“At this point, I don’t care. I just need to come.”
Nash slides his hands down my legs to my ankles and draws them apart, spreading them over Theo’s thighs and opening me wide for Nash’s gaze. He shakes his head like he’s doubting himself, and I snatch the hand clutching the rose and drag him closer.
“Don’t do that.”
“What?”
“Hold yourself back from me. Don’t hide the parts you think are too scary or the ones you believe I can’t handle. Trust me.”
He throws the rose over his shoulder and kisses me so deeply and thoroughly I can hardly breathe. Then he’s right there, nudging at my entrance. My mind tries to work out what he’s chosen to work with for our first time, but I think not knowing is better. Who cares when it feels this fantastic? He doesn’t break away from my mouth as he pulls back a little before pressing forward, feeding me his cock inch by inch until our bodies are flush and I feel impossibly full and complete.
“Not a virgin,” I mutter.
“Wait, what?”
“I wondered if I was a born-again virgin. Glad to report no.”
Theo chuckles. “Didn’t know that was a concern.”
Nash leans his forehead against my own, keeping my eyes hostage. “You are so fucking beautiful, it hurts to look at you. And yet, I can’t look away.”
“I’ll make you a deal,” I breathe, tugging on his hair. “If you don’t look away, I won’t.”
His lips lift. “Deal.”
“Seconded,” Theo rumbles.
Nash withdraws, igniting every nerve ending as he torments me with the slow glide of his flesh against mine. I’m so close I could scream.
He sinks back inside, and my breath catches at the impossible fullness.
“You good?” he checks. It’s the sweetest freaking thing he’s ever said or done—checking in while holding my body at his mercy.
“Always.” So long as I’m with them, I will always be good.
“Can you take more?”
Can I? I’m happy to die trying. I blink and nod once. He raises an unimpressed brow. “Yes.” I swallow as he expands in width, not length, watching me for any sign of pain. There’s a whisper of it, but if anything, it heightens what’s happening between us.
Nash gazes between our bodies. “You were made for us.” His words are full of wonder, as if he’s shocked but on the verge of acceptance. I can feel the slither of his soul tangled against mine, refusing to let him be free of me. He did this when he wished me back to life and gifted the universe with his deepest fear—that he would never love again.
“Play with her breasts, brother,” Nash demands.
Theo’s hands slide obediently across my chest, cupping and massaging them while interspersing with pinches that make both Nash and me hiss.
I wriggle in Theo’s lap. “I need you to move.”
Nash’s smile is wicked, like he’s been waiting for exactly this moment. He rears back and punches his hips forward, testing my limits. I cry out, but not from pain. This is pleasure in its purest form, our bodies doing what they were made for.
“More.”
Nash sets a punishing rhythm, and I am helpless to do anything except surrender to his arms. My back arches as he rubs against something deep and unbelievably good.
“You want to come?” he asks through gritted teeth.
I give him an unimpressed stare. Is Charming a founding member of the Fancy Foot Fetish Club? “Yes.”
He presses his thumb against my clit, buries himself inside my body, and circles it once, twice. My hands land on Theo’s outer thighs and a scream tears from my throat as I convulse around him. He gazes at me like I’m the most fascinating creature he’s ever seen.
