His lips are insistent, a contrast to Reid’s heated intensity, and it leaves Dakota breathless, caught between the three of us.
She pulls away for just a moment, gasping for breath, eyes wide and wild with the need for something she’s been denying for too long.
Her chest rises and falls with every breath, and I can see it. The way she’s unraveling, letting go of the control she’s clung to for so long.
“I… I want this,” she breathes, barely above a whisper, but it’s everything. It’s all we need to hear.
Reid grins, his lips curving in that signature half-smirk. “Then let’s not waste any more time.”
His hands move down to her waist, pulling her closer, and Sawyer’s fingers skim the hem of her shirt, lifting it over her head in one smooth motion. I follow, the need to feel her skin under my palms almost overwhelming.
She gasps, caught between us as we press in, each of us carving a path closer to her, showing her without words what we want.
No more hesitation. No more secrets.
We want her. All of her.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
Dakota
What am I doing?
I can’t even think straight. My head’s spinning, my body a mix of fire and confusion. I’m caught in the pull of them. Clint, Reid, Sawyer. And I don’t know where to start or how to stop it.
This is all too much, but it feels so fucking good.
Clint’s kiss is raw. No gentleness, no hesitation. It’s a force of nature, a claim, a demand that has me melting against him before I even know what’s happening.
His lips crash into mine, hard and insistent, parting my mouth with a hunger I can’t fight. His tongue moves with a possessiveness that stirs something deep inside me.
He’s so damn intense.
He owns this moment. My body, my breath, my every thought.
I don’t even have time to process it before Sawyer’s hands find my waist, fingers digging into my skin. He pulls me closer, his chest pressing into mine, his lips on me.
Light at first, teasing me, testing me. Then it shifts. His kiss deepens, turns hungry, searching. The heat of him floods me, and when he bites my lip, a sharp spark of pleasure shoots through me.
I can’t hold back the moan that slips from my throat, soft and broken, a plea for more. His mouth is on me again, insistent, a promise of something more than just the kiss.
His hands slide lower, down to my back, pressing me closer. There’s no space between us now.
His body is hard and warm against mine, his muscles shifting beneath his shirt, and I feel the press of him against my stomach. He feels so good.
The heat of him has me trembling, my body responding, climbing higher. And then there’s Reid.
Before I can even take a breath, his lips are on my neck, scorching, demanding. It’s a spark to dry tinder, and I’m on fire.
His mouth sears a trail down to the curve of my shoulder, teeth grazing that sensitive spot just below my ear, and I’m lost. My body shudders violently, every nerve in my skin lighting up in response to the heat of him.
His hands slide down my sides, fingers brushing over the curve of my breasts, sending jolts of electricity through me.
And then lower, his fingers slipping under the waistband of my jeans, testing, exploring, claiming me, marking me in some primal way. I can feel the pressure of him, the strength of him, and it’s all too much, too fast.
I don’t know if I’m supposed to be running from this or diving in headfirst, but my body has already made that choice for me.
My pulse is erratic, and my skin is so hot it feels like I’m burning from the inside out. My mind can’t keep up with the rush of sensations.
