Luke reaches her first, pulling her in, her laugh cut short as he kisses her.
I come in behind her, hands settling at her waist, my mouth finding her neck, that place that makes her shiver.
Reid joins us, steady, grounding, his presence slotting into place like it always does.
We slow without needing to say it.
This isn’t about urgency.
Not this time.
It’s something else.
An acknowledgment.
A line crossed that we’re not stepping back from.
When she told us she loved us, it shifted everything. I thought I’d have time to prove it, to show her what we could be. I had words ready.
But when she said it, I had nothing.
I don’t know if I said enough.
But I will.
We have time.
The rest—we’ll figure it out.
Right now, it’s just this.
Reid’s hand moves between her thighs, drawing a breathless gasp from her.
I lift her slightly, water sliding from her skin, my mouth closing over her breast, drawing her in slowly until she cries out.
Behind her, Luke’s hands move lower, teasing, coaxing her deeper. I feel the hesitation—and then the way she softens as he murmurs to her.
The sight of it, the feel of it—all of us around her—sends a slow, steady heat through me.
Not just wanting her.
Wanting this.
All of us. Together.
There’s more waiting for us. I can feel it.
But we’re not rushing.
For now, we move slowly, letting the moment stretch, the fading light settling around us like the beginning of something we’re only just starting to understand.
Sierra turns, her long blonde hair slick against her neck, clinging to the curve of her skin. As she faces me, her arms come around my shoulders, her eyes meeting mine with a certainty that still catches me off guard.
Her lips find mine.
Soft at first, testing, then deepening, her mouth opening against mine as she pulls herself closer.
I feel her body press against me, the heat of her skin, the hard peaks of her nipples brushing my chest as my pulse kicks harder, faster, my hands tightening instinctively on her waist.