“Sweeter, but... earthy.”
I have no idea what he’s talking about.
“Is that bad?” I croak.
All I get is a shake of his head and a deep delve of his tongue into my opening like he needs the rest of it.
At my chest, Dom’s hands roam over my breasts, cupping and cradling. Lifting and stroking. He thumbs the nipples and gives the lightest pinches.
“Your breasts are different, too,” he murmurs quietly. “Fuller.”
Suddenly insecure about everything, I try to push up, but Nick growls against my mound like a dog being deprived of his steak and Dom’s hold around my middle tightens.
“Easy,” he says gently into my ear. “It’s not a bad thing.”
I scowl up at him, cheeks hot, eyes wet. “You’re telling me I taste weird and I’m getting fat.”
Both men stop and stare at me like I just cursed at them.
“No one said you taste weird,” Nick snaps.
“And I did not call you fat,” Dom retorts with equal outrage.
Nick takes what he probably thinks is a deep, calming breath. “I will eat your pussy until you suffocate me. Nothing will change that. I love your taste. It’s just sweeter than normal. That’s it. Sweet is good.”
I bite my lip, unsure of how to respond to that.
“And your tits are fucking perfect no matter what size. Bigger just means more to hold onto and I have big hands, so not complaining.”
Their sweet assurance triggers something deep in my chest, a strange bubble that seems to have been waiting for this exact moment because I burst into tears.
It’s so sudden and unexpected that even I’m surprised, and the fact that I can’t stop it only makes me cry harder.
“Jesus.”
Nick scrambles up, reaching for me, but Dom has already pulled me back against his chest. Both look terrified, which would, under normal circumstances, be hilarious but only adds to my misery.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry,” I blubber in between choked sobs. “I don’t... I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I’m such a mess. Everything is off. I can’t think and when I do, I can’t focus. I’m uncomfortable and achy, and everything hurts.” I wheeze in a breath that comes out in a heaving cough. “Now, I’m lumpy and everything smells weird, and I can’t sleep.”
“Whoa, baby, slow down.” Dom cups my face and wipes my cheeks. “It’s okay. Take a breath. Slow. Slower. Easy. That’s a good girl. Now, what’s wrong?”
“Look at me!” I snap at him, anger rolling over me. “I’m... this! Don’t look at me. I don’t want you to see me—”
Great. Now I sound crazy.
“Isla.” Nick captures my chin and forces me to face him. “When was the last time you got your period?”
I stare at him... outraged.
The fucking audacity.
“You think I’m upset because I’m getting my period?” I snarl at him. “Not every woman is moody when they’re bleeding, Nicolas. That is a disgusting—”
“Oh!” Dom exclaims suddenly, eyes going big and round, and I’m ready to go off on him, too, when he breaks into a smile. “That’s not why he’s asking, baby.”
I’m stuck in the whirlwind of my own emotions and can’t process anything, except that everything is wrong and I’m naked and feeling stupid and vulnerable and they are both looking at me with such expectancy and I don’t understand what’s happening.
A fresh well of tears rise and I shove at Dom’s arms.
