“If I can’t, I’ll pull off of you,” I promise. I look over my shoulder at Remy. His dark skin is glistening in the low light, and his smile is feral as he gazes at me.
“Yes, please.”
That’s all it takes. He is entering me, pushing me forward where I take Erik’s cock back in my mouth. I’m used to the flavor now. I swirl my tongue again, seeing if I can go further than before. I let the rhythm of Remy pushing into me set the pace.
“Mm,” I moan around Erik as he says, “I’m going to come.”
I’m careful not to nod this time and just groan around his dick. I feel my orgasm cresting as Remy pinches my clit on hisfinal thrust. At the same time, Erik’s cock jerks in my mouth and it is filled with him. I swallow reflexively.
The room is quiet except for our breathing.
Remy is still inside me when the tension drains from his body. He leans forward and presses his forehead between my shoulders, holding me there for a moment as if he’s afraid to let go.
Erik steps back first, a little dazed, a little undone. His hand lingers at my waist before he moves to sit on the edge of the bed. He looks wrecked in the most beautiful way.
Remy withdraws slowly and gathers me up before I can wobble. He pulls me onto the bed and settles me between them without a word.
For a moment, none of us speak.
Erik reaches for my face. His thumb brushes my lower lip gently, checking. Not possessive. Careful.
“You okay?” he asks softly.
I nod. My body feels heavy, warm, loose in a way that makes the world seem distant.
Remy presses a kiss to my shoulder, then another to the back of my neck. “You were incredible,” he murmurs.
I turn my head to look at Erik. He’s still watching me like I did something extraordinary.
“I didn’t mess up?” I ask quietly.
He huffs out a breath, almost a laugh, and leans forward to press his forehead to mine.
“You chose me,” he says. “There is nothing you could have done wrong.”
That settles something deep inside my chest.
Remy slides his hand over my stomach, slow and steady, anchoring me. Erik stretches out beside me, one arm beneath my head, the other draped across my ribs.
The three of us breathe together.
Chapter one hundred twenty-six
Erik
I stare at the ceiling, my mind racing. I’ve never been an overly sexual person, and I know my focus is slipping.
“What are you thinking about?” she whispers.
“My obsession with music has switched to you. What if I can’t write anymore?”
“Pfft.” She pats my chest. “You just wrote your best song, without my music. All yours. It was amazing. What if you write better now because you have another outlet? What if”—she sits up and grins down at me—“me unclogging your pipes opens up the possibility of more music because you understand passion better?”
“Both of you go to sleep,” Remy grumbles, rolling over. “She’s right anyway. And now, since you woke up the dogs, you can take them out.”
I lean over and kiss Tianna on the forehead. “If you’re right, we’ll need to make sure I never back up again.”
Chapter one hundred twenty-seven
