“Fine, yes, it did.” There’s a spark of fire in her response. I wonder if the real Isla is somewhere between the club girl she was and the good girl she’s become.
I glance around her so I’m looking at Garrett. Arousal always mottles his chest a blotchy red. “Turns me on too when I see him working his cock.”
My knee cracks as I stand and spin her so she’s facing Garrett. I reach around Isla and cup both her tits, holding them in my palms, rubbing my thumbs over her nipples. “What do you think of our girl, Bear?”
He holds Isla’s gaze for a hot moment, and if there’s one thing my man gives, it’s a good eye fucking. “Worth every minute we waited.”
I turn my lips to Isla’s ear. “That’s a really good answer. I think you should go say thank you while I take my clothes off.” I sweep her up and place her astraddle Garrett’s thighs.
“Oh my God, no. We’re going to hurt him,” Isla says.
“Takes more than the weight of you on my thighs to hurt,” he says, but Isla remains upright on her knees as Garrett pulls her to him.
From this angle, I get a glimpse of her pussy. It’s hairless and glistening, and my cock aches in response to thinking of all the choreography we can do in the future when Garrett’s healed.
For now, this feels too special to rush. Garrett’s too hurt for us both to penetrate her at the same time, but I have an idea.
26
SHADE
It might only be April, and I might bodily be a fucking wreck from the inside out, but it feels like all my Christmases have come at once.
When we first moved upstairs to the bedroom, I felt like dead weight. A broken spare part nobody asked for.
Now? I feel more seen than I ever have in my life.
Kai climbs onto the bed behind Isla, careful with his knees, his weight distributed so there’s no pressure on my legs. He nudges her closer to me, guiding her with hands that know exactly how to handle a woman, until her pussy is so close to me that it feels like my cock died and went to heaven.
I’m not nervous about the sex. While I might not know women’s bodies the way Kai does, I know how to read them.
But as Kai catches my eye over Isla’s shoulder, I can see how much this means to him. I’m sure a part of him is splitting wide open inside. And there’s a heady blend of sexual energy and anticipation in his gaze. It was there the night I met him. It’s never really left. But it seems more…illuminated, now.
This matters to him in a way that goes beyond getting off.
And I guess that’s why I’m nervous. What if I don’t like this? What if he does? What if I let him down?
It’s beyond hot to watch him slide his hands over Isla’s body. I grip her hip, grounding myself in the feel of her, in the softness of her. My thumb strokes her mound slowly and deliberately. Each action lifts her pussy lips a little so I can see her clit, hard and waiting.
“You okay if I touch you, here, Sunbeam?” I murmur.
Isla nods immediately. “Please.”
The fact she trusts me with her body after the way she’s been feeling does something deep and unexpected in my chest. Like she’s handing me the most fragile part of herself and believing, without question, that I’ll take care of it. The army stripped a lot out of me, but it taught me this much: Protect what matters.
And despite being injured, I’ll protect both of them with my last breath.
Kai shifts so he can look over her shoulder. “Look at his fingers as they touch you, Isla. They’re so thick and can make you feel so full.”
Isla gasps as I rub my thumb over her clit. It’s harder than I thought it would be.
Not hard. Hot, and firm.
Her gasp is honest.
I dip into her wetness and stroke it upward. Her hips lift. And Kai tightens his hold around her, his arms crisscrossing her body. I’m kind of guessing more than I want to admit, but her body tells me when I get it right. More gasps. More wetness.
I want to fuck her, make love to her, do whatever she’ll let me and whatever my body will allow.
