There was something utterly intoxicating about that idea. Instead of arguing, however, because Rhett was inside of me and I was spread wide so Jay could see every inch of my flesh, I reached for one of the fruit slices. The apple was cold and crisp. Then Jay lifted a cracker layered with a slice of sharp cheddar and smoky ham.
Each flavor exploded on my tongue, a decadent experience. Gaze locked on Jay’s, I took another cracker as he fed it to me, then stroked my lower lip with his thumb. He put the tray on thebed next to us and took a seat where he could feed me. Rhett fed himself, though and in between bites, he would thrust a water bottle to me.
The simple pleasure on Roan’s face when he came out of the bathroom absolutely arrested me. He watched as I drained a bottle and nodded in satisfaction. The warmth that bloomed in my chest had nothing to do with the need in my body, a need that was already beginning to build even with Rhett’s cock buried inside of me.
We weren’t moving other than the boys feeding me. Rhett’s cock had stretched and filled me. The thickness helped to quiet the need, even if it made my internal muscles tremble. Still, I was far from satisfied and the fact I recognized it was… different. At least for me. If I was aware of my own scent, then they had to be.
When Jay held up another cracker, this one boasting more sharp cheddar with a kiss of blackberry jam and a salty cashew, I took the whole bite and sucked off his fingers. His eyes darkened instantly.
Playing with fire?
Check.
Prepared to get burned?
Double check.
At the same time, something felt… off.
I looked around the room, brow furrowing. This wasn’t the cabin I’d rented. Rhett shifted beneath me, pushing up ever so slightly and the stretch bumped the head of his cock inside. It—was distractingly wonderful.
Aware of Roan’s watchfulness, I finished chewing my bite of food before taking the fresh water bottle and washing it down. Then I said, “This isn’t my cabin. Not the one I booked.”
Jay stretched out beside me like a lazy cat, one hand tucked under his head, the other trailing along the inside of my thighjust because he could. His grin was slow and smug, wicked in a way that made my stomach twist—part nerves, part anticipation.
“Nope,” he said, popping the ‘p’ like it was a joke we were both in on. “Yours was cute, but empty. I took care of it.”
“Took care of it?” I echoed, not sure I wanted to know what that meant.
Rhett leaned forward, nipping my ear this time. The sharpness of his teeth sent a zing rebounding through my system. My nipples went to points even as my cunt clenched around him like a fist. His hiss was pure decadence to my ears.
“There was another one a little further out,” he said, his voice low and calm. “We rented it, too.”
I blinked. “You rented… both cabins?”
Jay chuckled, stealing a berry off my plate like a thief. “No one for miles,” he said, popping it into his mouth. “Just us.”
Something in my chest tightened. It wasn’t fear, not exactly. Yet, there was an inescapable thrill at the idea that I was trapped with them. Trapped in a position where my heat would drive us all mad and we were already lovers, whether it lasted past this moment—whether the moment took days or not—I didn’t have an answer.
Frankly, I didn’t care. Not right now. Not when they were everything I could want. Maybe I hadn’t invited them. But I certainly didn’t want to escape either.
Then Roan turned to look at me.
He’d been quiet this whole time, lounging at the foot of the bed, watching. But when his gaze met mine, it hit like a live wire—sharp and hot, like it could burn through me if I didn’t look away. I didn’t. I couldn’t.
All that power he wore like a second skin focused down to a single, smoldering point.
“You’re all ours,” he informed me, his declaration every bit as intentional as Jay’s bite. The liquid heat spilled into my bloodlike fire and then there was room for nothing else. No air, no thoughts, nothing.
With three words, he’d given my body permission to let go and the torrent that spasmed through me had Rhett growling, Jay’s pupils swelling to drown out the iris and made Roan’s slow, devastating smile grow.
“Yes,” I whispered, giving in to what we all wanted right now. “Yours.”
Chapter
Twenty-Four
ROAN
