Aiden helps her up so she can get to me, her face holding so much worry as she looks at the ones that mark my chest as if each wound is still open.
“Do they hurt?” she asks, her fingertips reaching out to follow the one that runs along my side, her touch so healing that I half expect the ridge to be gone when I next examine it.
“No,” I reassure her, letting her look. “They were a long time ago, little bird.”
She nods, but there’s fire in her eyes and a pang of need in my chest when she asks, “Who did this to you?”
My mouth dips to hers as I lift her up against me, close enough to whisper, “Ghosts.”
The three of us do finally make it to the bed. Thebigbed. The small distance quickly covered once Cypress started kissing me while I was in his arms, carrying me until he was at the edge of the bedframe and could lay me down in the middle of it. A mattress with soft sheets and a warm quilt at my back for the first time in months, and I hardly notice it…
Because Aiden is already waiting to drag me against him.
It’s a smooth handoff, one I feel more due to the change in intensity than anything else. Aiden is still running like rapids, while Cypress is the calm, easy current when he joins us both a moment later, stripped down so that my eyes can greedily take in every uncovered detail.
He’s leaner than Aiden, his wide shoulders and chest leading into tapered hips and long legs. Where Aiden is raw strength, Cypress is honed lethality. Everywhere I look he’s marked, but there’s a beauty in it. In his survival. In the softness he’s maintained even as life has done its best to harden him.
The words Cypress murmurs in my ear feel almost like a lullaby as my back fits against his chest while he sits with me in his lap, trembling and gasping as Aiden seeks me with bruising fingertips and an urgent mouth. The two of them heating my blood and quieting my cries in tandem.
I reach back and bury one of my hands in Cypress’s hair, holding on while Aiden’s mouth teases my nipples to hardened points, leaves a mark on the underside of my breast, making me shift and arch while Cypress’s equally impressive length presses hard and insistent at my lower back. Oh, God, how am I going to be able to take them both? How is it all I want to do?
Cypress reaches down to circle my clit with the pads of his fingers, firm but slow, as Aiden sucks another mark into my inner thigh and soothes it with his tongue before he finds my center, licking in a long, hungry drag just below Cypress’s persistent fingers. I gasp when Aiden’s tongue pushes into me a few moments later, moaning when he doesn’t stop.
“You’re so fucking wet, Cora,” he tells me, brushing the scruff of his beard against the inside of my thigh so I can feel it for myself. “So fucking perfect, rubbing your pretty cunt against my mouth like that.”
I don’t have it in me anymore to feel even the smallest amount of shame, too overwhelmed to do anything but tip my head back to meet Cypress’s mouth when Aiden’s thick finger replaces his tongue. He only eases it in at first, hardly to the first knuckle, but my mind goes blank to anything but the want to have him deeper.
“Please,” I’m begging into Cypress’s mouth, and he’s humming to me gently, circling harder over my clit with one hand while his other kneads my breasts. “Please, I need…”
“Know what you need, sweetheart,” Aiden mutters, lying on his stomach between my legs, easing my thigh to the side to open me wider as he pushes deeper. “Christ, you’re so tight.”
I’m panting as he lets me adjust to feeling more of him inside me before he starts thrusting his finger in and out. Waiting until I start chasing his movements before he adds another finger with the first, stretching me to take them. To take Cypress first just as he said.
“That’s it. Just like that,” he groans and presses another kiss to the inside of my thigh, driving his two fingers shallowly in and out, in and out, as I shift and moan and clench around them. The overwhelming feeling only intensifying when Cypress begins to roll my nipples between his fingers with one hand, rubbing my clit the exact way he helped me learn that I liked with the other. When at last Aiden picks up his pace, I can’t help the whine that escapes me, immediately shaking my head when he stops.
“No, keep going. Feels—feels good.”
“Then let me see you come, Cora. Be a good girl and come on my fingers,” he grunts, and he pushes another finger in, curling them this time instead of only thrusting. Stroking some spot inside me that makes my back bow and my breath catch until I break, my world tilting so much that I hardly notice that I’m moving, too. I open my eyes to see Cypress beneath me now, grounding me with his hands on my thighs as I straddle him with Aiden at my back.
“You ready, baby?” Aiden asks me, guiding my hips as Cypress lines himself up beneath me. “Going to take him nice and slow.”
“What if I—” My head falls forward when I feel the stretch of Cypress starting to press in, the scrape of Aiden’s teeth at my nape, and for a moment, I really do wonder how I’m going to bear it. “What if I don’t—” I nearly whimper. “What if I don’t want to go slow?”
Aiden huffs at the familiar words, one of his hands back at the base of my neck. “What if one of you actually do as I say? For once?”
“Not…as fun.” My voice shifts to a groan as I start to sink down,rolling my hips and working to take him deeper each time. My hands brace against Cypress’s chest when he’s halfway in, his thumb back on my clit to distract me, Aiden’s hands still at my hips to help me know how to move. “Oh,fuck—”
Cypress clicks his tongue in mock admonishment. “Such language she’s picked up.” He arches his hips, pushing deeper and making me say it again. “Wonder from where?”
“Cy, if you ever stop running your goddamn mouth…” Aiden mutters, then moans, and I tip my head back to look at him, only to see him watching over my shoulder where Cypress and I are joined. “Fuck, baby, you look so perfect taking his cock. How does he feel?”
“So good,” I moan back, adjusting again after the slight pinch. “Feels sogood. I’m—feels so full.”
“I know, it’s a lot, sweetheart, but you can take more of him. I know you can,” Aiden murmurs, still watching before Cypress leans up, fists his hand in Aiden’s hair, and yanks him down so that he can kiss him deep. Pressing me firmly between them, and God, I want to stay just like this. Just like this.
“She can take us,” Cypress encourages as he releases him and then brings his mouth to mine. “Was made for us. Just for us.”
I nod, letting him kiss me as he eases out and drinks down my cry as he thrusts back in until I have all of him. Then he starts to move and I realize that there’s so muchmore. So much more that I tumble off that cliff’s edge again within moments, coming so hard around him that I’m left trembling and out of breath.