Locke grinned and let go of my hand to skate his palm up Nash’s spine and between his shoulder blades, coming to rest at the nape of his neck. “Tell me if your leg hurts.”
Nash laughed, awe and vulnerability bleeding from every facet of him. “You think I’m feeling any pain right now, brother?”
Locke’s gaze darkened.
He snapped his hips harder. Faster. Unleashing something wicked and jolting Nash enough that he had to grip the bed frame for balance. “Fuck.”
I was spellbound. Eviscerated. I kissed the moan from Nash’s lips, wrapping my arms around his neck, canting my pelvis to take more of him. As if he hadn’t already given me everything.
Another harsh groan bled from him, urging Locke on. Locke obliged, then he slowed, bending to wrench Nash’s head back, tearing our kiss apart to claim one of his own.
I remembered the first time I saw their mouths come together. The alchemy of it. The rough beauty, so vital and life giving, feeding my addiction to the two men I was so privileged to love. We were different people now, fresh scars inside and out, but... holy hell, this never got old.
“Keep fucking her,” Locke whispered, pulling away. “She needs to come again.”
I didn’t. Icouldn’t, surely. But Nash knew better. He found a new rhythm that stole my breath and hazed my vision all over again, all the while taking everything Locke gave him.
And Locke wasn’t gentle. He leaned in hard, pressing Nashdeeperinside me, leaving me dizzy and spiralling into something I’d never imagined when I’d pictured Locke fucking Nash in front of me.
Nash bit my breast, a sharp nip of his teeth that sent red-hot bursts of pleasure through my nerves. He found enough composure to slide a hand between us, searching out my clit, hounding it with a blunt, rhythmic pressure I couldn’t fight.
My legs began to shake, heat pulsing my blood. I’d come three times already tonight, but not like this. I’dnevercome like the climax barrelling down on me now, and a sound I’d never made before burst from my lungs, dissolving me into pure bliss.
I clung to Nash.
We clung to each other.
I reached wildly for Locke, and I found him, as if he’d always been there, holding us, guiding us.
Loving us.
I came, an out of body experience so titanic I lost myself, obliterated into a million shattered pieces.
Then it was over and I lay, stretched and flayed open, safe in the arms of the first man to ever love me.
The second man gave me a moment.
A long one.
Waiting.
For what, I wasn’t sure until he tipped me a filthy wink. Then everything changed, a new, feral energy descending, and I realised he’d been kind to me, easing me into something I hadn’t truly understood until this moment.
He shoved Nash down, flattening him to me, his chest to my chest, Locke’s hand still clenched in a brutal grip at his neck as he drove in hard, a drumbeat of pleasure in every slap of his hips.
I felt Nash’s entire body respond, his hands sliding for traction on the bed. But there was none. Locke had it all and I saw in Nash’s unseeing gaze how much they both needed that. Locke to command and Nash to obey, mindless and primal, as I struggled to breathe beneath them.
“Orls.” Nash choked out my name. “I fucking love you.”
“I loveyou.” I held him, knowing how this felt—the burn at the base of his spine, the elemental pleasure ripping him from reality. “And Ilovethat you love him.”
Nash pressed his face into my neck, a shout spilling from him—a shout that did something to Locke.
“Fuck. Nash. I’m gonna come in you.”
Nash groaned and erupted inside me, filling me with heat, taking all Locke had to offer while giving everything he had to me.
Scrappy.