Page 116 of Triple Play
“I know.”
“Do you?” I shift closer, my hand finding her hip through the thin fabric of her sleep shorts. “Because sometimes I think you don’t get it. What it does to us.”
“All of us,” Wyatt adds from the floor. His voice is low, controlled, but I can hear the want in it.
Jordie’s hand finds her other hip. We’re bracketing her now, and I can feel her breathing pick up.
“We’re in your parents’ house,” Elise whispers, but she’s not pulling away. “They’re right down the hall.”
“Then you’ll have to be quiet,” Jordie says against her ear, and I feel her shiver.
“This is insane,” she whispers.
“Probably,” I agree. My hand slides under her shirt—one of Wyatt’s actually—and finds bare skin. “Tell us to stop.”
Silence.
“Elise.” Wyatt’s sitting up now, I can see his silhouette in the darkness. “Say the word and we stop.”
“Don’t stop.”
Two words. That’s all it takes.
I kiss her and it’s not gentle. Can’t be, not with Jordie’s hands on her too, not with Wyatt watching from three feet away.
She makes that sound again—the one from her dream—and I swallow it.
My hand slides higher, finds her breast, and she arches into my touch. Jordie’s kissing her neck now, his hand sliding down her stomach, and she’s making sounds she’s trying desperately to muffle.
“Shirt off,” I tell her. “Now.”
She sits up enough for us to pull it over her head and then she’s bare from the waist up and all three of us stop breathing.
The moonlight through Jordie’s window catches on her skin, turns her into something unreal. But she’s solid and warm and here and ours.
“Stop staring and touch me,” she whispers.
I lower my mouth to her breast while Jordie works the other. She’s biting her fist to keep quiet and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
Wyatt’s moved closer, kneeling beside the bed now. His hand finds her ankle, slides up her calf.
His hand keeps moving. Up her thigh. Higher. And when his fingers hook into the waistband of her shorts, she lifts her hips to help him slide them down.
Now she’s completely bare between us and we’re all still mostly clothed and the power imbalance is doing things to me.
“You’re so perfect,” Jordie’s saying against her skin. “So beautiful.”
My hand slides between her legs and she’s already wet. Ready.
“All this from a dream?” I circle slowly, tease her. “Or from knowing all three of us want you?”
“Both,” she gasps. “Definitely both.”
Wyatt’s watching with dark, hungry eyes. “Can I—”
“Yes,” she cuts him off. “Whatever you’re asking, yes.”
He reaches up, runs his thumb over her bottom lip. She opens for him, takes his thumb in her mouth, and the three of us make identical sounds.
