She’s quiet for a moment, considering.
“What are you thinking?” Jesse asks.
“I’m thinking this is the worst idea I’ve ever had.”
“And?”
“And I don’t care.”
That’s all the permission we need.
The shift happens gradually,so gradually that later I won’t be able to pinpoint exactly when sharing warmth became something more intentional. All I know is that one moment, we’re lying under the stars talking, and the next moment Callie’s turning toward me with something hungry in her eyes.
“Are you sure about this?” I ask, because someone needs to be the voice of reason, even if that someone is me, who’s usually the one causing the chaos.
“No,” she says. “But I’m sure I don’t want to stop.”
That’s all I need to hear.
I cup her face in my hands and kiss her, soft at first, then deeper when she responds by tangling her fingers in my hair. She tastes like beer and something sweet, and the small sound she makes when I nip at her lower lip goes straight to my crotch.
“Hey,” Jesse says, and I reluctantly let him pull her away from me.
He pulls her against him and she goes willingly. When they kiss, it’s hungrier than mine was, all tongue and teeth and barely controlled want.
When they break apart, both breathing hard, Wyatt’s right there.
“Come,” he says, his voice rough with want.
Callie crawls across the blanket to him, and he kisses her with an intensity that makes me ache just watching. His hands tangle in her hair, and she melts into him with a moan that leaves Jesse cursing under his breath.
“This is happening,” Jesse says, like he can’t quite believe it.
“Finally,” I add, because it feels like we’ve been building toward this moment forever.
Wyatt breaks the kiss and looks at both of us. “You sure about this? All of us?”
“All of us,” Callie says firmly. “I want all of you.”
“Thank God,” Jesse breathes, reaching for the hem of her dress.
What follows is a slow unraveling. Her dress disappears first, then our shirts, boots kicked off carelessly into the grass. When she’s left in nothing but lace panties and a bra that makes my mouth water, we stop to just look at her.
“Beautiful,” Wyatt says, his voice reverent.
“Absolutely perfect,” Jesse adds, his hands skimming up her sides.
I lean down to kiss her throat, tasting salt and something uniquely her. “You have no idea what you do to us.”
“Show me,” she whispers.
That’s all the invitation we need.
I work my way down her body while Jesse claims her mouth and Wyatt’s hands roam everywhere. When I reach the edge of her bra, I look up.
“Yes,” she breathes, and I unhook it, letting Jesse pull it away.
The sound she makes when Wyatt’s mouth finds her breast has me harder than I’ve ever been. I continue my path downward, kissing and licking until I reach the waistband of her panties.
