Pressure ignites a dull ache in my back opening, stretching and filling. Cole sinks deeper, his fingers biting against my hips. It doesn’t take long before the sting ripples into languid pleasure.
Cole bears down with gentle, shallow strokes, shooting supernova tingles through my sensitive tissues. It feels so damn good it’s almost too much. Too many sensations. Too much fullness.
Trace’s eyes tell me he feels it, too. He brushes the hair from my face and feathers his fingers down my neck, rocking against me in a hypnotic rhythm.
They’re inside me. Both of them. Physically. Emotionally. The mattress beneath me disintegrates and time ceases to exist. I only feel. Them, us, joined in a way I never thought would happen and may never happen again.
“How are you doing?” Cole brushes his lips against my back.
“I might die if you don’t move faster.”
I don’t have to ask twice. He rolls into a swift grind, sliding his cock in and out and matching the rhythm of Trace’s thrusts.
Trembling and boneless, I lean forward and rub my hands over the muscled physique beneath me. My hair falls around my face as I lick the grooved valley at the center of Trace’s chest, kissing and nuzzling, awash in bliss.
Cole’s scruffy whiskers and warm breaths caress my back as he fucks me slowly, teasingly, like he doesn’t want to rush it.
Focusing my attention on Trace, I memorize the sharp angles of his clean-shaved face. Golden hair, straight nose, kissable scowl—he’s irrationally beautiful with his soulful blue eyes studying me the way I study him.
“Are you good?” I pant breathlessly, gripping his shoulder against an onslaught of pleasure.
“Trying not to come.” A muscle flexes in his cheek.
“You need to hurry, baby.” Cole hooks an arm around my waist and yanks me to a sitting position.
With my back against Cole’s chest and my legs spread around Trace’s hips, my clit is exposed and throbbing. Trace presses a thumb against it, rubbing circles and applying precise, consistent pressure.
My head falls back on Cole’s shoulder, his mouth at my ear, letting me feel every hot moaning gasp as he strokes his cock in and out of me. Then he grips my jaw and yanks my mouth to his. The kiss is hard, wild, and all-consuming. It’s more than I can bear.
I plunge fast, breaking the kiss and screaming out. Powerful, violent, the orgasm cleaves through me, splitting me open and moving me in a profound state of oblivion. Stars blot my vision as they grind their hips, speed up the pace, and join me.
Panting breaths, groaning shouts, and fingers bruising my flesh, they come together, apart, whatever they may be. It’s glorious. Unforgettable. A dream in the flesh.
I collapse on Trace’s chest, light-headed and spent. Cole falls on his back beside me and drops a forearm across his eyes, breathing heavily past parted lips.
Trace cradles my cheek with a warm palm and strokes his thumb across my mouth. I kiss it, grasp his wrist, and hold on. I don’t want this to end. I’m afraid of what comes next.
“I hope you didn’t do this for me…for my birthday.” I glance at Cole and return to Trace. “Did you plan this?”
“No.” Trace untangles his hand from mine and rolls us to our sides. “It wasn’t planned.”
My head jerks back. Trace Savoy just engaged in an impulsive, unintentional threesome? How very free-spirited of him.
Cole shifts to the edge of the bed and grabs his shirt from the floor. With a hand on my shoulder, he pushes me to my back and uses the shirt to clean between my legs. He does the same with himself and tosses it. Not once does he glance at Trace. Maybe I’m imagining it, but the awkwardness is already creeping in.
“When we got home tonight, you both seemed to be on the same page.” I rest my head on Cole’s chest and a hook a leg around Trace’s thigh, desperate to keep us joined. “But you didn’t talk about it beforehand?”
“Not exactly.” Cole pets my hair, his breathing returning to normal.
“I made the decision in the car,” Trace says in an icy tone, at odds with the soothing way he caresses my thigh.
“Same.” Cole’s hand tightens in my hair.
They didn’t even look at each other in the car. Did they have a telepathic conversation? I have so many questions, but if I start interrogating them, this delicate peace between us will evaporate.
I lie still, absorbing the touch of fingers on my skin, the rasps of sated breaths, and thrum of love beating between us, knowing I’ll never find this with anyone but them.
Too soon, Trace lifts my leg off his, sits up, and captures my gaze.
“This was a one-time thing, Danni.” His eyes turn to frozen glass. “It will never happen again.”
My breath hitches, and my hackles bristle. “I didn’t ask for it. In fact, when I opened my mouth, you told me to shut the fuck up.”
“You didn’t have to ask for it.” He rises and strides toward the bathroom. “You wanted it.”
“Don’t do that to her,” Cole shouts, launching off the bed. “This isn’t her fault.”
Trace closes the door behind him and locks it, freezing us out.
Fault. There can only be fault if a mistake was made.
The shower sounds behind the door, and my chest turns to ice. I cover a hand over my mouth to stifle the quiver in my chin. Don’t you fucking cry, Danni. All the tears in the world won’t fix this.
“How did this happen?” I ask, more to myself than to Cole.
“That?” He points at the bathroom door and returns to the bed. “I don’t have time to list all his problems, but the one he suffers from the most begins with ass and ends with hole.”
“I’m serious, Cole.” It feels like my heart is sinking into my stomach.
Lying on his back, he pulls me into his arms and wraps the sheet around us. “Let it go.”
“No.” I snap my head up, glaring at him. “I can’t just…just chuck this in the fuck it bucket. What we’re doing to one another is heartbreaking.”
He returns my stare for a long moment before releasing a sigh. “I’m pretty sure he thought I was going to break the rules tonight.”
“Were you?”
“Yes.” He looks at me with unflinching eyes. “He knew he wouldn’t be able to stop me.”
“If you can’t beat them, join them,” I mumble sadly.
“Or control them. He participated because he couldn’t fathom me making love to you without his almighty hand involved.”
I love Trace’s almighty hand and his control, but not at the risk of hurting him. “Did he tell you this?”
“I know him, baby. Better than you do.”
As I turn that over in my head, I kick myself for not being as perceptive as Cole. If I’d known Trace wasn’t acting purely on passion, I would’ve stopped it from happening. Or at least tried to stop it. I have a hard time saying no to them when it comes to sex. It’s just not in my DNA. I bend, yield, surrender, and they shine in the power it gives them. That’s why we’re so good together.
Braced on an elbow, I trace a finger along the ridges of his abs. “Did you want the threesome?”
“No.” His muscles tense beneath my touch. “I had to block him out of my mind the entire time.” He runs a hand down the length of my spine. “I agree with him on that point. I’ll never do it again.”
He doesn’t say that he regrets it, but it’s there in the creases around his mouth. It feels a slap in the face.
Maybe I’m just emotionally and physically drained, but I can’t hold the dam on my tears. They rise fast, spilling down my cheeks, but I keep the sounds trapped beneath rapid swallows.
“Why did you do it?” I whisper.
“Because I love you. I want you.”
“I don’t understand why you want anything to do with me. I’m a mess.”
“I’ll take you messy and crying and in love with another man.” He hugs me against his chest and rests his lips on my head. “I’ll take you anyway I can have you.”
“That’s just it. You shouldn’t have to.”