legs along Ezra’s, resettling her head against his shoulder. He held her against his side, a hand smoothing up and down her upper arm while a breeze licked the sweat off their skin.
They hadn’t spoken since she’d broken down. She didn’t know what to say. Couldn’t say precisely why she’d cried. She was relieved he didn’t ask.
Footsteps padded their way. A figure, outlined by the sun lowering in the late afternoon sky, stood over them.
Chrissi blinked.
Wearing only a pair of faded jeans with the snap at the waist opened, Cade extended his hand.
She pressed her cheek against Ezra, closing out the sight of Cade’s broad, naked chest. “I don’t wanna move.”
“I have a bath drawn,” Cade said, his voice quiet but firm.
Ezra hugged her close, pressing a kiss against her hair. “Go on.”
Embarrassment heated her cheeks, but her nude body wasn’t anything Cade hadn’t seen before. She wondered if he noticed how she’d changed, whether he liked what he saw.
She lifted her hand and let him pull her up. He held up her hand, turning her slightly as he looked her over.
“That bath?” she said breathlessly. Her nipples were prickling with arousal again. She hoped they’d start moving and he wouldn’t notice, but his free hand cupped a breast and his thumb scraped the ripening tip.
“You’re even prettier than I remember.”
“She is, isn’t she?” Ezra said, sitting on the edge of the lounger. “Give her a bath then bring her to us.”
Bring her to us.
Fluid seeped down her thighs, and she gasped, remembering that she hadn’t given a single thought to protection. She pressed her thighs together. “Ezra? We didn’t…”
Ezra’s eyes darkened. “We’re all safe, Chrissi. I promise you that. And you’ve already admitted you haven’t had sex with a man in years, so I’m assuming you’re safe as well.”
“But I’m not on the Pill.”
“Do you want us to use something?”
He’d always left her with choices. He’d honor her answer.
Chrissi opened her mouth to give an automatic yes, but inside, she hesitated. Again, she didn’t understand herself, why she’d be willing to take the risk, but they’d never used anything, never had anything between their bodies. She remembered the abandon, the freedom, the slick sensory delight.
“I’ll take that as a no,” he said softly, his gaze sharpening as he studied her face. He turned to Cade who wore a slight smile. “I don’t wanna tell you again.”
“Yes, sir,” Cade said, his grin widening.
Just like the old days, Ezra liked to be in charge, liked his brothers to fall in line—if only when it came to sexy pleasures.
His brothers had never seemed to mind, falling in with his plans, whether it was shucking their clothes for a swim, or turning their backs when Ezra screwed her at the far end of the pool.
Cade tugged her hand and wrapped an arm around her shoulder as he led her away. Once inside the house, she glanced around, but found no sign of Josh. She took a deep steadying breath. One at time she could take without becoming a quivering mess.
They passed the stairs to the bedrooms above and walked down a hallway she knew led to the master suite.
“Ezra took it when mom and pops moved to Padre.”
She nodded, but kept silent as they passed through the large darkened room to the bathroom.
When he opened the door for her and stood back, she sucked in a deep breath. The scent of roses, her favorite flower, permeated the air. The bath was filled to the top with fragrant bubbles.
“Go on and get in,” Cade said.
She didn’t look back, happy to sink beneath the bubbles and hide herself from view. Warmth enveloped her, instantly easing muscles she hadn’t used in a long, long time.
Clothing rustled and her gaze swung toward him. Dark brows arched wickedly over dark blue eyes. He stepped out of his jeans and strode toward her. “Make room for me behind you.”
Her breath hitched. Cade was broader across the