He lets out a sound—low, raw, surprised.Almost a moan.His eyes snap open, and for a moment, I swear I see it.
The want.
The permission.
But he goes back to the towel.Back to his hands.Back to her.
And I go back to Ves too because I’m not ready to cross the line without having a long talk with him.
I lean down and press another kiss to her stomach.Then lick the drop he misses.
She trembles.
Completely silent.Completely undone.
We take our time.
Drying her.
Touching her.
Worshipping her like she’s something holy we’ve both been starving for.
By the time we’re done with her like that, she’s flushed and panting, legs slack, body pliant between us—open in the most dangerous way.
I lift my gaze to Monty.
“Lay her down.”
No hesitation.He slips an arm behind her knees, another at her back, and eases her onto the towel-covered bed like he’s setting down something precious he plans to ruin.She sinks into the mattress with a soft sound, thighs falling open instinctively.
Mine.
I kneel at the edge of the bed and trail my fingers down her ankle.Up her calf.Slow.Reverent.Taking my time like Monty told me to—because she deserves every second of this.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I murmur, voice thick with restraint.“You know that, right?”
She nods, barely.Her throat works like she’s already overwhelmed.
I reach her inner thigh and stop.
“You need to hear it,” I whisper.“So I’m going to say it.Again and again.How beautiful you are.How much I love you.How much we want you.”
I lean down and press a kiss just above her knee.Another higher.Then higher still—stopping just shy of her slick heat, letting her feel the denial.
Monty stands beside the bed, towel clenched in his fist, his cock flushed and aching, his jaw tight like he’s holding himself together by will alone.
“Take your time,” he says, voice rough.“She deserves every second.”
I glance up at her.“You hear that?”
She nods again, biting her lip.
“You’re going to lie there and take everything we give you,” I say softly.“And you’re going to thank us by coming so hard you forget your own name.”
A sound catches in her throat.
I crawl over her body—bare skin to bare skin—and when she reaches for me, I catch her wrists gently, guiding them above her head, pinning them there with my weight.
