Garrett chuckles. “You don’t need to do anything. You can join in. You can watch. You can head downstairs and we’ll give you a shout when we’re done. Every option is on the table for you.”
She shakes her head. “I want to be here. I was just verbalizing how I’m feeling.”
I kiss her again. “We appreciate your honesty.”
I help Garrett adjust against the pillows, so he’s sitting reasonably upright but without all the pressure on his ribs. He tips his head back, and I trace my fingers along the ink over his collarbone. While this isn’t the first time I’ve been in bed with more than one person, it’s the first time I’ve been nervous too.
I’ve loved this man in a hundred different versions of him. I’ve loved the feral man who fucked me hard the first night I methim. I’ve loved the broken man he revealed beneath. I’ve loved the part of him that has been healing slowly all this time.
And I want to love this woman with him.
Perhaps my anxiety is because this means so much more. I know this is new for Garrett and me to navigate. And maybe it’s because I’ve seen polyamorous relationships work, that I’ve been too confident, but I can’t allow this to break the foundation we have.
I doubt it will.
I hope it doesn’t.
I won’t let it.
But like the spark of a campfire, I can feel this triad starting to take hold. There’s so much more that the three of us can become.
I boop the end of his nose, partly to play with Garrett, but also to ease my own mood.
“Come here, Sunshine,” I say. “It seems unfair that Garrett is the only one naked right now.”
I slip my hand beneath her hoodie…my hoodie…and remove it, along with the tank top. Her tits sit high, even without a bra. Pretty dusky nipples that immediately pucker, even though the room is warm. I toss the clothes in the direction of the chair but miss.
Isla giggles, and I wink at her.
I place my hands on her shoulders, moving them over her skin, the roughness of my palms catching her. “So soft,” I say.
My hands move around her, dip over her ass as I kiss her. She rises onto her tiptoes, and I pull her tight against me. My cock presses up against her stomach. I love the way she feels against me. Such a contrast to Bear’s solid frame. It stretches me in different places to reach her mouth.
My protective instincts flare.
How fucking dare someone try to hurt her?
Under my protection, she won’t have to worry about facing that alone anymore.
Isla’s hands curl into my shirt as she grips it.
My hands roam her naked back, enjoying the feel of her as I kiss her. “Did you enjoy helping Garrett get off earlier?”
Isla’s cheeks bloom pink, but she nods.
In their own way, they went slow. “He looks hot when he comes, doesn’t he?”
She glances over her shoulder at him. “He does.”
I dip my hands into the waistband of her pajamas and drag them down her legs, dropping to my knees so I can help her step out of them.
Fuck, I forgot how much I love the smell of pussy.
I place a run of kisses from her belly button to her mound. Isla’s hips move of their own volition, and I look up at her. “Did helping him get off turn you on?”
Isla covers her face with a hand. “Why are you asking me questions like this?”
I pull her hand away. “Because you admitted to us that you lost track of what you were consenting to. And as a result, probably lost touch with what you really enjoy. So, every step of the way, I’m gonna need to know that you want this. I’m gonna need to know if you’re enjoying it. I don’t want to add to the list of people who took what they wanted and left you high and dry. And until I know your body well enough, I’m gonna need to hear you tell me.”
