Page 68 of The Betrothal

“Distraction.” Shutting myself away would only have me spiralling further, a guaranteed meltdown.

“Apple turnovers?” Izzy was smiling tentatively. She’d returned to the baked goods on the workbench and lifted the plate in offering. “The sugar might help too?” The hope in her voice was beyond adorable.

“I think we can offer him something sweeter than pastry.” Seb reached for Izzy and she took his hand without hesitation, allowing him to tug her around the table and in front of him where he tucked her between his legs.

She twisted to look at him and he placed a feather soft kiss on her mouth before taking hold of her jaw and turning her to face me.

“Why don’t you have some sugar, Benji?” As always Seb managed to infuse a sense of utter debauchery into his words. It was a skill of his and it never failed to get a reaction from me.

I hesitated for a fraction of a second before I closed the distance, pulling up just short of where Seb’s knees bracketed her small form.

Her pupils had dilated slightly, reacting to the body contact from Seb and the innuendo he was selling. My eyes caught on her lips, pale pink and full, they tilted into a small, shy smile.

Seb’s fingers released her jaw, his index finger seeking her lower lip and dancing gently across it earning a small gasp from her, I felt a kick of arousal when I saw her tongue dart out to run over the pad, earning her a dark chuckle from Seb.

His emerald eyes were now hooded and I knew Izzy would be experiencing the telltale press of his erection into her back.

She turned him on something fierce. I was thrilled to find not a drop of jealousy, not only because she did the same to me, but because Seb was nothing if not direct. He’d already told me what he wanted. Every single fantasy of his included the both of us, and mine were quickly revolving around both of them. Alone. Together. Any way I could get them.

Seb sighed as he removed his hand from her lips, sliding his fingers down her arms to capture her wrists which he placed carefully on his legs. “Hands here, Killer. Ben will let you know when he wants you to touch him.”

I saw her fingers flex into his muscled thighs and the responding smirk dancing over Seb’s features. He would be loving this.

“What if I can’t?” Her question was whispered.

Seb responded by running the back side of his fingers over the curve of her waist causing her to jolt. “If we can’t be trusted with our hands, then we won’t be permitted control of them.”

She gulped, the movement of her throat captivating.

Her skin was so pale, so beautiful. I wonder if Seb has marked it yet?

I moved between Seb’s knees, keeping a fraction of space between Izzy’s body and mine, and watched her eyes roving over me before she turned once more to check in with Seb, but his smirk only turned devilish and he turned her back to face me.

“Do I need to hold you still?” His words were whispered over Izzy’s ear but I shuddered as if it were over mine.

Gulping I raised my hand to her braid, gently lifting the length between my fingers. It was as soft as I had expected. I then released it and ran my knuckles gently along the underside of her jaw. I wanted to cup it in my hand, but I wasn’t there yet.

Her chest rose in panting inhales and a surge of arousal thickened my dick inside my joggers. I needed to know if she was wet inside hers.

I looked down, my eyes following my mind, and Seb chuckled. He knew.

I allowed my fingertips to make contact with her jumper. The material was soft and oversized, but still I could feel the curve of her breasts despite the swathes of fabric, the tapering of her waist and the swell of her hips, then I stopped.

Her short breaths were more akin to light pants now and the realisation had me smiling.

She was into this. I didn’t know why I’d doubted it after the other night, but I had no data for this situation so I simply couldn’t support it as an option.

Seb’s hands met mine and guided our fingers over and inside the joggers. His fingers slipped between mine, both finding bare skin.

“Your Sugar has arrived unwrapped, Benji,” he drawled.

I heard the stutter of my breath but had no time to think about it because Seb’s journey hadn’t stopped.

Her skin was so soft, sensitive – the caress of our joined fingers had tremors wracking her small frame and from the corner of my eye I saw her fingers bunching on Seb’s legs.

Our fingers found the apex of her legs, curling over the inside of her thigh and travelling upward where we met the evidence of her arousal. My stilted breathing matched hers. I closed the space between us until my erection brushed against her stomach, the gentle pressure making me groan.

Seb’s hand disappeared, leaving me caressing the outside of her centre, gently moving inwards.