“Please,” she gasps, voice cracked and wrecked.“I need you.I need you in me, Cally—now.”
My name on her lips like that?It tears through me.
I smile—dark, undone, and so fucking in love I could kneel here forever and still not have enough of her.
But then I look up.
At him.
Because I want Monty to be part of this too.I need him to be.But she’s not ready for both of us—not yet.That will take time.Patience.Trust.
But me?I want something now.Something more than just a glance or a graze.I want to feel him.I want him inside me while I’m inside her.
I need this—us.The three of us, tangled and breathless and real.
And that realization makes my whole chest ache.
Because wanting him is easy.
The question is—will he ever want me again?
And fuck, what are we doing here if us will never happen?
ChapterForty-One
Callaway
When my eyes meet his, he reads it instantly.He always did.
“What do you need?”he asks, voice soft but commanding.
I open my mouth and close it again, throat tight with something I can’t name.
“You have to say it,” he says, stepping closer.“I’ll give it to you, baby.But you need to ask.”
Baby.
He hasn’t called me that in years.Not like this.Not with tenderness threaded into every syllable.
My heart stutters.My mouth dries.But I get the words out.
“Fuck me while I do her,” I say, almost pleading.“Would you?I want the three of us, together.”
Monty’s expression doesn’t change—but there’s a fracture in his eyes.Something vulnerable.Something breaking open.
“You sure?”he asks.“We haven’t—there’s a lot we have to work through.”
“We will.I trust you—us,” I say.“But I need this.I need to feel both of you.I need to be full.I want it to feel ...complete.”
He nods, quiet and reverent.“Where?”
“The lube’s in the nightstand.Condoms too.”
He moves without hesitation.Opens the drawer.Tosses the bottle and a few condoms on the bed.
Then he turns to Vesper.
“Put the condom on him,” he says, voice low and firm.“Get his cock wet for me.Make him ready while I prep him.”
