His mouth brushes mine again, then my jaw, then the hollow of my throat. He trails lower, kissing across my collarbone, over my bra.
He unclasps my bra with a quiet flick of his fingers and slides the straps down my arms. His lips are soft on my nipples before he sucks one into his mouth.
I shudder and feel a strong pull down low.
Boone’s hands find me. One stays planted on my thigh, the other spread low across my stomach. He doesn’t speak, but his touch tells me everything. He’s claiming me even though he lets Finn move first.
Jonah’s fingers trail down my arm as he waits his turn.
Finn kisses lower, mouth brushing the underside of my breast, then lower still. He presses kisses to my stomach, to each hipbone. Then he nudges my legs apart with a soft squeeze to my thighs.
He leans in and kisses the top of my thigh. When he finally lands between my legs, he breathes in my scent. His fingers part me gently, and his tongue moves in slow, tender strokes.
Boone’s hand tightens on my stomach. Jonah brushes hair from my face as he kisses my temple. I turn into him instinctively, head tilted into the comfort of his touch while Finn worships my aching pussy.
“You taste so fucking good,” Finn says softly before he dives back in.
I gasp when he sucks gently on my clit. My hips rise, and he groans like he can’t get enough. Boone slides his hand up to my breast and cups it, thumb brushing my nipple until it tightens under his touch.
I don’t know where to put my hands.
I want to touch all of them.
I want to feel everything.
Jonah seems to read my mind. He threads our fingers together and brings my hand to his chest, pressing it over his heart.
“I’m here,” he whispers. “We all are. No one’s letting you go.”
Tears sting behind my eyes.
Finn’s tongue works faster, circling, sucking, dragging moans from deep inside me. My body tightens. I’m close—so close. It’s all so good. Their hands, their mouths, the heat in Finn’s voice when he whispers, “That’s it. Just like that, baby.”
I come with a cry, legs shaking, body arching as pleasure takes me to the highest high.
Finn doesn't stop. He eases me through it, licking me gently, mouth soft now as he kisses the inside of my thigh.
“You are everything,” he says. “Everything.”
He kisses his way up my body, up my stomach and chest, until he’s hovering over me. He presses his forehead to mine. “I love you.”
“I love you too.”
He reaches down and slides his cock against me, dragging it through the wet heat of my folds. He presses in slowly. My breath catches, and his lips catch mine.
His hands cradle my face as he rocks into me.
“I’ve got you,” he whispers. “I’ve always got you.”
He kisses me through every thrust. He’s not just chasing pleasure—he’s pouring something into me with every movement. His hand cradles the back of my head. His other palm slides down to my waist, anchoring me beneath him.
I reach for his shoulders, fingers digging in as he rocks deeper. My body is still trembling from my orgasm, but he’s not backing down. He’s not letting go until he’s given me everything.
“I love you so fucking much,” he says.
His hips jerk, rhythm faltering. I know he’s close. His eyes close tight before opening and looking directly into mine.
“Come inside me,” I whisper.