Page 53 of Tempting Jupiter (Arena Dogs #2)

Chapter Thirty-Five

They’d all been working non-stop for several days. Feeona liked them all. It felt good to be part of a team and she hadn’t seen any sign of mistrust from any of them. It surprised her and made her want to be worthy of that trust.

They’d put her in charge of handling the auction guests they’d captured on that first day on the Abundance .

The fact that they’d all been there to buy slaves won them no friends among the Dogs.

She’d released them all… after extorting as much treasure as she could from each of them.

If they were going to war on two fronts, they would need all the funds they could get. The Dogs saw the logic of that.

Samantha, with the help of the human pilots that had been traveling with her, had taken charge of the Abundance and its crew.

In addition to being a pilot herself, Samantha seemed to understand how a big ship ran.

Which staff was essential and which were not.

The Dogs had helped her screen the crew and decide who could be trusted.

The rest were being put off at the closest port they could reach.

Tonight, though, she and Seneca and Jupiter were back on the Hawley.

Home. And heading back to the Agrove Colony.

They were visiting or picking up Toby—his choice—before they rendezvoused with the others at the resistance base.

They were safely in skipspace and would be for another thirty-six hours.

Feeona wrapped her arms around Jupiter’s neck as he carried her up the stairs to her room…

their room. She liked the sound of that.

Unlike weeks ago when they first met, this time Seneca led the way.

He had the door open and a shower already running when Jupiter set her on her feet.

She reached out and pressed her hand over his heart.

His heartbeat was strong and steady. Hers was weak with want.

She wanted them both every moment. “Can you have truly forgiven me?”

“There was nothing to forgive.” He lifted her tunic and pulled it up over her head and off.

“Fucking would be a good way to move past it,” Seneca volunteered with a snicker.

She mock-scowled at him over her shoulder. “You just want sex.”

His slender white eyebrows lifted. “Doesn’t everyone?” He chuckled and they all joined in.

But she couldn’t let it go. When their laughter quieted and the steam from the shower warmed the room, leaving a fine layer of moisture on her skin, she framed Jupiter’s face with her hands. “You can’t mean that. It can’t be that easy to forget what I did.”

Jupiter wrapped his big palms around her ribs, just below her breasts. “I respect your need to keep your obligations to the children. And through it all, you did the best you could to keep us safe.”

Seneca came up behind her and slipped his arms around her.

His hands moved to the fastening of her pants.

“But you’re our mate now.” He nipped her ear before pulling her pants and briefs down her legs.

His hands caressed her thighs as he straightened and pressed his naked skin against hers.

“From now on, no secrets. We work as a team.”

Jupiter, whose hot gaze had been following Seneca’s movements as he undressed her, moved his hands up to cup her breasts. His thumbs flicked against her nipples. They hardened and Sen’s cock hardened against her hip.

Sen’s lips pressed close to her ear. “You want to let him undress while we get started showering or do you want to watch me undress him?”

An uncontrollable smile spread across her face. Her cheeks were impossibly tight with happiness.

Sen’s chest vibrated with mirth against her back. “I think she is speechless with anticipation.”

“Of course, I am,” she answered.

Jupiter smirked. “Enough talk, time to clean up.” With that, he made the decision for them, stripping himself with efficient motions.

Seneca drew her under the water. The warm spray soaked them and she had to rub the water out of her eyes to see them.

Jupiter. Despite his growly attitude when they’d met, he’d effortlessly slipped past her defenses and into her heart.

His hard, sculpted body had surprisingly little to do with it.

It was just a bonus. One hell of a bonus.

As Seneca fingered shampoo into her hair, she watched Jupiter move toward her.

Wide shoulders tapered to defined abdominals.

Deep grooves ran from his hip bones down to frame the perfect representation of his masculinity.

She reached for him and he filled her grip.

The distance between the base and tip of his cock was a long, slow stroke.

She brushed the veins along his length with her fingertips and palmed the head of him.

His moan of appreciation drew her gaze up to his.

She wanted to press kisses to his cheekbones and tongue that little indention at the base of his throat.

That would have to wait for later when he was lying down and she could actually reach him.

He brushed a thumb over her cheek. “What are you thinking, Fee?”

“I’m not sure you can call it thinking.” Both males chuckled.

She ignored that and let her fingers tease the slit at the top of Jupiter’s cock.

He stopped laughing and his breathing quickened.

She loved seeing him this way, warm and open and aroused.

“My head is playing out all the ways I want to make love to you,” she told him.

Behind her, Seneca stroked cleansing gel along her spine and down her ass. “There is all the time in the world, now that we’re together.”

“Yeah.” She sighed dreamily. “Time for everything.”

Seneca um-hmmed approvingly as he wrapped his hand over hers on Jup’s cock.

Jupiter choked. “Wash her faster.” He captured her mouth nibbling at her lips until she stepped against him, pressing her nipples against the hard wall of his chest. Seneca went back to soaping her, his motions brisk until he’d washed all the ordinary parts of her.

When there was nothing else left and Jupiter had switched to offering Feeona deep, tongue-thrusting kisses, Sen stroked cleansing gel between her legs.

His fingers stroked her feminine folds and teased her clit.

She moaned into Jupiter’s mouth. The big Dog lifted her and pulled her legs around his hips.

The position opened her more to Sen’s exploring fingers and he pressed the advantage.

He pushed his fingers deep inside the place that had been so empty without them.

Struggling to pull enough air into her lungs to keep up with her racing heart, she pulled away from Jupiter’s kiss.

He looked set to complain, then she felt the withdrawal and brush of Seneca’s hand between her legs.

Jupiter grunted and shifted his stance to give Sen room to fondle his balls.

It had to be that, Feeona realized with a surge of arousal, because there was no space between Jupiter’s cock and her belly.

She luxuriated in being with them again. Together, but differently than before.

Seneca stepped back. “Let me rinse her.” He pulled her out of Jupiter’s arms and set her squarely under the spray. She sputtered and punched his shoulder. “Ass.”

His grin met her curse. “Is that an invitation or a request?”

When Seneca had thoroughly washed away the soap from Feeona’s flesh, Jupiter took control once again, guiding her from beneath the water and beyond its reach, where he wrapped one of the big, soft towels around her.

When he seemed satisfied that she was adequately dry, he ducked back beneath the spray with Sen.

They washed quickly—such a missed opportunity that Feeona frowned as she watched them.

Her gaze on them only seemed to quicken their quest to finish their shower.

Still, she enjoyed the brief peep show. She enjoyed seeing them so comfortable with each other.

They might not be touching purposefully, but they weren’t avoiding it either.

And they looked… lighter. They moved as if no weight held them down or tired them.

Their eyes sparkled and they smiled easily.

She pressed her fingers to her cheek. The wide grin she wore seemed there to stay. She didn’t deserve them, but she was going to keep them. She was theirs and they were hers.

When they shut off the spray, she handed them towels. Sen practically bounced over to her shelves and started digging through her things.

“Thank God.” He waved a tube of lubricant in the air.

Her mouth dropped open. She hadn’t realized he knew she had it. Jupiter was arching an eyebrow at her. She ignored him and frowned at Sen.

He laughed and tossed the tube to Jupiter, then bounced back over to Feeona, took her hand and tugged her toward the bed. “I love this bed. So roomy.”

Jupiter followed to lift her damp hair off her shoulders and towel away some of the water clinging to the heavy curls. “It’s like you were destined to have two mates.”

“Ha!” She laughed. “Roland just believed in comfort. That’s all.”

“Maybe. His bed is equal in size.” Sen hopped onto the mattress and urged her on as well. “Or maybe he also enjoyed more than one lover at a time.”

Feeona covered her ears. “I’m not listening to that. That isn’t a picture I need in my head right now.”

Sen took advantage of her hands being busy to guide her down to the mattress where he wanted her. He positioned himself above her head on the bed and she tipped her head back to frown her confusion.

“Jupiter’s first.”

Jupiter caught her hands in his and pressed them to his ribs. “I want your touch, Fee.”

When she stroked her palms over his skin, he slowly lowered himself down to her and she opened her legs for him.

The weight and heat of him comforted her even as all the nerve endings in her body sparked back to life.

He stroked a hand down to her belly then took hold of himself, as if ready to guide himself into her.