“We just got home from the hospital,” Breck says. “We have all the time in the world, and you need time to heal.”
“I’m not letting some minor bruises stop me,” I respond. “So, what’s stopping you?”
Enzo’s mouth is on mine before I finish speaking. The kiss is deep, thorough, claiming. His hands slide into my hair, angling my head exactly where he wants it, and I open for him willingly.
Breck’s hands slide under my shirt, palms warm against my ribs. “We’re going to take our time with you tonight.”
“No rushing.” Ansel’s breath ghosts against my ear. “No holding back. You’re going to feel exactly how much we want you.”
They guide me down the hall to Ansel’s room, the biggest of the three, with a king-sized bed and windows overlooking the city. The curtains are open, letting in the afternoon light.
Breck turns me to face him, his hands gentle as they slide my shirt over my head. “Beautiful.”
His fingers trace the edge of my bra, following the lace with deliberate slowness. I reach for his shirt, but he catches my wrists.
“Not yet.” His grin is wicked. “We’re taking care of you first.”
Enzo kneels in front of me, his hands on my hips. He presses a kiss to my stomach, then another lower. “Lift your foot.”
I brace myself on his shoulder as he removes my shoes, then my jeans. His hands slide up my legs, thumbs massaging my inner thighs, and I shiver.
“Cold?” Ansel’s question comes from behind me, right before his hands settle on my shoulders.
“No.” My voice comes out rough. “The opposite of cold.”
His laugh is low and approving. “Good.”
He unhooks my bra with ease, sliding it down my arms. His hands replace the fabric, cupping my breasts, and I arch into his touch.
Enzo rises, his fingers hooking into the waistband of my underwear. “Last piece.”
He slides them down slowly, his gaze never leaving mine. Then I’m completely bare, and they’re all still fully clothed, and the contrast makes my pulse race.
“On the bed.” Ansel’s command is gentle but firm. “In the middle.”
I climb onto the bed, and they surround me; Breck on my left, Enzo on my right, Ansel between my legs.
“We’re going to learn every sound you make.” Breck’s mouth finds my neck, kissing along my pulse point. "Every spot that makes you squirm, every touch that makes you dripping wet for us."
Ansel’s hands spread my thighs wider. “And you’re going to let us. Aren’t you?”
I’m already trembling. “Yes.”
His mouth descends, and I cry out at the first touch of his tongue. He’s methodical, thorough, exploring and learning what makes my hips buck, what makes me gasp his name.
Breck’s mouth closes over my nipple, and I arch into him. His hand slides to my other breast, pinching and rolling until I’m writhing between them.
Enzo captures my mouth in a deep kiss, swallowing my moans. His hand tangles in my hair, holding me exactly where he wants me, and I surrender to it completely.
Ansel adds his fingers, curling them until pleasure spirals through me, and I can’t hold back the sounds spilling from my lips.
“Let us hear you, Little Genius,” Breck commands.
I’m caught between them, overwhelmed by sensation. Every nerve ending is on fire, every touch building higher and higher until I’m sure I’ll shatter.
“Please—” I don’t even know what I’m begging for anymore.
“Not yet,” Ansel says against my heated flesh. “We’re not done with you.”
