Page 93 of Light My Fire Three Times
I don’t want it to end…
The night air nips at my skin when we step outside, colder than I expected, but before I can shiver, Jesse’s already draping his coat over my shoulders.
“Can’t have you freezing in that dress,” he says with a smirk, but there’s a softness underneath it, like he’d give me the shirt off his back if I asked.
Karl’s already jingling his keys, practically bouncing on his heels, buzzing with the kind of energy that comes after a good night out. Leo, on the other hand, just takes my hand gently. His palm is warm, steady, anchoring me against the chill.
The ride home is quieter than the drive out. The radio hums with some low country ballad, the kind that makes your chest ache if you listen too hard. Karl’s drumming on the steering wheel, Jesse’s leaning back with his eyes half closed, and Leo hasn’t let go of my hand.
Every so often, Karl glances at me in the rearview mirror and grins as if he knows precisely what’s spinning in my head.
Jesse cracks one eye open to toss in a snide comment when Karl misses an exit, and Leo squeezes my hand gently whenever the silence stretches too long, like he’s telling me without words:you’re not alone.
By the time we pull back into Coyote Glen, my cheeks ache from smiling, my heart is a tangled knot of nerves and hope, and I don’t even know how to say thank you without it sounding too small for what the night was.
Karl kills the engine, twisting in his seat to look at me with that lopsided grin. “Told you we’d knock you dead.”
Jesse leans forward. “And this is just the beginning, sweetheart.”
Leo’s eyes catch mine in the dark, steady and sure. “We’ll take our time. No rush.”
And between Karl’s grin, Jesse’s promise, and Leo’s quiet vow, I know I’m in trouble.
The best kind.
The porch light flickers when we step up to the door, like the universe whispering don’t do it,Olivia, danger ahead.
Do I listen? Absolutely not.
Karl unlocks the door, and the moment we’re inside, the air changes. The silk of my dress clings to my thighs as if it already knows it won’t survive the night. Karl spins around, his gaze devouring me whole.
“That dress should come with a warning label,” he growls, eyes dark and hungry. “Haven’t been able to think of a single thing except getting it off you.”
Heat curls low in my stomach.
Jesse tips his head, his smirk nothing short of sinful. “Pretty sure that was the point, wasn’t it? We chose it to ruin you in.”
“Mm.” Leo moans, but his eyes burn hotter than both of them. “You look incredible.”
And then he claims me. No warning, no hesitation. His mouth is fire against mine, demanding and consuming. My pulse stutters, then soars, butterflies turning into wild birds as his kiss rips the ground out from under me.
By the time he pulls back, Karl’s already behind me, teeth catching the silk strap of my dress. The scrape makes my knees weaken.
“Knew we should’ve picked something easier to take off,” he mutters, the strap sliding down my shoulder under his teeth.
Jesse’s laugh is wicked, low, promising. “That dress is a crime scene waiting to happen.”
Leo’s hand cups my jaw, tilting my face back to him. His kiss is slower now. He’s tethering me while Karl and Jesse circle, hungry wolves waiting to pounce.
My brain blanks. My body arches. I’m caught between three men who want me in three very different ways, and I want every single one of them.
Karl’s hands grip my waist, silk bunching in his fists. He’s reckless heat, all teeth and impatience. He’ll combust if he doesn’t have me now.
Jesse doesn’t touch. Not yet. He leans against the wall, arms folded, eyes glittering with the kind of anticipation that makes my skin prickle. He’s waiting for me to break, and he knows I will.
And Leo kisses me as if I’m sacred, even as his hand slides lower, steady but unyielding, claiming me. Worship and possession all in one.
“Too many clothes,” Karl snarls against my shoulder, teeth grazing. “Way too many.”
