Her mouth finds mine, and when she pulls back, her breathing is uneven.
“Bedroom,” Callum says.
“Impatient,” Tania teases.
“Always.” He grabs her hand. “But also practical. Sandra will be here any minute.”
We head down the hallway—all four of us. Tania is between Callum and Evan. I’m behind them, watching her hand swing at her side. The ring catches the light with every step.
Tania’s already reaching for Callum’s shirt before we’re through the door. He grins and lets her pull it over his head.
Evan moves behind her. His hands find the hem of her sweater. “Arms up, Wifey.”
She lifts them. The sweater disappears.
I close the door. Lock it. Not because anyone’s here. Because this moment is ours.
Callum’s mouth is on her neck. Evan’s hands slide down her sides. She’s already breathing hard.
I cross to her and frame her face with my hands. “You’re sure about this? About us?”
“I’ve never been more sure of anything.”
I kiss her. Her mouth opens immediately. Soft and warm and wanting.
Callum’s hands are on her jeans now. Unfastening them and pushing them down.
Evan is unhooking her bra. She’s down to nothing in seconds.
I pull back and look at her. Flushed. Breathing hard. The ring on her finger, which shows the world we claimed her, and she claimed us, makes me even harder.
“Bed,” I tell her.
She climbs onto the mattress and kneels in the center.
Callum strips. So does Evan. I follow.
Tania watches all three of us. Her eyes drag over each of us in turn.
“Come here,” she says.
We do.
Callum reaches her first. His mouth finds hers while his hand slides between her legs. She gasps into the kiss. Evan movesbehind her. His hands cup her breasts. His mouth finds her shoulder. I kneel in front of her and spread her thighs wider.
“Silas.” Her voice breaks on my name.
“I’ve got you.”
I delve into her pussy. She’s already slick, and the taste of her arousal floods my senses. I flatten my tongue against her, dragging slowly upward until she whimpers.
Callum’s fingers tangle in her hair. Evan’s hands work her nipples, rolling and pinching until they’re tight peaks. I thrust my fingers into her pussy, curling them to increase her arousal. Her hips roll against my mouth, chasing the pressure, and I increase the suction on her clit.
She lets out a strangled sound, which tells me I’ve found just the right spot.
My tongue circles and flicks while my fingers pump steadily. Callum swallows her moans with a deep kiss. Evan’s teeth scrape her shoulder.
She comes with a sharp cry, her inner walls clenching rhythmically around my fingers. The pulsing is strong. I can feel each contraction as the orgasm rolls through her. Her thighs quake against my shoulders, and I work her through every aftershock, only easing up when she’s gasping and trying to pull away from the overstimulation.
