I’m warm.
I’m safe.
The rest can wait.
Well…some of it can wait.
The ache between my thighs is insistent. Demanding. My dream left me on the edge of an orgasm, and my body doesn’t give a shit that none of it was real.
I’m desperate to finish what my subconscious started.
I shift slightly, testing my range of motion. Kai’s arm is draped over my waist, heavy and possessive even in sleep. Behind me, Bastian’s chest is pressed against my back, his breath slow and even against my hair.
I’m naked between them.
When did that happen?
Fragments surface—hands stripping away wet clothes, warm water sluicing over my skin, the scratch of a towel. But the memories are hazy and dreamlike.
Doesn’t matter.
What matters is the heat pooling low in my belly. The way my nipples have hardened against the sheets. The slickness between my thighs.
I have to be touched.
Ineedit.
I slide my hand down Kai’s arm. His skin is warm, muscles firm even in sleep. He doesn’t stir as my fingers trace the contours of his forearm, his wrist, the back of his hand where it rests on my hip.
He’s so beautiful when he sleeps. The tension that usually tightens his jaw is gone, his face soft and almost boyish. I can see the shadow of the kid he used to be—the one who played with me in the woods, who loved me before either of us knew what true love cost.
My hand drifts lower, to where I can feel the heat of him through his thin sweats.
He’s…hard.
Not fully, but enough. A thick ridge pressing against cotton, twitching slightly as my fingers ghost over it.
I bite my lip, glancing up at his face. Still asleep.
Bastian suddenly shifts. His arm tightens around my ribcage, pulling me closer, a semi nudging the curve of my ass.
Holy shit.
How can I feel this in control, thispowerful, when I’m literally trapped between these two big men and their hard cocks?
My hand slips beneath the waistband of Kai’s sweatpants. He’s not wearing underwear. My fingers wrap around his shaft before I can talk myself out of it.
He lets out a soft grunt, almost a groan.
I freeze.
His hips roll forward, pushing his cock deeper into my grip, but his breathing stays even. Still asleep. Still dreaming.
I stroke him slowly, giving just enough friction to feel him swell and harden in my palm. The head of his cock is already slick with precum, and I use my thumb to spread it around, savoring the way his breath hitches.
“How long do you think you can keep at it before he wakes up, sweet girl?” Bastian’s amused voice is low and rough with sleep. His hand glides down my stomach, fingers splaying over my lower belly.
I don’t stop stroking Kai. “I needyou,” I whisper. “Bothof you.”
