I grabbed his thigh, his hip, I had no idea—yanking him closer. “I fuckin’ need you.”
For more than what was about to happen. I thought I’d spent the last decade learning not to need anyone, cos at any minute I’d be ripped away from them for good. But I’d failed cos I needed Logan. I needed my kids. And goddamn, I needed these two more than fuckin’ air.
Like Nash had needed me the night of the Sea Rave festival, and I’d spent a hot second showing him how a man could work magic with his fingers beyond the sweaty mess he made of Orla on a regular basis. He was a good student. A quick learner. He’d had it down fast enough that it was hard to remember there’d been a time when touching me had scared him.
It didn’t scare him now. He took me apart, sure of his path, sure ofhimself, and it was all I could do to keep fucking Orla, to hold a rhythm that made her cling to my neck, throw her head back andmoan.
The sound travelled through me. My hand went to her throat, my grip loose, cos I’d die before I hurt her. I slid my other hand from Nash’s thigh to hers and slowed the drive of my hips, waiting for him. For my brother. My lover. For my fuckin’ heart.
You hurt him.
Buried deep in Orla, the reminder rocked me.
She sensed the discord, the frisson of guilt, and brought her forehead back to mine, her raven waves cloaking my face, her heavy tits crushed against my chest. Her eyes a safe place most sensible men were scared of. “We love you.”
“I love you.” I had more to say, but coherent thought was cut off by Nash’s warm hand sliding along my jaw, coaxing me out of the cocoon I’d found in Orla’s hair.
He tipped my face to his, stealing my gaze from her. Holding it as the pulsing hardness of him eased inside me from behind, his abs cutting the distance between his body and the scarred mess of my back.
All the way in, he groaned, hooking an arm around my waist, the movement pushing me into Orla again, and the curse was internal this time—fuck, holy fuck—cos words were beyond me. At every turn in this fuckin’ journey, I’d been the experienced one, but this wild shit was brand new for all of us.
Forme.
Her. Him. Her. Him. They smothered me with their love, a marathon, not a sprint. I fucked Orla achingly slowly, gritting my teeth in pleasure before sensation forced my mouth open again.
Fuck.
Fuckin’ fuck.
I had rhythm.
Then I didn’t.
I stilled between them, letting them take over. Orla grinding down on me as Nash picked up the pace behind me, their hands and lips everywhere. Her sharp pants in my ear. His pulse hammering at my back.
It was overload.
It was perfect.
Fuck, it was... fuck. Nash drove a little harder. Orla shifted her hips, deepening the thrust of my dick inside her. She leaned back, gifting me the perfect view of where we were joined, and a thundering wave offuck yescrashed over me, obliterating everything in its path, even the buzzing motherfucker that now lived in my ear.
Nash groaned, a rough, desperate sound that came from his belly. The sweat on our skin melded his chest to my back and his leg fell over my hip.
I gripped his knee. The one that ached when it rained. I kissed him as I reached between me and Orla, finding the spot that made her go off as if I’d been doing it our whole adult lives.
It got messy.
It gotloud.
Hot friction became the only currency and Nash hit a spot that fuckin’shookme.
Buried deep in Orla, the double-edged pleasure of them both was too sharp—toomuch—and I couldn’t contain it. Hot static exploded behind my eyes. Colour and pain—the good kind. The best. I came like a motherfucker, and the pulse of my dick surging inside Orla tipped her over the edge.
“Jesus. Fuck.” It rippled through her, and I’d never seen anything as beautiful. Never felt anything as intense and emotional as Nash losing it behind me.
He shuddered through a shaking climax, face hidden in my neck, his whole body gasping for air. Unlike Orla, unlikeme, he was quiet. But I felt him everywhere, and for long seconds, it seemed like we’d be coming forever.
Back in the real world, it faded, leaving us in a pile of sweaty, shaky limbs.