Shiloh leans against the bedpost, watching her with open hunger now, all the humor in him gone sharp and dark.
Reva swallows. “I can take care of myself.”
I nod. “You can.”
My hand slides higher.
Her inhale breaks clean in half.
“And yet,” I say, “here we are.”
This time when my thumb brushes over her seam, it’s deliberate. Slow. A firm press against her clit. She jerks and a sound slips out of her before she can stop it.
I do it again. A long drag this time, just enough pressure to make her body reach for more.
“You feel that?” I ask, watching her, spreading her wider.
She doesn’t answer. Her eyes are bright and furious and too wrecked to lie properly. Her breath shudders out.
Now there’s no pretending. She is open for me, for us, slick glistening between her folds, her clit swollen andbegging, the evidence of her arousal shining under the low light. Not imagined. Not assumed. Earned.
My finger slides through her once, collecting wetness.
“Fuck,” Shiloh mutters, appreciation rough in his voice.
Ever’s mouth finds the spot just below her ear. “That’s our girl.”
A violent flush climbs her throat.
“Tonight,” I tell her, circling one fingertip around her clit without touching it directly, “you don’t get distance. You don’t get to disappear inside that beautiful head of yours and pretend none of this matters.”
Her hips lift, chasing contact. I move away. A curse falls from her mouth.
Shiloh smiles. Ever’s hand tightens at her waist.
“You stay right here,” I continue, “with all three of us. And you feel it.”
I flatten my tongue against the inside of her thigh instead of where she wants me. Kiss my way up, stop short, then breathe over her cunt until she trembles hard enough that Ever has to brace her more firmly against his chest.
“Nash,” she says, and it’s not a warning. It’s a plea she hates.
I look up at her through my lashes. “Yes?”
Her mouth opens. Shuts. Nothing.
I smile faintly and drag one knuckle through her slick again, watching her fall apart from that alone.
“You don’t get to leave us again.”
Next to me, I hear Shiloh exhale through a grin. Hear Ever shift and settle closer at her back, his lips at her shoulder, his body a wall of heat and steadiness. Reva’s pulse is frantic now. Her thighs are shaking. Every inch of her is waiting for me to stop talking and give her something real.
I could.
Instead I hold her there, right on the line, and say, “If you don’t want this, say it now.”
“No.”
Immediate. Breathless. Real.
