A week of restraint, a week of watching her and not being able to touch. All of it evaporated in the heat of her mouth on mine.
I pulled back enough to look at her. “Are you sure?”
“I’ve never been more sure of anything.” Fingers twisted in my shirt. “I’ll keep saying it every time you ask, but there are other things I’d rather do with my mouth.”
Holy shit this woman had a hold on me, and not just the way she gripped my shirt. We were supposed to keep this a one-time thing. That’s what we agreed, but once I’d seen Ronan come up here and not come back down, I’d suspected we were all failing our promise.
Fuck the agreement.
Finn unhooked her bra, and the fabric fell away. I took a step back to drink in the full sight of her.
“Bedroom.” Ronan’s voice came out strangled.
We moved as one. Ronan guided Bree backward. I followed, already pulling my shirt over my head and leaving it behind.
Bree fumbled with my belt. I covered her hands with mine and finished the job, shoving my jeans down and kicking them aside.
Finn eased Bree onto the bed and slid his hands up her thighs, spreading her wider.
Her head fell back against Ronan’s shoulder, and I climbed onto the bed beside her, running my palm over her breast. She arched into my touch. “I’ve been thinking about this all week.” I lowered my mouth to her nipple.
She gasped and grabbed handfuls of my hair. “Me too.”
Ronan’s hand between her legs sent her hips bucking upward. His fingers worked her in rhythm with Finn’s mouth, and her breathing turned ragged.
I kissed my way up her chest to her throat and then to her mouth, swallowing her moans. She tasted like all the desperation I’d bottled up this week.
When I’d heard Tammy joke with Bree about her moment in the shadows with Finn, I’d never wanted to punch anyone so bad in my life. Jealousy had flared hot and bright. It left the instant she motioned me into her home and invited me to join her, Ronan, and Finn. This was what we were, what we’d always been.
“Fuck, I missed this.” Finn lifted his head from between her legs.
Bree almost sobbed when Ronan withdrew his fingers. “Please. I have to.” She reached for all of us. “I need all of you. Can we? Is that possible?”
Ronan’s eyebrows drew down for a second. “What are you asking?”
“All of you. Inside me.” She twisted in his arms. “Please.”
Finn rose to sit beside her, then scooted around with his head on her pillows. “Yes, love. We can do that.”
We’d do it or die trying.
Bree crawled onto Finn’s lap and ground her pussy against his cock. He helped her adjust, then slid inside her.
Her mouth fell open, ecstasy closing her eyes.
Ronan stripped beside me, and we joined them on the bed. I slid my hands along her spine, feeling her shiver beneath my touch.
Ronan took a bottle of lube from the small nightstand and held it toward me after coating his cock. I took the bottle and coated my fingers, pressed one against her ass while she rode Finn.
She tensed.
“Breathe.” I kissed her shoulder. “That’s it. Let us take care of you.”
My finger slid into her ass, and she gasped. I worked her slowly, adding a second finger when she moaned my name.
“More.” It came out breathless.
I added a third finger, stretching her and helping her ease into the motion while I lined up my cock alongside Finn’s. I pushed inside. Slow. So fucking slow.
