I drank her in. “I have no fuckin’ clue.”
“Come here.”
Powerless to refuse, I pushed off the wall and rounded the bed, reaching for her without a second thought.
The first kiss we’d ever shared had been a revelation we’d all seen coming a mile off.
The one we shared now was a reawakening, breathing life into the parts of me I thought I’d lost for good in that fuckin’ river.
I hauled her soft body against me, plundering her mouth, swallowing every aching sound she made, my rough palms searching out her beautiful tits.
My jeans grew too tight, my head spinning out as I forgot to breathe.Orla.My woman. Myqueen. Was there anything better than this?
In the bathroom across the hall, the shower shut off. My heart jolted, reminding me that even something this glorious could be more perfect.
Nash.
Damn. Somewhere between my bike and Orla chucking her bra at me, I’d lost track of him, and my every sense was on high alert as his footsteps drew closer.
The bedroom door creaked.
Then I felt heat at my back and I knew he’d closed the distance between us. Knew he’d stopped, unsure of his place, even though the naked woman in my arms had been his far longer than she’d been mine.
My lips were still fused to Orla’s, her leg hooked over my hip. I was dressed, but to him it must’ve looked as though I was a heartbeat away from fucking her.
And he wouldn’t have been wrong.
But I needed him first. Needed to kiss him. Touch him.
Fuckin’seehim.
I reached a wild hand behind me and found nothing but air.
Then strong, tough fingers looped around mine and another crack in my soul healed over.
I tugged on his hand and he stepped around me, gaze as gentle as it was heated, his innate calm seeping through the uncertainty hazing his soft stare.
He eased Orla’s mouth from my kiss and claimed her for himself, wet and messy, his grip on my hand strong and warm.
Then he drew back and gripped her chin, guiding her back to me, leaving me lost in her perfect kiss, but craving his.
Her leg was still over my hip, her balance reliant on me. I’d have fuckin’ died before I let her fall, but fatigue and desire swayed me on my feet.
I picked her up, spinning towards the bed, sacrificing Nash’s hand to lay her on the silky sheets.
The bed was unmade. Couldn’t say why that sent a jolt of heat through me, but it fuckin’ did.
I set her down, drowning in her dark gaze, the low light of the room casting her body in warmth. Her inked skin and soft belly.
Those fuckin’ tits.
The long legs that widened as I loomed over her, drawing me in.
I was still dressed, but stopping to shed my clothes didn’t cross my mind.
It didn’t have to. Nash pressed up behind me again and pulled my shirt over my head, the scars on my back, old and new, right there for him to see as he loosened my belt and eased my jeans past my hips.
I stepped out of them, kicking them away.