“It was supposed to be casual,” I admit, my voice quieter. “A bet, kind of. A joke with my friends that I could…be with all of you. Because I saw you together and?—”
“You knew we were friends?” Declan asks.
“I did, but I didn’t know?—”
“That we would talk,” Sean cuts in.
“No, that it would feel like this,” I snap before I can stop myself.
“Like what?” Rowan asks.
I look at each of them. “Like…you know…” I trail off, feeling cornered by their attention, by the growing heat. “I wasn’t expecting to like…all of you.” I look down at the ground.
When I look back up, Rowan’s eyes are on mine, cutting into me, that brown that seems almost black. “Do you?”
I nod wordlessly. “What’s it matter anyway? We’ll be docked by morning, and then y’all can go home and talk about the girl you all shared.”
“We didn’t share you,” Sean corrects, and his smile is small, dangerous, his eyes sparkling. He steps forward, and I stumble over my feet retreating backward. “Is that something you’d want, Willow?”
I try to swallow the growing lump in my throat, but it’s stuck there. “Is what something I’d want?” I ask, my eyes glued to his as he keeps stepping toward me, slowly, persistently.
“To beshared.To have three sets of hands on you.” He lowers his voice. “Three tongues.”
Rowan speaks up, his voice sharp and low from a few feet away, his arms crossed. “Three cocks filling your holes.” Sean and Declan look over at him with surprise, but he doesn’t look at them. He never takes his eyes off me.
“I just meant…you can forget about me. It’ll be over. That’s all I mean.” I’m stumbling over my words, feeling the heat of embarrassment creep up my neck.
“That’s not what you meant,” Rowan says quietly as Declan murmurs, “Not a hope in hell I’d forget you,” while at the same time Sean says, “Wouldn’t it be a shame to waste the night?”
Declan’s gaze sharpens, flicking to Sean, then back to me. “What are you saying?”
Sean’s staring me down, his gaze moving up and down my body like he’s undressed me already in his mind. He takes another step toward me, and I feel the world around me tilting as his hands find my collarbone, then drift up to my jaw. “I’m saying she wants all of us, and we should give the lady what she wants.”
For a moment, only Sean is touching me, and I feel the piercing eyes of the men on us. I wrap my arms around his neck, sinkingmy fingers into his wavy blond hair. His kiss is electric, only that much more electrifying because of the way Declan’s mouth has fallen open and the way Rowan’s jaw tics. I close my eyes against their stares and let myself enjoy Sean.
I feel Declan’s hand on my hip, solid and anchoring, and somehow I know it’s his before I hear him say, “If she wants it.”
My lips are parted, my chest heaving with the realization as Sean pulls away to let Declan kiss me, and I hear my own breathless voice saying into his mouth, “Yes.”
Rowan moves in on my other side, lifting the hem of my sundress, his fingers teasing against the backs of my thighs like he did before. This time the air feels charged with static when it hits my skin. “Speak up,pet,” he tells me, his lips finding the soft crease in my neck.
Rowan’s dark eyes don’t look away as his kiss travels down my chest. “Yes, I want it,” I repeat, clearer, louder, as Sean’s lips occupy themselves with my shoulder while he slips the straps of my dress down. Rowan’s mouth brushes down my chest to one of my nipples that Sean’s exposed. They’ve both got a hand up my skirt and a mouth on my nipple, and I close my eyes and tip my head back before I feel them lift me and carry me to the bed.
For a heartbeat, nobody moves. Now that I’m on the bed, it’s real. My skin prickles with awareness under three sets of eyes, my “yes” hanging in the air like a challenge. It could all stop here if any of us walked away. Instead, Sean’s thumb sweeps across my cheek, Declan’s grip on my hip tightens, and Rowan’s mouth trails lower.
The choice is made for all of us at once, like a held breath finally exhaled. Three different kinds of heat press in—Sean quick and teasing, Declan steady and sure, Rowan precise and deliberate.
It’s dizzying, not just the touch, but the way they’re all watching each other as much as they’re watching me. A silent challenge in every glance. The rhythm’s set—Sean’s hands mapping my curves like he’s cataloging them, Declan’s weight bracketing me, Rowan’s mouth stealing my breath.
They’re jealous, yes—I can feel it in the way Sean’s kisses turn sharper when Declan makes me gasp, in the way Rowan’s touch lingers a beat longer after Sean moves.
But there’s curiosity too. Acceptance. Desire.
Somewhere between their rivalry and their attention, I forget which hands are whose, which mouth is at my throat, my ribs, my hip. It’s all heat and movement and the low sound of my name in three different voices.
And the last thought I have, before thought itself blurs, is that maybe I was wrong. Maybe this isn’t a game at all.
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