Page 61 of Stuck with my Mechanic Daddies

“Still nervous, babe?”

His voice was low, teasing, but there was something deeper beneath it. Something rough and unsteady, like he was barely keeping himself in check.

I turned slightly, my breath catching when I found Owen watching me, his gaze dark, unreadable.

He didn’t say anything. He didn’t have to.

The slow, deliberate way he reached out, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear, sent a shiver down my spine.

Ethan was behind me, his presence a steady heat against my back.

“We can stop,” he murmured, his lips just shy of my skin, “if this is too much.”

We.

The way he said it told me he already knew the answer.

I swallowed, my mouth suddenly dry. “I don’t want to stop.”

Mason made a sound—half groan, half chuckle—before he stepped in front of me, closing the space between us.

“Good,” he said, tipping my chin up with two fingers. “Because neither do we.”

Then his lips were on mine.

Slow at first, teasing, like he was testing me.

But when I didn’t pull away—when I leaned in instead—he deepened it, his hand sliding down to grip my waist.

A second later, Owen was there, his fingers brushing along the sensitive skin of my throat, tracing a path lower, lower.

His lips found the shell of my ear, his warm breath sending a shiver straight through me.

“You sure about this, Aurora?”

My head was spinning, my body caught in the pull of them, their touches, their heat.

I turned just enough to meet Owen’s gaze, my heart pounding. “Yes.”

That was all it took.

Ethan’s hands were at my hips, tugging me back against him. Mason’s mouth moved to my jaw, then lower, his stubble rough against my skin.

Owen’s fingers toyed with the straps of my dress, his movements deliberate, waiting for my permission.

I exhaled shakily, tilting my head back, giving in to the moment, to them.

And then the teasing was over.

The tension snapped like a live wire.

Ethan dropped to his knees, his eyes dark with hunger as his hands slid up my thighs, parting them with ease.

A sharp, needy breath caught in my throat, my body already responding before I could think.

Owen’s hands tightened on my waist, pulling me back against the solid heat of his chest, his grip both possessive and patient.

Mason, ever the tease, trailed his fingertips along my collarbone, featherlight touches that sent a shiver rippling through me.

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