“If you want more,” Trey whispered near Ava’s ear, “you’re gonna have to ask for it, girl.”
She shivered as Magnus drew back, releasing her lips before meeting Trey’s gaze. The uncertainty made his hazel eyes darken. Trey couldn’t commit to everything—not yet—but he’d assured Magnus he wasn’t running. For now, he was willing to explore this with them.
The water was getting colder by the second, and he didn’t want Ava to get chilled, so Trey reached around and turned it off.
“Get her a towel,” Trey instructed when Magnus seemed rooted in place.
Magnus’s eyebrow arched, and Trey grinned. Who would’ve thought Trey would be the clear-headed one? Magnus was obviously too stunned to process anything at the moment.
Trey helped him along, stepping out of the shower and grabbing towels for all of them. He tossed two to Magnus, hoping the man would get with the program. It took a second, but he seemed to realize what he needed to do. Trey wiped the water from his own body as Magnus began to dry Ava. His movements were careful and slow, as though he was tending to a wounded animal. And all the while, Ava watched Magnus with her heart in her eyes and a flush to her cheeks. She wasn’t as fragile as they believed her to be. No, Ava March was strong and resilient. She was a fighter, and with time, Trey expected she would come into herself and surprise them all.
He wanted to be around when that happened.
When Magnus had dried Ava and himself, he took her hand and led her to the bedroom. Trey stepped back as they passed. He was debating whether to leave when Ava grabbed his hand, urging him to follow.
Trey stared at her backside as he walked, realizing there was something distinctly appealing about her petite body, the smooth rounded globes of her ass, her narrow waist, the flare of her hips. He found himself wanting to kiss along every curve, to see if her skin was as soft everywhere.
Perhaps if Magnus could get with the program, that would happen.
Or it wouldn’t.
Trey figured they had plenty of time. This was only the beginning, after all.
***
“Are you sure about this?” Magnus askedAva as they stepped into his bedroom.
She nodded.
“I need you to tell me,” he urged.
Although Magnus wanted nothing more than to feel this woman wrapped around him in every way, he wasn’t willing to rush it. And he didn’t want Ava to, either.
“More than sure,” she whispered, not an ounce of uncertainty in her tone.
“Then come here, sweetheart,” he growled low in his throat as he pulled her toward him. She bumped into him, her hands curling around the back of his neck as he leaned in for a kiss. Her mouth was sweet and soft, her sexy moans making his cock throb.
With his arm banded around her, Magnus took her down to the bed, moving over her but careful not to crush her beneath his weight. She continued to hold him to her, her fingers tightly curled behind his head.
He was aware of every beautiful inch of her beneath him. All that soft, smooth skin, her beautiful tits. He cupped her ass with one hand, sliding it toward her thigh as he settled his hips between hers. He loved the way her other leg wrapped around his. It brought them closer, his cock nestled at the juncture of her thighs. He could feel her slick heat against him, and it was enough to make his cock pulse and his spine tingle. God, he’d never wanted a woman the way he wanted Ava.
“I need to feel you against me,” he breathed over her mouth. “I want to be inside you.”
“Then you should be inside me,” she replied with a smirk.
Damn, she never ceased to amaze him. Magnus never would’ve figured he would be the one to get stage fright, but that was what had happened in the bathroom when he realized where they were headed. For a moment, he’d felt like a teenager with a hard-on and no fucking clue what to do with the damn thing. And here Ava was, encouraging him to claim her.
Her eyes danced back and forth over his face, and Magnus smiled, wanting to reassure her. His smile grew when she lifted her hips and caressed his cock with her slick pussy. He groaned low in his throat.
“In a hurry?” he teased.
“As a matter of fact…”
Magnus slid one arm beneath her back, pressed his lips lightly to hers. She kissed him softly, then squealed with laughter when he rolled to his back, taking her with him.
“Fuck,” he said with awe, staring up as she straddled his hips. “You look perfect just like this.”
The way she sat astride him, her tits ripe for the taking, those little nipples taut and inviting his mouth to savor. He was ready to indulge, to make this last all night, but the moment her cool fingers brushed over his cock, the laughter died. Magnus groaned because it felt so good for her to touch him.
