and demanded a kiss. As Charlie watched them grapple, heat licked at the heels of humor, the match already lit by Sean’s earlier fondling.

“Oh, is that how it is?” Trevor rumbled.

If he kept rolling his hips and talking in that sexy voice, they were definitely not getting out of bed. “Trevor Caldwell Henby!” she snapped. “Get your ass out of the bed.”

“Hey!” He jerked half-around, now the one looking over his shoulder. “Why am I the bad guy? He’s the one with his hand around our dicks.” He pointed down, and Charlie was sure it wasn’t a lie. “Come see.”

“Is that so Henby-Paxton? Is it your fault our husband won’t get out of bed on the day of his sister-in-law’s wedding?”

Sean shifted his torso enough to grin at her from under Trevor. “We’re trying to get you back into bed too, Agent Henby.”

When Trevor’s sexy smile joined the battle, she surrendered, rolling her eyes as she stripped off the shirt. “Fine, I’m just going to have to come up there and fuck both of you.”

Sean snickered. “That’s the kind of leader we want.”

She kicked off her underwear, opened the drawer at the end of the bed, and retrieved her favorite toy and lube. She tossed them onto the bed, climbed on, and knee-walked herself up the mattress. Knees on either side of Sean’s thighs, she notched herself against Trevor’s back.

Trevor relaxed against her with a sigh. “Morning, honey.”

“Morning, babe.” She stole a quick kiss, then peered over his shoulder, and sure enough, their husband had his hand around both his and Trevor’s dicks. She winked at Sean. “Good morning to you too.”

He winked back. “We’re getting there.”

Chuckling, she opened the bottle of lube and squirted a generous amount into Sean’s open hand. He fisted Trevor again and both her men groaned as their cocks slid more easily together, rocking hard enough to move her too. Heat and wetness arrowed south, pooling hot and heavy between her legs. “Getting there faster now,” she teased.

Trevor licked and kissed the underside of her jaw, thrusting harder. “Fuck, baby, you both feel so good.”

She tossed the bottle aside, then reached an arm around Trevor’s chest, holding him to her, teasing the nipple she could reach. She lowered her other hand between her legs, two fingers skirting either side of her clit, teasing herself, before diving deep into her own heat, opening herself up. She nipped at Trevor’s ear. “For your sass this morning, I’m getting your ass.”

Sean growled beneath them. “And I get his dick.”

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