“Yeah, pixie,” Zane smirked. “Look at us as your personal playground.”
At my nod, Casimir sat on my other side as Koa’s hand slid to the small of my back. Zane stood before me and guided my trembling fingers to the hem of his shirt.
“See? Not so scary,” he said as I pushed up the fabric. Then his breath hitched when my knuckles grazed bare skin. “Actually? It’sterrifying. In the best way.”
After he pulled off his t-shirt, I inspected him piece by piece. The planes of his chest, the dip of his navel, the way his breath stuttered when I traced a scar along his hip bone.
“Notthere, sweetheart, unless you want me to—Hahaha!” Zane, dissolving into helpless laughter as I discovered a ticklish spot along his ribs.
He was all whipcord and sinew, his body built for speed and agility rather than raw power, but there was nothing lacking in hisphysique, each muscle perfectly defined, his freckled skin warm and smooth under my hesitant fingers.
“You can be rougher, if you want,” he mumbled as I traced the squares of his abdomen. “I won’t break.”
I shrugged, liking what I was doing, and trailed my fingers along the fuzzy trail to his waistband. His stomach muscles bunched under my touch, a small shiver running through him.
“Sensitive?” I asked.
“Only foryou, precious.” For once, Zane’s usual snark gave way to something softer, more vulnerable.
“Still good?” Koa’s voice dropped to that husky register that always made my insides flutter. “Or do you want to switch up to me or Cas?”
“Quiet, Koala Bear. Queen’s conducting an inspection.” Zane’s voice wavered as I peeled his pants down his hips. His boxer briefs tented, and I hesitated, my hands faltering at the elastic waistband.
“Breathe, my love,” Casimir ordered, soft, firm, safe. His nose traced the curve of my neck. “He’ll stop if you say so. Your rules.”
Nodding, I slid the cotton down, and Zane made a sound like a dying engine as I freed his erection. I’d seen him naked before, of course. We’d shared a bed every night for nearly two weeks now. But I’d never had time to reallylook, to study the details of their bodies.
“It’s red.” I blinked.
“Genetics, baby.” His laugh cracked. “Compliments of dear old mum.”
“Looks like a peppermint stick.” Koa smirked.
“Fuck you! It’smajestic—”
“Can I touch it?” I murmured, suddenly shy again.
“Youdamn well bettertouch it!”
I reached out, skimming my fingertips over him, finding the skin impossibly soft over something so hard, warm and alive. He made a strangled sound in the back of his throat, his hands clenching by his sides.
“Seri,” he hissed, and I looked up at him through my lashes.
“What feels good, Zoodle?”
“All of it,” he groaned. “Anything. Everything.”
“Show me. How do you like to be touched?”
“Like this.” He covered my hand with his own, guiding me into a firm, steady rhythm. “Tighter at the base, lighter near the tip.”
I followed his instructions, watching in fascination as his breathing grew more ragged with each stroke. His tip already glistened,and I swiped my thumb across it and used it to make my hand glide more smoothly.
Koa rumbled little praises and Casimir’s arms tightened around my waist as I explored with careful fingers, Zane’s choked curses dissolving into breathless praise. His fingers spasmed as I learned his length and heat, all tangling with his night phlox scent.
“Warned you. Not gonna last,” he gasped, his hips jerking forward.
“That’s okay,” I said, increasing my pace. “I want to see.”
