Page 233 of Indulge
But that isn’t what this feels like.
I’m not just giving them my body. I’m giving them my mind, my soul. Every fractured, messy piece of me, and they’re giving all of themselves back in return.
This was never about having to choose. It was about my heart being claimed by two men who both hold it in their hands and have vowed to protect it.
Rowan slows his pace in my mouth, and I look up at him through heavy lashes.
“I need to come inside you, Bel,” he tells me, voice breaking with restraint.
He pulls out, and so does Reggie. His hand slides around my throat, pulling me upright until my back hits the solid heat of his chest.
“You’re about to be so fuckin’ full of us both. Is that what you need, my dirty girl?” he whispers against my ear.
“Please, Reggie. Sir. Please.”
Rowan lies back on the bed, one arm behind his head, eyes dark with hunger that borders on worship.
When Reggie releases me, I crawl toward Rowan, straddling him and lifting myself over his cock.
“That’s it, sweetness,” he murmurs. “Sink down on me.”
I do, inch by inch, feeling Reggie’s hands steady on my waist, guiding me as I take Rowan all the way in.
A sound tears from Rowan’s throat when I roll my hips. My palm finds his throat and my lips crash into his.
“Keep it nice and slow for now, Bella. Let me do this gently for you,” Reggie says from behind.
I tighten my grip on Rowan’s throat, and he coughs out a laugh, eyes burning into mine.
“We’ve got you, precious. Always.”
Then he kisses me again as Reggie’s mouth trails lower. His tongue finds my ass, and I shake, breath catching. The heat builds, pressure mounting as he pushes a finger in, then another, coaxing me open until I can barely breathe.
“I-I feel so full,” I whisper.
“You will,” Rowan murmurs, lips brushing mine. “But it’s going to be so good, Bels. Just relax.”
I focus on him, on the drag of his cock hitting the sweet spot deep inside me, on the safety in his eyes. And then slowly, carefully, Reggie pushes into me from behind.
A choked cry escapes me. My body tenses, freezes.
But then Reggie’s hands are on my hips, and Rowan’s thumb strokes my cheek, anchoring me.
“Good girl, Bella,” Reggie praises, his voice rough with awe. “Almost there. Breathe for me.”
I do. I let him take me, inch by inch, until I’m trembling and full and whole in a way I’ve never been before.
“Atta girl. Feel good?” he asks.
“Uh—almost,” I manage.
Rowan’s hand slides between us, his fingers finding my clit, circling with slow, precise strokes.
“Oh, fuck.”
“That’s it,” Rowan murmurs. “Come back to us.”
And I do. I let go completely, giving them all of me. I move against Rowan, the motion pulling Reggie along with me until the three of us find a rhythm that feels eternal.
