We’re so close like this.
His warm breath brushes against my skin, and I try my best to ignore the way my eyes burn. The vulnerability of what I just admitted hits me all at once, and I feel raw and exposed, seen in a way I’m not sure I’m ready for, but I can’t seem to look away.
“Baby,” he says, his deep, husky voice softer than I’ve ever imagined it could be.
His eyes are…wow.
Impossibly blue, deeper than the ocean, holding me captive to this moment. It’s as if one simple look from him has me teetering along the edge of danger, like he could pull me under at any minute, and I would never find my way back up.
“I’ve waited six years for this moment.” His steadyvoice is almost a whisper as he gazes down at me. “I’ve told you this in a hundred different ways, and every time, it felt like the words still weren’t enough. Maybe they never will be. But I need you to hear them anyway.” He leans in, eyes blazing, and I search for the lie in them, though I see nothing but truth. “How I feel, howwefeel, is love, Shiloh. Love that is messy, chaotic… fierce, but it’s yours if you’ll take it. We want your now, your tomorrow, your always, and I can’t wait another second to do this.” Before I can even think, his hands cup my face as he crashes his mouth against mine in an urgent kiss that sets every nerve in my body into overdrive.
Every inch of me is swept away, pulled into him like the tide dragging me under as I drown in the weight of him that presses against me. Our rhythm is instinctive, and I’ve spent so long craving it. My hands grip him, clutching and holding, needing him in a way that leaves me trembling, because I don’t ever want to let him go.
His presence devours me. Every touch, every brush of skin sends shivers down my spine, and I surrender, because being consumed by him in this moment, knowing that the others are standing by, watching us come together like this, is the only place I’ll ever want to be.
CHAPTER 11
ZANE
SUCK THE STRIPES OFF HIS CANDY CANE
I could lose myself here,staring at two of the three loves of my life wrapped around each other, moving like they were made to be one. The way their bodies fit together has my cock throbbing with need, and I am way past the point of impatience. I step forward, my hand finding Phoenix’s shoulder, and he immediately stiffens beneath my touch. He knows exactly what it is that I want without a single word being spoken, and he rises from his position, then stands at my side.
The moan that spills from Shiloh’s perfectly kissed lips is all the confirmation I need to know that she is all in. Her confession was like a punch straight to my battered heart, and I know how hard it must have been for her to put herself out there like that. Rejection isn’tfun for anyone, but rejection doesn’t exist where Shiloh Fox is concerned.
We love her.
It's that simple.
And tonight, I intend to show her just how much she’s missed out on.
“You’ve haunted us, Little Doll,” I say, moving toward the wooden support beam on the other side of the room. My fingers hook beneath the string of Christmas lights wrapped around it, and with one sharp pull, the entire strand comes free. Bulbs rattle together softly, their glow sputtering out under the force of my grip. “You’ve teased us,” I continue, gathering the broken string of lights and coiling it around my palm.
I turn back to face her, and catch her wide, luminous eyes, entranced by me, before dropping to the makeshiftropein my hand.
Yep, that's right, baby. This is happening.
Her pulse is fluttering at the base of her throat, and the anticipation swimming in her expression is almost enough to completely unravel me. “You have no idea just how long we’ve wanted you.” I take a slow step forward, and then another, letting the air between us stretch and thrum with tension. “How it felt to be in the same room as you. To breathe your air, and to get close enough to imagine what you taste like.” By the time the last word leaves my lips, I’m right in front of her, relishing in the way her breath stutters.
My hand lifts to her jaw, tilting her face up slightly, and my lips brush against the shell of her ear as I lean in, breathing in the sweet, addictive, floral scent that is uniquely hers, one that I could almost drown in.
“Little Doll,” I growl, the words sinking into her skin. “You have no fucking idea what it’s done to us… wanting you for this long. Loving you so deeply from afar,” I murmur, trailing my tongue along the line of her jaw, just enough to feel her quiver beneath my breath. I hover over her perfect fucking mouth, gazing into her blue irises. “And when we break you,” I lean in closer, taking her lip between my teeth, wanting nothing more than to claim her right here, right fucking now. “We won’t leave you in pieces, baby. We’re binding you to us. Gluing our pieces together until we are one, because there’s no fucking way this doesn’t end in forever. It’s always been you.”
Our mouths collide in a frantic kiss, a desperate clash of years buried in longing. She meets me with the same wild urgency, fingers curling in my hair like she’s afraid that I’ll disappear if she lets go.
I drag a hand down her arm slowly, feeling the tremble that runs through her when I reach her wrist. I wrap my fingers around it, not roughly, but firm enough that she knows exactly what’s about to happen.
I pull back, just enough to take her in, our mouths still brushing, and I can feel her pulse thundering beneath my thumb. “Easy, baby,” I whisper, lifting her wrist between us. “This is far from over.” I straighten,pulling her up with me as I move, her skin practically glowing beneath the flickering fire, and the hundreds of other Christmas lights Jovi hung around the place.
“Axl, baby. Come here,” I say, and he moves without hesitation. I note the way his heated, hazel-green gaze locks on Shiloh as he steps in beside us. “You’ve been such a good boy, haven’t you?” I ask, my tone threaded with the authority he always craves from me.
His lips twitch, a hint of a smile threatening to surface, but it’s gone before it can take shape. His chiseled jaw flexes, and he squares his shoulders, waiting for me to give his next order. My eyes follow each of his movements before flicking back up to meet his gaze.
“Yes, Sir,” he finally answers, his voice a little rough, but you could sense his eagerness and the barely contained need to be with us from a mile away. I pull Shiloh closer, then spin her around until her back is pressed against my bare chest. The feel of her skin is intoxicating, and I do my best to stay focused and not fuck her senseless right here.
I trail a hand up her body, savoring the feel of her soft skin beneath my palm. She arches, showing me just how affected she is by my touch. Then, I grip her wrist, wrapping my fingers around it and pulling it behind her with firm, unhurried precision that makes her breath catch. She doesn’t resist as I take her other wrist, guiding it behind her.
She's surrendering herself to me.
