Trinity by M. Never Page A

unwelcome conversation. And no one wants that, especially after the night we had. My skin is still on fire. Just resting in Chase’s arms has my blood pumping to all my pressure points. The one between my legs primarily. Jesus, these men and what they can do to me.
    “Jenn?”
    “Mmm?” I slide my eyes up.
    “What were you just thinking about?”
    I shamelessly blush. “Nothing?”
    Chase cocks his eyebrow. “You sure about that?” He locks me in his iron embrace and brushes his lips against my ear.
    “Mmm hmm,” I squeak.
    “Want to know what I’m thinking about?” Sex. Please lord let it be nail me right to this table sex.
    “What are you thinking about?” I ask huskily.
    “Breakfast,” he drawls.
    “Breakfast?” I jerk my head back.
    He chuckles, the thick black glasses sliding down his nose. “Yes, breakfast. Mainly those waffles you made us the other morning. I’ve been fantasizing about eating them just about as much as I fantasize about eating your pussy.”
    “Chase.” I hit his solid chest. “For a refined lawyer, you’re naughty.”
    “That’s what you do to me.”
    “I have a feeling you were naughty way before I met you.”
    “Maybe,” he teases.
    “Definitely. You can’t fool me.”
    “Can I persuade you to feed me?”
    “What time is it?” I tap the button on his phone. I gasp when I see it’s eleven-thirty. “Why did you let me sleep so late?”
    “You had a long day and an even longer night. We thought you could use the rest.”
    “I appreciate that.” I scramble off his lap. “But I need to get going.”
    “Why are you always running out on us?” Chase snatches my hand before I get too far.
    I stop, appreciating his striking features—his strong jawline, thick black eyelashes, straight nose, and disappointed expression. I run my fingertip down his cheek lovingly. “I don’t mean to. It’s just Pops has so little time. I need to be there for him when I can. Please say you understand.”
    Chase sighs, leaning into my touch. “I do. We both do. We’re just selfish and want you all to ourselves.”
    “You have me. All of me,” I bravely admit.
    “Do we really?” he asks with a hopeful look in his chocolate eyes.
    “Yes. Mind, body, and soul, I swear.” His dark brown irises sparkle. “And when I get back, I’ll cook you and Shane all the waffles you can eat, and we can talk about what that means.”
    Love. It means love. That I love you both. I’m committed to you both.
    We found our holy trinity.
    “Deal. Try not to be too long,” he requests selfishly.
    “I can’t make any promises, except for waffles.” I drop a kiss on his lips.
    “We’ll take what we can get.” Chase traps my face and claims my mouth fiercely, absorbingly.
    The exact same way he kissed me last night while he came inside me. I shudder from crown to core.
    “I’ll be fast.”
    I grab my bridesmaid dress and sparkly high heels off the floor and stuff them into my overnight bag, then throw on a pair of jeans and ballet flats. My hair is a freaking mess. I finger comb it into submission before grabbing my purse. Checking my phone, I find that it’s dead. No wonder I slept so late. No alarm.
    “Bye, Chase!” I scurry out of the door. “Give Shane a kiss for me!” I run outside and down the front steps.
    “Jenn!” Chase follows me as I open my driver’s side door. “Jenn, wait!”
    “I have to go! I’ll see you later!” I blow him one last kiss, start my car, and drive away.
    I race home to wash up and change, wanting to get over to see Pops before he passes out for the day. Afterward, I’ll check in at the restaurant since I wasn’t there at all yesterday.
    God knows what kind of shape it’s in after Shayna was left in charge.
    I plug in my phone and hop in a steaming hot shower. My sore muscles are in desperate need of the reprieve.
    Once I turn the water off, I hear the piercing ring of my cell. “Shit.” I grab a towel, draping it over my dripping body as I race