Page 42 of Poisoning Ivy
"By quirks, do you mean murder?" I say it lightly enough that it could be a joke, but I mean it seriously.
"No." Monty chuckles, dropping the strand of my hair he's been rubbing between his fingers and wrapping an arm around me to settle closer. "More like his self-harm tendencies. The fact he never spoke much until he was a teenager. The matter of his sexuality."
I raise an eyebrow, curious about hearing Killian's sexuality described as aquirkrather than a part of him.
"Sorry," Monty shrugs, recognizing the bluntness. "It's just, my own parents gave me a hard time for being interested in men as much as women. They thought it was a phase, you know? Said the three of us were just too close."
I haven't seen a lot of Monty's parents over the years, but I remember his mother, a small woman with worry lines pulling at her fair skin and his father, similarly small but with a no-nonsense persona. I've never heard either of them speak a single word, and while I imagine his mother must speak English since she’s decidedly white, I always kind of assumed his father just didn't speak it.
"Is it just a phase?" I ask, reaching up to trace the bow of his lips. "Or is it just them?"
"I don't know." He says, his eyes searching mine like I can give him the answer to that. "Theo was always my best friend. I didn't think about it, and I don't think our parents questioned it. When Killian joined our crew, we became like brothers. But at some point, things shifted. It's hard not to love them, you know?"
I do know, actually.
"Things really started to shift after you came along, but as much as we all craved you, we all still yearned for each other."
I swallow, trying not to feel jealous at how simple it seems for them. "You make it sound so easy. You're just all... together."
Monty laughs. "It's never been easy. It's why Killian murdered Theo's parents. It's been better since then, but..."
"Killian? Murdered Theo's parents?" My eyes dart to the large man sleeping behind me. "Does he know?"
"Of course he knows." Monty chuckles. "How do you think Killian got in?"
"Fuck." I whisper around the lump in my throat.
"You knew he was a killer." Monty reminds me, yawning. "You saw him do it."
"I thought, maybe it was a one-time thing."
"No." Monty blows out a laugh. "Not a one-time thing. But he's really disciplined, able to control it rather than letting it control him."
I blink, not sure what I'm supposed to say to that. I don't have to worry about it, because Monty tips his head against my chest, burying his face in the sheets. A moment later, I feel his breathing even out with sleep.
I don't know when I follow him to sleep, but I wake up to a hand on my ass and Theo's hot breath on my neck. My eyes pop open, and I have to blink a few times to get a look at Monty, still asleep next to me while behind me, Theo is wide awake.
"Welcome home, Tiger Lily." A shiver rolls down my spine as his fingers trace up my thigh, but I don't know if it's because of his touch or because something in me preens at the wordhome. "I told him you'd be back."
"Told who?" I ask, rolling over to get a better look at him.
I'm surprised to see Killian standing over his shoulder, a gray tee clinging to his considerable muscles. He's definitely grown since the last time I saw him, both wider and taller... or maybe I just need to sit up. I move to do so, but Theo's hand wraps around my throat and he drives me back against the mattress before rolling his body overtop of mine, taking my breath with him.
"You slept in my bed all night without me, Bambi?" Killian tuts his tongue, and I turn my neck to see him shaking hishead slowly as he reaches for his belt, thick fingers unthreading the leather through the loops in his pants and sending a jolt of electricity through me.
"You slept next to me all night without me knowing?" Theo adds, his lips pulled down into a frown as his eyes rove my face. "You should have woken me up, Tiger Lily."
"I—" My breath stutters as his mouth hovers over mine. "You looked so peaceful."
"Not as peaceful as I would have been if I knew you were beside me."
He cuts off any attempt to say anything back to that, his lips falling upon mine gently, his tongue swiping along the seam of my mouth to give him entrance. He kisses me slow, and for a minute, I think that's as far as this is going to go. But then I feel his hand on my hip, his fingers in a slow caress before he's tugging at the elastic of my panties. Distracted as he is, he fumbles, and Killian comes to his rescue, tugging at the other side to free me of the little fabric pressed between us.
I arch my hips into his, needing the contact of his hot skin against mine. It's been too long since I felt their touch, their kiss. They reached inside me and broke me apart in their own wicked way, and I've been empty ever since.
His touch unleashes a roll of pleasure inside me when it lands between our bodies, testing the wetness between my legs... the wetness I know damn well is already pooling there and has been from the moment Theo rolled on top of me. I moan into his mouth as his fingers swipe over my clit once, twice, teasing a fire that will burn out of control if the sparks start to catch. He must enjoy the sound, or the taste of my moan, because he takes advantage, slipping two fingers inside of me with relative ease and ensuring that I know no matter how gentle he's being right now, he isn't going to take things slow.
I can feel his fingers buried deep inside me, my body clenching around them, desperate to hold him inside with the pleasure. He chuckles against my lips as he pulls back and then pumps in again, pulling more wetness out of me and setting a pace.
