“Just like that?” Titan sounds surprised.
“Just like that.” Ghost’s eyes stay on mine. “If this is what she wants, I’m not going to fight her on it.”
Titan shifts me in his lap, turning me so I’m facing forward again. His hands slide up my sides in a way that makes my breath catch. “Good,” he says. “Because I’ve been dying to touch her again and I’m done waiting.”
Heat floods my face. “Titan?—”
“You got her on the wedding night,” Titan says, looking at Ash. “Had her all to yourself. Meanwhile, I went crazy this morning, watching you two together.”
“So what are you suggesting?” Ghost asks.
Titan’s grin turns wicked. “I’m suggesting you two find somewhere comfortable to sit. Watch while I show Bonnie exactly what she’s been missing.”
My heart stops. “You want them to watch?”
“Want is a strong word.” His mouth is right by my ear now. “Need is more accurate.”
My mouth won’t form the words.
“Bonnie?” Ash’s voice pulls my attention to him. He’s watching us with interest, no jealousy in his expression. “It’s your call. You want privacy, we’ll give it to you. I don’t mind watching,” he says. “If you’re comfortable with it.
I look at him. Then at Ghost. Both of them are waiting for my answer.
This is insane. Taboo. The kind of thing women don’t admit to wanting.
But I do want it.
“Stay,” I whisper. “Both of you.”
Titan’s laugh rumbles against my back. “That’s my girl.”
He keeps me in his arms and carries me to my bed, setting me down gently despite the hunger in his eyes.
Ash locks the door, and Ghost moves to the couch in the corner of the room. They settle in like they’re about to watch a show, casual and comfortable.
“Just so we’re clear,” Titan says, looking at them. “No interrupting. She’s mine for the next hour. You two can wait your turn.”
“Wouldn’t dream of interrupting,” Ash says.
Ghost just nods.
Titan turns his attention back to me. “Now, where were we?” his hands are rough but deliberate, calluses scraping my skin as he grips the hem of my shirt. He pulls it over my head, exposing my bare shoulders, the cool air prickling my flesh.
His fingers move to my bra, unhooking it with a flick, letting it fall, my breasts bare under his stare. My nipples harden, aching as his eyes roam, hungry and unyielding.
He kneels slightly, tugging my jeans down, his knuckles brushing my hips, peeling the denim away with my panties, leaving me naked on the dark sheets. My body quivers, vulnerable, the weight of Ash’s and Ghost’s stares burning into me, their presence a silent pulse in the room.
Titan’s hands slide up my thighs, warm and rough, spreading them slowly, his calloused fingers grazing my pussy lips, brushing lightly, teasing without parting.
My breath catches, my core tingling as he leans in, his broad shoulders blocking the dim light, his presence overwhelming.
His mouth hovers over my breast, hot breath fanning my nipple, making it harden before he closes his lips around it, sucking. His tongue swirls, lapping at the sensitive peak, and I gasp, my back arching, pleasure sparking through me. He bites gently, teeth grazing, a sharp sting that makes me shudder, my nipple throbbing under his mouth.
“You like that?” he murmurs, his lips brushing my skin as he moves to my other breast, sucking harder, his tongue flicking, then biting softly, tugging just enough to draw a soft moan from my throat.
“Yeah,” I whisper, my hands fisting the sheets, my body trembling as his hand cups my breast, squeezing gently, his thumb circling my nipple, keeping it peaked.
His other hand drifts lower, fingers stroking my pussy lips and spreading my growing wetness without dipping inside. My core clenches, slick and aching, his touch igniting a deep, pulsing heat that makes my thighs quiver.
