Page 148 of The Betrothal

I located them in the living area, where a nest of blankets and cushions was arranged across the floor.

Ben saw me first. “The doctor is demanding rest and you said you didn’t want to be in bed.” He looked thrilled, pointing to the set-up. “So, we compromised.”

I lowered myself onto the temporary bedding. “Is this a mattress?”

“Uh-huh.” Seb crawled across, leaning to peck me on the forehead. “Still, not big enough for the four of us so I got the sofa.”

I didn’t hide my pout and he laughed.

“You’re holding back,” I complained.

Seb looked briefly conflicted. “I don’t want to rush you. Rest – remember?”

“I’ll use my words like a big girl if you do,” I argued.

Now it was Seb’s turn to pout, this must have been taking all his self-control.

“I can’t help but notice how keen you all seemed to be to ensure I had the luxury of choice. And yet here I am, being denied.”

Seb looked slightly aggrieved.

“Is that so…” Ben tucked himself beside me and Seb sulkily took up his agreed position on the sofa. “Tell us, Sugar. What now, then?”

Alex hovered by the sofa, still seemingly unsure.

Why were they all behaving like I was breakable?

“Do we have a pharmacy nearby?” I asked, decision made in my head. If they wouldn’t listen, I would show them. Still, I’d heard enough of Seb’s details about my pills to know what I was about to do came with increased risks.

Seb frowned deeply. “I can get you emergency contraceptives, Killer, but…”

I smiled warmly but didn’t wait for him to finish. I cupped Ben’s cheek, swinging my leg over his lap and then kissed him.

Ben kissed me back, opening his mouth and pressing his tongue to meet mine.

My kiss was soft but I poured all the words into it that I hadn’t said out loud.

Ben shuddered, dragging me close, arms wrapped around my waist.

Our kiss quickly turned hungry, Ben drawing his teeth across my lip, startling me.

An anguished groan from the sofa was all the warning we had before Seb’s hand collared my throat, lifting me from Ben’s lips.

His pupils were blown. His control wasn’t holding out.

He pressed a hard kiss to Ben who arched towards him, then he did the same to me.

“You’re so beautiful together.” His voice was rough.

Ben’s hips began to shift underneath me, the friction bringing my attention to the surging liquid heat in my centre. My choice to forgo underwear beneath the large t-shirt of Ben’s emboldening me.

I didn’t hesitate, slipping my hand between our bodies and running it over Ben’s erection.

He bucked up into me and I slipped inside his lounge pants. The moment my fingers found the smooth skin of his dick I whimpered.

I rose and I locked eyes with him, finding desperate hunger there and grinned, flicking him free of his clothing and lowering myself onto him.

Seb’s fingers flexed on my neck and I threw my head back when my hips came flush against Ben’s whimpering at the burning stretch.