“No, because I maintain there’s a reasonable explanation for what we saw.”
She helped him clear the table, wishing she shared Cash’s confidence in her brother. Cash, however, hadn’t been around when Carson was in his manwhore prime, while Jen had had a front-row seat.
Her mouth flattened as she carried the leftovers into the kitchen. First thing tomorrow, she was confronting her brother, and he’d better have a damn good explanation.
Cash must have sensed that she’d boarded the angry train again, because he held out his arms and said, “C’mere.”
As if a magnet drew her to him, she sank into his strong embrace, shivering when his lips brushed over the top of her head. His woodsy scent enveloped her, his powerful arms providing the rush of soothing tranquility she’d needed. God, whenever this man held her, she turned into a puddle of mush.
“No more thinking,” he said, running his hands over the small of her back. “Let this go until you talk to Carson, okay?”
She exhaled slowly. “Fine, but I might need you to distract me. Like a sexy kind of distraction.”
He chuckled. “The sexy distraction will have to wait. Dylan’s on his way over, remember?”
“Oh yeah, football. I forgot.”
“You don’t mind, do you? I could always cancel.”
“No, don’t do that. He’s already on his way.” She planted a quick kiss on his cheek and stepped out of the embrace. “I’m going to hop in the shower. If you want some guy time, I can hang out in the bedroom tonight.”
Cash tugged on her ponytail and brought her mouth to his again. “No way. You’re hanging out with us and watching the game. It’ll help get your mind off this Carson situation.”
“You sure I won’t be intruding?”
He chuckled again. “Trust me, Dylan will love having you around.”
Right. Dylan, AKA Cash’s go-to threesome pal. At the memory, a flush heated her cheeks.
Cash clearly didn’t miss the blush because he offered a dry grin. “No threesome tonight,” he assured her. Then he arched a brow. “Unless you want one…”
Her breasts and pussy tingled in response. “Are you serious?”
He shrugged. “Just throwing it out there. Dylan’s a bit of a slut, so you never know what’ll happen when he’s around.”
Jen studied his handsome face, realization dawning. “You’d be up for it, wouldn’t you?”
Another shrug.
“You totally would,” she exclaimed. “I can see it on your face.”
“Yeah, I’d be up for it.”
His gruff admission startled her. “Wow. You’re really into ménage, huh?”
The molten heat in his sexy blue eyes disrupted her pulse and sent it careening. “There’s nothing sexier than a woman turning her pleasure over to two men.” Without letting her digest that, he gave her butt a little smack and said, “You taking that shower?”
“Oh. Um, yeah.”
Jen felt slightly dazed as she wandered off toward the bathroom. Did it make her a slut that the thought of being with two men turned her on?
God, and Cash would be up for sharing her with another man. It continued to surprise her how open-minded he was about sex. He didn’t balk at anything. He hadn’t even batted an eye last night when she’d slipped her finger in his ass while going down on him—if anything, he’d come even harder, nearly tugging her hair out by the roots as he exploded in her mouth.
So really, why was she surprised that Cash would be up for inviting another man into their bed?
Her nipples puckered as the naughty idea crept into her mind once more. She banished it, ordering her head out of the gutter. Cash’s friend was coming by to watch football, not to ravish her, for Pete’s sake.
She ended up taking a long shower, allowing the hot water to ease the muscles that had been tied up in knots all day. She washed her hair, shaved her legs, lathered lavender-scented body wash on her skin. By the time she toweled off and walked into Cash’s room, she felt loose and relaxed.
She spent the next ten minutes blow-drying her hair, then brushed it until it shone and left it loose. She dressed for comfort—black leggings, sports bra and a turquoise top with a wide neckline that caused the soft material to fall off one shoulder. After a moment of hesitation, she applied some make-up. Mascara, subtle eye shadow, a dab of lip gloss.
The effort she went to for her appearance was more for her own sake than Cash and Dylan’s. She always felt better when she looked her best, and there was a spring to her step as she left the bedroom.
Male voices sounded from the living room. Jen’s pulse quickened, a reaction that had her rolling her eyes. Okay, enough. Just because Cash had broached the subject of threesomes didn’t mean one was in the cards. Besides, she didn’t know a thing about this Dylan guy, save for the fact that he was a SEAL, and, apparently, a slut. For all she knew, he was completely unattractive and someone she would never dream of—
The thought died when she entered the room and laid eyes on their guest.