Rocco brushed a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "You do now." She leaned forward and kissed Dante gently, and when she pulled back, she turned to Rocco and kissed him with thesame quiet tenderness. Neither kiss was about passion. They were about choice, trust, and a new beginning.
When she stepped back, she smiled at them both. "I think that this is the first decision I've ever made completely for myself." Rocco wrapped one arm around her shoulders while Dante took her hand again. Together, the three of them walked back inside the little cabin, closing the door against the darkness outside. For the first time in any of their lives, none of them walked into the future alone.
Lark
Lark wasn’t sure why she was so nervous, but she was. Maybe it was the fact that she had never been with a man before. Hell, before Dante kissed her, she had never even had her first kiss. And now, she was going to be with not just one, but two men.
“I have a confession to make,” she almost whispered as she watched Rocco stoke the fire. The great room was glowing with orange and yellow light from the fire, making everything look so comfy and safe. She felt at home in Rocco’s cabin, and that was new for her since her father’s house never felt like her home. It felt more like a prison.
“What’s that?” Dante asked. He sat down next to her on the sofa, and Rocco sat on her other side. They were giving her their full attention, and suddenly, she felt too hot to actually make words come out of her mouth.
“Lark,” Rocco whispered, taking her hand into his own. “You can tell us anything.” She knew that, but what she was about to share with them could change both of their minds about wanting her.
Lark closed her eyes and just blurted out the words, “I’m a virgin,” as fast as humanly possible. Both men stilled besideher, and she knew that the bomb that she had just dropped had rocked their worlds.
“Shit,” Dante breathed. “Of course you are. I never gave much thought to the fact that you were so sheltered and probably didn’t get to date.”
“I never dated,” she admitted. “My father wouldn’t allow it. He told me that I needed to remain pure for what he had planned for me. I never imagined that my first time would be with someone I cared about—let alone two someones.”
“You’ve never even been on a date?” Rocco asked.
Lark shook her head. “No.”
“Damn,” Rocco breathed. “You deserve better than this, Lark.”
“Better than what?” she asked.
“You deserve to be treated like a princess. You deserve flowers and dinner out—you know, a real date,” Rocco said.
“Instead, you got two men wanting to fuck you in a cabin,” Dante grumbled. “We’re idiots.” Lark had always liked Dante’s directness, but now it just made her hot. Hearing him say that he wanted to fuck her made her girl parts do things that they had never done before.
“You want to, um, fuck me?” she asked.
“Honey, if we wanted you any more, we’d all be in trouble,” Rocco growled.
“What if I said that I’d like for you to do that to me?” she asked. “Both of you.”
“We don’t have to do anything that you’re not ready for, Lark,” Dante assured. “We can take this as slowly as you need us to.” She had waited her whole life for this, and there was no way that she’d want them to slow down now.
“Nothing about the three of us has been slow,” she breathed. “I don’t want you to slow down. I want you—both of you, please.”She didn’t miss the look that Dante gave Rocco. It was as though they were trying to decide what their next move was going to be.
“You’re sure?” Rocco asked.
“I am,” she said. She leaned in to gently kiss Rocco’s lips, loving the growl that escaped his chest. He was so intense when he kissed her—like he couldn’t get enough of her.
When she finished kissing Rocco, she turned to Dante. He looked like he wanted to eat her alive, and God, he was sexy. “Your turn,” she whispered against his lips. She gently kissed him, and when he wrapped his arms around her and tugged her against his body, she knew that they were both going to give her exactly what she had asked them for.
“Fuck, you’re sexy,” Dante growled against her lips. “I promise that we’ll make this good for you, baby.”
“I know you will. I trust you—both of you.” She reached back to take Rocco’s hand, loving the way that it felt to be completely surrounded by the two of them. It was crazy to think of them as her men, but that was exactly how she felt about them.
“You’re wearing too many clothes,” Rocco whispered in her ear. He grabbed the hem of her shirt and tugged it up over her head. When he realized that she wasn’t wearing a bra, he sucked in his breath.
“See," Dante said, “sexy as fuck.” He grabbed handfuls of her breasts as Rocco kissed his way down her neck. They were touching and kissing her everywhere, and she was sure that she’d combust if they didn’t stop.
Dante laid her back and worked her sweatpants down her legs, leaving her completely bare between them. “I’m going to taste you, honey,” he growled. “Are you good with that?” She shyly nodded, and Dante wasted no time settling between her legs. He spread her open, pulling one leg over his shoulder as he kissed his way up her thigh.
She lay back against Rocco, and he dipped his head to kiss her. He wasn’t gentle. Nothing about the way that he was touching her and kissing her was gentle, and she loved that he seemed to know what she needed.
