I step toward Callum first, letting my hand brush along his. He tightens his hold around my fingers, tugging me into his lap.
I go willingly, letting myself fall because I have no choice to. My heart won’t let me walk away, not until business is finished.
My lips brush over his in a kiss that’s both an apology and an invitation. It’s soft at first, deepening within seconds as he responds to it. His hands cup my face, his touch hungry and yearning.
More hands touch me. They find my sensitive spots and caress over my curves. I pull back, breathless, and turn to Grant who’s already crowding close to us.
His blue eyes are dark with need, a storm contained in a man. I reach for him, and he meets me halfway, drawing my mouth against his.
His kiss is rougher and more desperate, his callused hands framing my face with a tenderness that unravels me instantly. His mouth claims mine with a growl that vibrates down to my core.
Dean’s fingers brush my arm from the other side, a quiet question.
When I groan, I’m turned toward him, my lips popping off Grant’s with a wet noise.
Dean’s hands are steady as he lifts my chin back to kiss me. I’m lost in the warmth of him, in the way his lips move against mine from above.
The room spins, and I’m back six years ago to where this all began. But since then, I’ve changed.
I’m not that girl anymore. I’m a mother, a survivor, and tonight I’m choosing this.
Choosingthemdespite the secrets and the fear that may just fuck us all over in the end.
We move as one, a dance of instinct and memory, their hands guiding me down onto the floor.
Callum’s fingers slip under my sweater, lifting it over my head to toss away.
The cool air kisses my skin as his hands trace the curves of my body, igniting shivers that ripple through me.
Grant’s lips find my neck, his breath hot and ragged as each kiss claims me. His teeth graze my pulse point, drawing a soft gasp from me.
Dean’s hands are steady when they unbutton my jeans.
His fingers brush over the sensitive skin of my hips as he pulls them down my thighs, his eyes locked on mine.
I nod with permission, my body humming with need as I spread my legs open.
Callum’s shirt comes off, revealing the lean muscle I remember.
I trace the lines of his chest, my fingers lingering on the familiar planes.
His breath hitches, his eyes dark with desire as he pulls me close, his hands finding the front of his jeans to pull them apart.
I groan at the sight of his cock springing free, hard and ready, and I open my mouth as an invitation, my lips parting with need.
He guides himself inside, letting out a soft noise the second my lips wrap around the head of him.
He rocks into my mouth, pressing deeper with each thrust. His hands thread through my hair as his low groans fill the room.
Grant finds my breasts, his thumbs brushing over sensitive peaks through the thin material of my bra, drawing a moan I can’t suppress.
The sound is muffled against Callum.
Grant lifts me just enough to unhook my bra, freeing me.
His large hands cup my breasts, the calluses rough against my skin as he teases the sensitive buds.
Dean tosses my pants the second he wrestles me free, his fingers slipping beneath my underwear to trace the curve of my hips.
