Locke took his place, rolling me over, sliding into me from behind, his masculine grunt a carnal soundtrack to the heady wonder I watched unfold on Nash’s beautiful face.
Sharing me. He really did love it, as if splitting us open had made him whole.
Locke fucked me as hard as he ever did, being careful with that big dick.
Skilful.
I hit a peak, clenching around him as I came. Behind me, he groaned and shot wet heat inside me, but he was far from done. “Let him fuck you again and I’ll show you something you’ve always wanted to see.”
My hazy mindboggled.But I needed no encouragement to fuck Nash again.
I returned to my back, pulling him over me, patient while he arranged his legs, my reward his startled gasp as the slickness of Locke’s release guided him home.
We found ourselves in the same position we’d been in before. Nash fucking me senseless while Locke eyed us from the foot of the bed.
Don’t leave.
He wouldn’t. I knew that, and I knew the speculative expression his rugged face had fallen into. Like Nash, Locke was an easy man. He didn’t ask for much. Didn’t want it. Butneedran as rife in his blood as it did mine, and Nash was our kryptonite.
He’s still hard.
Shocker. Locke called himself an old man on a regular basis, but he had moregoin him than Nash and me combined. We’d tried to figure it out once—how many times he could come before his body gave out. I fell asleep without ever knowing the answer.
I wasn’t asleepnow. Endorphin-laced energy gripped me, Nash fucking me with long, deep strokes, his forehead pressed to mine, those baby-blue eyes a tender mess of love and ecstasy.
He’s alive. Sometimes I caught Locke staring at him as if he couldn’t quite believe it. I’d never had the stomach to askwhy.
“Orls.” Nash stilled, his fingers digging into my shoulders, his jaw unhinged.
I looked beyond him, to Locke and the bottle of lube on the bed. To the fist he’d wrapped around his cock, slick and ready.
They’re going to fuck.I’d been present for that before, but it had been the other way round, and Locke had been so close to slipping from our grasp that I’d seen only his haunted eyes. His heartache and fear as he’d scrambled for an oblivion deep enough to chase it all away.
I hadn’t seen the yearning that I saw in Nash now.
The anticipation.
Thethrill.
Locke moved closer. He did something I couldn’t see, and Nash grew harder inside me, dropping his head to my chest, his guttural groan rattling my bones.
“Easy.” Locke rubbed Nash’s back, oozing that special calm he often found when an inferno descended on us. “Take a breath.”
For a hot second, stillness surrounded us, peace, catching me off guard. Two things I’d learned from watching my boys together was that Locke was a hell of a lot rougher with Nash than he was with me. And that Nash loved it. Craved it.Neededit. But I’d never been here for this part, and my imagination had nothing on reality.
I’d always known this moment would burn me alive.
Locke straightened up a little. He caught my gaze. His stare blazed with the love and adoration Nash deserved. Then he took my hand, lacing our fingers together, and began to move, the cadence of his muscular hips pushing Nash deeper inside me. Pushingeverythingdeeper.
Higher.
Sharper.
I lost the ability to make a sound, transfixed by the ambient light scattering through Locke’s hair. The carved angles of his inked arms. His eyes, so bright in the daylight, so smoky in the dark.
He squeezed my fingers, his lips parting as he hunched over Nash, a low noise rumbling from his throat. “I love him.”
I eased Nash’s head up. “Show him how much.”