I reach forward, curl a finger in Penelope’s waistband, and tug her closer. “You want him here?” I murmur.
Her eyes meet mine. “I want both of you.”
Talon freezes like he’s afraid the moment will evaporate if he moves wrong.
I take his wrist and guide him beside her. “Get over here.”
He sinks onto the bed, eyes locked on hers. “You did good, too. Your sister is safe because of you.”
His breath shakes. “I… I just want you okay.”
“I am,” she whispers. “I want you.”
That’s all it takes.
Something in Talon snaps—not in a rough way, but in a stunned disbelief that she’s choosing him again. He sits up slowly, hands trembling just enough to give him away, and cups her face like he needs to memorize how she looks in this moment.
“Come here,” he murmurs.
She climbs onto his lap, knees bracketing his thighs. His hands slide down her sides, hesitant at first, then bolder when she leans into him instead of away.
“Pen…” His voice breaks.
“Touch me,” she breathes.
He does.
Talon lifts the hem of her shirt, knuckles brushing her stomach, and she lifts her arms without being asked. He pulls the shirt over her head and drops it blindly to the floor, eyes never leaving hers. His fingers trace the new lines of bare skin.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers.
Penelope reaches for him, tugging at the fabric of his T-shirt. He raises his arms, letting her peel it off. The shirt beneath follows, and when her palms glide over his chest, his eyes flutter shut, breath shuddering out of him.
I watch them, stripping quietly, shirt first, then the belt, then the rest—each movement slow, controlled, deliberate. My gaze never leaves her.
Penelope notices. Her lips part. She reaches back with one hand, inviting me closer without words.
I move behind her, my hands settling on her waist. She melts between us.
“I’ve got you,” I murmur.
Talon’s hands slide lower, mouth parting in awe.
All three of us are breathing each other in until clothes are nothing but a forgotten heap on the floor.
Talon sucks a nipple into his mouth, and I waste no time in running a hand to her pussy and rubbing her clit. She moans at the touch, and I move my finger up and down her little nub before sinking it into her cunt.
“So eager and wet for us already.” I smile.
“I don’t want foreplay. Just fuck me,” she breathes.
I pull out of her and within seconds, Penelope is riding Talon, her hands braced on his chest, her head tipped back in a soft moan. He grips her hips like he’s holding something sacred and impossible.
“Pen…” he chokes, fingers digging into her waist as she moves. “Slow down or I’m gonna?—”
“No,” she murmurs, voice wrecked and certain. “I need you…”
The way she says it unravels him…unravelsme.
