For a split second, that old territorial instinct tries to surface. But then Lucy breaks the kiss, her head falling back against the door as she looks between all three of us with such trust, such want, that it stops my heart.
"Bedroom," she whispers. "Now."
I carry her down the hallway, the others following close behind. The sound of their footsteps, the whispered curses and heavy breathing, creates a symphony of anticipation that has my pulse racing.
My bedroom has never felt smaller. I set Lucy down gently, but my hands immediately go to the hem of her shirt, desperate to get my hands on her skin.
"Let me," Beau says, stepping up behind her. His fingers find the fabric, pulling it over her head with deliberate slowness that makes her shiver. The shirt hits the floor, revealing smooth skin and the delicate curve of her spine. I watch, transfixed, as he presses a reverent kiss to her shoulder.
"Your turn, Sheriff," she says, that hint of sass making me smile despite the need clawing at my gut.
I start with my badge, setting it on the nightstand with deliberate care. Then my shirt. Lucy watches every movement, her tongue darting out to wet her lips in a way that makes my cock throb painfully against my jeans.
Colt appears at her side, his hands skimming up her arms. "Look at you," he murmurs, voice rough with want. "So fucking perfect. Been wanting to get my hands on you like this."
Beau's hands work at her jeans, sliding them down her legs with worship-like reverence.
She steps out of the denim, leaving her in nothing but pale blue lace that makes my mouth water. But it's not just her body that has me captivated. It's the way she stands there, powerful in her vulnerability, like a goddess accepting worship from her devoted followers.
"Come here," I command, sitting on the edge of the bed.
She moves without hesitation, stepping between my spread thighs. My hands settle on her hips, thumbs stroking over the lace at her waist. "You tell me if you want to stop," I say, looking up into her eyes. "Any of us. Anytime. That's an order."
She nods, then shakes her head. "I don't want to stop. I want everything you can give me."
"Everything?" Colt grins, wicked and hungry. "Careful what you ask for."
I lean forward, pressing my mouth to the soft skin just above her breast. She tastes like sunshine and sin, and I can't get enough. My tongue traces the edge of lace, and she gasps, her fingers tangling in my hair with desperate strength.
Beau's hands smooth over Lucy's sides while Colt's fingers work at the clasp of her bra. The fabric falls away, and I have to close my eyes for a moment, overwhelmed by the sight of her.
"Look at me," she whispers, and when I do, she's smiling. Soft and tender and so beautiful it hurts. "We're okay. This is perfect."
I nod, not trusting my voice, and lean forward to take one perfect nipple into my mouth. She arches into me with a cry that goes straight to my cock, her hands gripping my shoulders like an anchor.
Colt's mouth finds her neck, teeth scraping against her pulse point. "That's it, shortie," he growls. "Let us hear how good we make you feel."
Beau's hands map the curve of her waist, his touch reverent but possessive. "Our perfect girl," he murmurs against her ear.
I switch to her other breast, tongue swirling around the hardened peak before sucking hard enough to make her whimper. Her hips rock against me, seeking friction, and I can feel the heat of her through the thin lace.
"Please," she breathes, the word barely audible. "I need... God, I need more."
"What do you need, sunshine?" Beau asks, his voice like velvet wrapped around steel.
"Everything," she gasps. "Your hands, your mouths. I want to feel all of you."
I pull back, my hands going to the waistband of her panties. "Lie down," I tell her, my voice rougher than I intended. "Let us worship you properly."
She moves to the center of the bed, and the sight of her spread out like a feast has my hands shaking as I work at my belt.
Colt is the first to join her, his mouth finding hers in a kiss that's all heat and desperation. His hands roam her body freely, mapping every curve with the familiarity of a man who's been dreaming about this moment.
"Missed this mouth," he murmurs against her lips. "Gonna kiss you until you can't remember your own name."
Beau settles beside her, his touch gentler but no less possessive. He traces patterns on her skin with his fingertips, each touch making her shiver and gasp into Colt's mouth.
"So responsive," Beau breathes.
