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Our mouths were melded together, tongues swirling, breathing in one another's breaths. My skin felt flushed with the passionate heat that roiled between us like flames from a fire.
I couldn't stop now. I pressed myself up against him harder, as his hips swiveled against me; his hard cock beneath his jeans rubbed just the right spot, bringing my sweet orgasm to fruition.
I moaned against his lips as I came, trembling from the release that I hadn't had for such a long time, and loving the fact that it was Cain who had given it to me.
In that moment, I didn't feel as if it were wrong. I didn't stop to analyze it, or to even feel guilty about it, because it had nothing to do with anyone other than Cain and me.
Once my orgasm had subsided, I wasn't sure what to do.
I mean, it was kind of a conundrum. I'd gotten mine; he hadn't gotten his and to be honest, there wasn't anything further I was prepared to do to resolve that because of…Eli.
Finally, a bit of shame had sunk in. I moved out from underneath him, not really wanting to talk about it, or anything.
"I need to get to bed, Cain," I said, not really looking at him. I started to get up from the sofa, but he hauled me back down.
"You knew that this was bound to happen, didn't you?"
I was confused. I mean, I'd never planned on this happening, and since it had, I was now feeling like it was definitely kind of…wrong.
"I never meant for it to," I murmured like a repentant adolescent. "I don't want anything to come between you and Eli."
"It doesn't have to," he replied, taking a lock of my hair, and putting it behind my ear. "It can be about all of us."
"What?" I asked; the confusion very evident on my face.
"We have a unique situation," he commented, "But it's not insurmountable, babe. And it's not all that uncommon, given the right circumstances," he finished.
"Are you suggesting…uh," I stammered, looking for the right words.
"A threesome?" he offered.
I nodded my head.
"A threesome is an event," he replied. "I'm looking for much more than that, Paige."
"I can't think about any of this now, Cain. It doesn't…feel right to me."
"You go on to bed, and we'll talk about this another time, once you've had a chance to examine your feelings about me…and about Eli."
Eli? Eli couldn't possibly…
"Goodnight," I replied, not wanting to look back at him as I rose from the couch and hurried off to my room.
Much later, I was still lying awake in my room, thoughts and pieces of uncertainty and confusion taking up residence in my brain so that sleep wasn't an option.
From down the hall, I could hear the sounds from their room. I'd heard them before, but tonight it was much more pronounced as the headboard on their bed was rhythmically and loudly banging against the wall of their room.
I guess Cain was getting his after all.
chapter 13
It was Christmas Eve afternoon and I was trying to get presents wrapped before Cain and Eli arrived home.
They had gone over to Darcy and Easton's for lunch, and I had made an excuse because I knew Trace and Lindsey would be there, and I wasn't all that comfortable being around them. I occasionally ran into Trace in Quantico and it was still strained between us.
I didn't want to think about it. If my brother wanted to blow me off the way that he had, then it was on him, not me.
… And then there was my knitting.
