When I pull back, breathless, I find Julian watching us, his eyes dark with desire. I shift toward him, my hand finding the nape of his neck, drawing him to me. His kiss is different from Tristan's—playful where Tristan is intense, teasing where Tristan is deliberate. Both leave me wanting more.
"I need you," I whisper against Julian's mouth. "Both of you. Right now."
They exchange a look over my head, communication passing between them in that silent way they have. Then Julian is lying down beside me, guiding me back against the pillows, while Tristan stands to pull his shirt over his head, revealing the lean muscles of his chest.
Julian's hands find the hem of my blouse, his fingers skimming the skin beneath, a question in his touch. I nod, liftingmy arms to help him slide the fabric up and over my head. My pants follow, Julian's hands gentle but sure as he undresses me. Soon I'm lying in just my underwear, my skin prickling with goosebumps that have nothing to do with cold.
Tristan sheds his pants, standing now in just his boxer briefs that do little to hide his arousal. Julian stands to undress as well, his movements more fluid, less restrained than Tristan's. They're so different, these two men, in ways that complement each other perfectly.
"Look at you," Julian murmurs, his eyes tracing my body as he returns to the bed. "So damn beautiful."
Tristan joins us, settling on my other side. They're both naked now, and I take a moment to appreciate the sight. Julian's body bears the evidence of his athletic past—broad shoulders, powerful thighs, the defined muscles of a man who still trains like the professional he once was. Tristan is leaner, his strength more concealed, but no less impressive.
My breath catches as I reach out, one hand to each of them, trailing my fingers down their chests. This is real. They are real. Whatever happens with Alexander, this connection, this moment—it belongs to us alone.
Tristan leans down to kiss me again, his hand sliding to cup my breast through the thin fabric of my bra. His touch is careful, mindful of how sensitive pregnancy has made me. When his thumb brushes across my nipple, I gasp into his mouth, moving toward the sensation.
Julian moves lower, his lips trailing kisses down my stomach, lingering briefly at the slight swell where our baby grows. His hands find the waistband of my underwear, easing them down my legs with deliberate slowness. Then his mouth is between my thighs, his breath warm against my most sensitive skin.
"Is this okay?" he asks, looking up at me with eyes gone dark with want.
"Yes," I breathe. "Please."
Tristan unclasps my bra, helping me out of it before his mouth replaces his hand on my breast. The dual sensation—Tristan's lips and tongue teasing my nipple while Julian's mouth finds my center—sends sparks of pleasure coursing through me. I thread my fingers through Julian's hair, my other hand reaching to stroke Tristan's erection.
Julian's tongue circles my clit with practiced precision, drawing patterns that make my hips lift from the bed. I feel Tristan's sharp intake of breath as my hand tightens around him, stroking from base to tip.
"Tristan," I manage, my voice breaking as Julian slides a finger inside me. "I want you inside me."
Julian pulls back, pressing a kiss to my inner thigh before moving up the bed to lie beside me. Tristan shifts between my legs, his hands spreading my thighs wider as he positions himself. The first press of him entering me pulls a moan from deep in my throat. He fills me completely, stretching me in a way that borders on too much but never crosses the line.
"You feel incredible," Tristan murmurs, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. "So tight, so wet."
He begins to move with slow, deep thrusts. Julian's hand finds mine, our fingers intertwining as he watches Tristan and me with heated eyes. I turn my face to kiss him, the taste of myself on his tongue adding another layer to the building pleasure.
Tristan's rhythm increases, his control fraying at the edges as he drives deeper. Each thrust sends waves of sensation through me, building toward a crescendo that feels inevitable. When his thumb finds my clit, circling in time with his movements, I break away from Julian's kiss on a gasp.
"That's it," Tristan says, his voice rough. "Let go, Cami. Come for me."
The command in his tone pushes me over the edge. My body tightens around him as pleasure crashes through me, intense and overwhelming. Tristan follows moments later, his rhythm faltering as he presses deep and holds, a groan escaping him.
As I come down from the high, Julian's hands are already on me, turning me toward him. Tristan withdraws carefully, pressing a kiss to my shoulder before moving to lie beside me, his hand stroking my hair as Julian takes his place between my thighs.
Julian’s smile is mischievous as he pushes slowly into me. The oversensitivity from my first orgasm makes me gasp, my hands clutching at his biceps.
"Feels good?" he asks, pausing.
I nod, unable to form words. He begins to move, his strokes shallower than Tristan's but faster, creating a different kind of friction that has me building toward another peak almost immediately.
"God, look at you," Julian says, his eyes never leaving my face. "I could fuck you all night long."
Tristan's hand finds my breast again, his touch adding to the sensations Julian is creating. I'm surrounded by them, filled by them, their attention focused entirely on my pleasure. It's heady and overwhelming in the best possible way.
Julian's rhythm grows erratic as he nears his own release. His hand slips between us, fingers finding my clit. The dual stimulation sends me spiraling into a second orgasm, my body arching off the bed, a cry torn from my throat. Julian follows immediately, his face buried against my neck as he pulses inside me.
We collapse together, a tangle of limbs and sweat-slicked skin. Tristan pulls me close against his chest while Julian sprawls beside us, his hand resting on my hip. In this moment,wrapped in their warmth, the pain of seeing Alexander with Fiona feels distant and almost manageable.
I'm not alone. Whatever happens next—with the baby, with Alexander—I have this. I have them. And for now, that's enough.
