“Come,” he mouths and that, combined with Theo’s mouth and his hands, causes me to explode.
I barely contain a cry of ecstasy as my back arches and pleasure rushes over me. My pussy clenches hard around Theo’s fingers, almost trying to suck him in as I grind against his hand. I’m coming so hard, stars burst across my vision and it’s all I can do to just hang on and enjoy the ride of my life.
I’m not sure if it’s seconds, minutes, or hours before I regain my senses. Theo is cuddled up against me, pressing light kisses against my cheeks, forehead and nose. I sigh, exhausted but sated, and for the first time in a long time, I’m completely relaxed. My mind is quiet and there’s no guilt or fear gnawing at my insides. I feel... content.
The power of a mind blowing orgasm cannot be understated.
Theo pulls back and smiles down at me. “Are you back in the land of the living?” he asks, male satisfaction thick in his voice as he brushes back strands of my hair from my face.
“Yeah, thanks for that,” I mumble, unable to keep my eyes open as I blink up at him. Fuck, I’m so tired.
“You’re welcome,” he chuckles and presses a soft kiss to my forehead.
I flick my eyes over to Rhys. He’s rolled over, his back to us and for a moment, worry seizes my chest. However, before it can take hold, Theo strokes the side of my face.
“Get some sleep, Ollie. You need it. Whatever you’re worried about can wait until tomorrow,” he says in a low, soothing voice as he continues to press soft kisses against my forehead.
I frown. “What about you? Don’t you need to come, too?”
He shakes his head. “Don’t worry about me. That was all for you. Just rest. There will be other chances.” He hugs me close, the warmth of his body sinking into mine as he strokes my hair.
I sigh and close my eyes, allowing the comfort of being held to wash over me. That, combined with the bliss from my orgasm, is enough to push my troubles aside and lull me into a peaceful sleep.
Trust Me
Theo
Idon’t dare moveas I cradle Ollie’s sleeping form against my side, unable to tear my eyes away from her.
What she gave me tonight is a gift. It’s not just the way she fell apart for me as I fucked her with my fingers—which will forever be seared in my mind—but the trust she put in me. For the first time since we met over ten days ago, she didn’t run or hide. Instead, she lowered the walls around her heart and bared herself to me.
She’s so fucking strong; stronger than I think any of us give her credit for. The things she’s endured and the way she constantly pulls herself out of the pit of despair and terror pressing down on her is awe-inspiring. And she does it all while retaining her fire, loyalty and a delightfully twisted sense of humour.
If I wasn’t falling for her before, I am now. There’s no doubt in my mind that I want this woman to be mine. And if tonight is anything to go by, at least some part of her wants me to be hers.
Now I just have to convince the other two stubborn idiots that the four of us together will work.
I carefully shift my shivering body to find a more comfortable position while trying not to jostle Ollie too much and wake her. Unfortunately, the hard, cold shop floor offers little comfort or protection from the freezing temperature in the air. I could move and go back to my own sleeping bag, but I don’t want to. Ollie needs the sleep more than I need to be warm and comfortable right now.
“Here,” a gruff voice says to my left. I jerk my head over to see Rhys standing above me, my sleeping bag and inflatable pillow in his hands. “Lift your head.”
I do as he says, and he slides the pillow underneath, offering me at least some comfort and support while I continue to hold Ollie. “How long have you been awake?” I ask him with a sigh as he drapes my sleeping bag over me.
“A while. You two weren’t exactly quiet.” His amber eyes flick down to Ollie, telling me without words that he watched me finger fuck her.
Interesting. “I didn’t realise you’d picked up voyeurism as a kink.” Rhys has never sat back and just watched. He always had to be the one running the show, so this passiveness is new. I’m not sure I like it, especially if he’s using it to keep his distance and deny his mutual attraction to Ollie.
Rhys grunts as he sits down on his sleeping bag, his eyes still on Ollie’s sleeping form. “Neither did I.” His hands twitch on his thighs, almost like he’s stopping himself from reaching out to her. “She’s something else.” I can hear the awe in his voice.
I smile softly down at the sleeping woman in my arms. “Yes, she is. I take it you heard her confession, then?”
He nods, his eyes still intent on her, like he can’t bring himself to tear them away. I don’t know how he can cling to his denial when he looks at her like she’s his entire world.
“Did she know?”
“I don’t think she knows I listened to her, but she knows I watched.” He smirks smugly at me. “She came when I told her to.”
I chuckle. I bet his dominant side is practically giddy at that, especially with how much Ollie likes to push back against his orders. “Ah. I did wonder what sent her over the edge.” It seems our princess is not only submissive, but a bit of an exhibitionist. Alex will be pleased.
