I’m shivering all over, skin prickling, heartbeat thumping so hard it leaves glowing imprints on the insides of my eyelids. He slides his hands down to my hips, thumbs digging into my bones, and when I part my lips again, he licks into my mouth like he needs to taste every part of me.
But he isn’t the only one I want.
I twist my head free of Boone’s mouth, gasping, lips sore and swollen already. Silas is where I left him, hovering just a step away, half haloed by the lamplight spilling from the house and the moon smearing silver over his hair.
I want to laugh at the look on his face, a raw, hungry pleading, his body as taut as barbed wire, but it doesn’t feel cruel. It feels empowering, a supernova in my chest.
I beckon him with a curled finger. Boone’s big hand still fits my waist, but he releases me with a reluctant slack. Silas steps in, trembling from crown to heel, and I taste that pulse now so vividly: every ounce of his legendary restraint has vanished.
By the time I turn my head to look at Caleb, I can tell he’s the one about to ignite the fire at long last. In the middle of the porch, right in front of me, he drops to his knees with mischief dancing in his eyes.
He slides his hands up my bare thighs and wedges his thumbs under the elastic of my underwear. The heat of his breath, the scrape of his jaw, the way his eyes never leave my face—it’s as if he’s determined to eat my soul through the center of my body.
Silas turns my head towards him, finds my mouth, and licks into it, all tongue and shallow gasps, his hand fisted in my hair like a warning.
I don’t realize Boone has moved until I feel him at my back, solid and unmistakable. I can feel every inch of Silas crowding in from the front, Boone burning at my back, and Caleb’s hands blazing trails up my skin, then he kisses the skin there like he’s worshiping at a temple, until I squirm and try to angle towards his mouth.
Boone locks one arm around my ribs to keep me still, but I can feel his heart pounding as hard as mine.
Silas peels my dress up as Boone’s fingers graze my nipples. My eyes fall closed as Caleb finds my clit to tug and tease between his teeth.
I lose language, or maybe it dissolves, words not enough to describe the storm of sensation, the way Silas pins my chin and Boone holds my hips in place, and Caleb’s mouth traces furious, perfect circles until I’m jerking, gasping, almost sobbing with want.
There’s no shame left, nothing but this red-hot need and the intoxicating, dizzy clarity of three-point pressure on my body and mind.
I’m aware, distantly, of Boone’s voice rasping something obscene in my ear, a wordless encouragement or maybe a promise, while Silas punctuates every bite and kiss with the low, ragged groans I always wanted to coax out of him.
I don’t even take a moment to catch my breath. I spin around to kiss Boone again, while dipping my hand into his pants to pull him free.
His cock is already hard and velvet smooth, and when I curl my fingers around it, Boone makes a sound—a rumble, half pain, half prayer. I stroke him once, slow, then twice, building a rhythm with my hand, and all his self-control goes molten.
His head drops to my shoulder, breath scalding my throat, and he bites the spot behind my ear with careful, intense pressure.
My whole body stutters and frays.
Boone’s grip shifts, guiding me forward, my body turning with the movement.
Silas sidles up, one palm sliding over my spine, holding me while his other hand knuckles into my hip. He watches Boone with unvarnished fascination, his mouth curled in a snarl of want. I catch Silas’s grin, full of challenge, and dare him with a tilt of my chin.
“You’re ready for me now,” Silas growls, and the sound alone sends a shiver through me, makes me clench deep inside.
Boone's hands are gentle but firm, stroking my hair back, his eyes darkening. He leans in, his lips brushing my forehead, then trailing down to meet mine. His kiss is soft, unlike Caleb’s urgent hunger or Silas’s fierce passion.
It's a slow, deep exploration, a calm steadiness that makes me want to break apart for him, to let him see all the pieces of me.
And then Silas pushes against me from behind. The thick, broad head of his cock nudges at my entrance, stretching me open, filling me inch by inch.
I cry out against Boone’s lips, the sound muffled by his kiss, as Silas sinks deeper, deeper, until I can feel him everywhere, filling every space. My body clenches around him, trying to take him all in, to accommodate his size.
“Oh my, fuck,” I gasp, my nails digging into the hard muscle of Caleb’s shoulders.
Silas sinks even deeper, his hips pressing against my thighs. I can feel the rough denim of his jeans, the cool metal of his belt buckle against my fevered skin.
“That’s it,” Caleb mutters.
He takes my hand, dragging it down to his cock. I can feel the heat of him, the pulsing need, as he bends me forward and presses it against my mouth.
“Open up for me.”
