What would she do if I put my mouth there?
Finn reached for her, his fingers trailing down her arm. “Are you sure about this, Bree?”
“Absolutely.”
Ronan slid a hand around her waist in a gentle but possessive hold. “Tell us what you want.”
She met each of our eyes with a knee-weakening smile. “You. All of you.”
I framed her face in my hands, tilting her face up. “Then you’ll have us.”
This time when I kissed her, it was with the knowledge that things didn’t stop unless she changed her mind. I savored the taste of her, reveled in the soft sounds she made when I changed the angle.
Finn eased his hands beneath the hem of her shirt and lifted. Ronan kissed the curve of her shoulder, and Bree gasped against my lips.
I pulled back enough to speak. “We stop the second you want to stop.”
“Don’t stop.” She pulled on my shirt. “Don’t ever stop.”
Finn tugged her shirt up and over her head. The black fabric landed somewhere behind us, leaving Bree standing in her black lacy bra.
My mouth went dry. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
Ronan lowered the zipper on her skirt. “This thing has haunted me all fucking night.” He shimmied it down over her hips, and she stepped out of it.
I traced the line of her collarbone down to the edge of her bra. Goosebumps broke out beneath my touch. “Cold?”
She shook her head. “No.”
Finn made a noise in the back of his throat. “Christ, Bree.”
Her smile started slow, then spread, and she undid the buttons on my shirt.
I covered her hands with mine. “Let us take care of you.”
“But–”
“Trust us.” Ronan ran his hands down her sides, then across her stomach, easing her back against his chest.
Her eyes fluttered shut at the touch, and she nodded.
I bent and hooked her thighs over my arms, lifting her onto the bar where I’d served drinks and listened to stories and tried very hard not to think about doing this very thing.
Finn stood at her left, sliding his hand up her thigh.
Ronan stayed on her right and splayed his hand across her ribs, tugging one bra strap down over her arm and baring her pebbled nipple.
“We’re going to take our time with you.” I leaned in and kissed beneath her ear. “Every single one of us.”
Her breathing hitched, then sped up. “Please.” Her head fell back, and her acceptance ripped away the last of our inhibitions.
Finn kissed her and unhooked her bra.
I worked my hands beneath her and rolled the fishnets down inch by inch. I kissed my way along her thighs, down to her knees, and finally her ankles.
God she was so soft. Finn took a nipple into his mouth, and Bree cried out.
“So responsive.” Ronan rumbled from beside her. He rolled a nipple between his thumb and forefinger as I worked my way back up her body, settling between her legs.
