Catch Her When She Falls by Missy Martine

Author:Missy Martine
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Book/Menage
ISBN: 9781610344210
Publisher: Siren-Bookstrand, Inc.
Published: 2011-02-16T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 8

Marc snuggled closer to a warm, muscular wall of skin and rubbed his morning erection back and forth across Tony’s smooth buttocks.

“Man, what is that heavenly smell?” Tony asked, his voice still heavy with sleep.

Marc opened his eyes and glanced at the other side of the bed. “Where the hell’s Rena?” Before he could say anything else, a delectable smell enveloped his senses. “Oh, my God. Is she cooking?” His head raised, his nostrils flaring. “Ambrosia! Did you know she could cook?”

Tony snorted. “Hell, she hardly ever eats. Why would I think she could cook?”

Laughing, Marc slapped his partner on the ass. “Let’s go find out what our woman is up to.” Without waiting for a response, he jumped from the bed and started for the door.

“Wait for me, damn it.” Tony got up and walked over to the chest and pulled open a drawer. “Here,” he said, tossing a pair of shorts toward Marc. “Let’s at least try and act a little civilized.”

“It ain’t like she hasn’t already seen everything we’ve got,” Marc grumbled as he pulled on the shorts.

“Yeah, but she might not want it staring her in the eye while she eats.” Smiling, he walked over and placed a gentle kiss on Marc’s lips. “Come on, lover. Let’s go see what’s cooking.” He grabbed Marc’s arm before he could move forward. “Remember to be tactful, okay?”

“What the hell are you talking about now?”

Tony sighed. “Look, she’s probably not Julia Child, you know? If it’s bad, you can’t let on. We’re trying to build her self-esteem up not shoot it down.”

“Geez, you don’t honestly think I’d do anything to hurt her feelings, do you?”

“Well, not on purpose.” He winked.

“Come on, asshole. Let’s go kiss our woman good morning.” Grinning, Marc opened the bedroom door and stepped into the living room with Tony close on his heels. The vision that awaited them took his breath away.

Serena stood at the stove studiously examining something in a skillet. The oversized T-shirt she wore had shifted to the side, baring one shoulder and fell to the middle of her thighs. Her long, slender legs were bare while thick socks covered her dainty feet. He could see the slight bounce of her ass cheeks as she jiggled the pan back and forth on the burner. Her blond hair hung in loose tangles around her shoulders, and visions of the silky strands draped across his thighs filled his thoughts.

Serena turned around and smiled. “Hey, sleepyheads. It’s about time you got up. Breakfast is almost done.”

“You cooked?” Marc didn’t need Tony’s foot kicking him in the shin to know he’d screwed up. The hurt that briefly shown in her eyes made him want to tear his own tongue out.

“Yeah, I figured it was the least I could do. You guys have been taking really good care of me, but it doesn’t seem fair that you have to do all the work.” She gave them a wide grin. “I promise not to poison you.”

Marc walked over and slipped his arms around her waist and buried his face in her hair.

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