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She’s a live wire in his arms, still sparking, still reeling, and he’s soaking up every second of the aftermath.
“How about we take this to the bedroom?” His voice scrapes out. “Let her take both our cocks like a good fucking girl. Let’s see how many ways we can split her open before she breaks.”
Her breath hitches, and Theo smirks against her neck. He sets her down gently, his arm locked tight around her waist to keep her from stumbling on shaky legs. Then he leans in, brushing his lips over hers in the softest kiss, a contrast to the words that just left his mouth.
“Come on, sexy girl,” he murmurs against her lips. “That was just Nate’s entrée. I haven’t had mine yet.”
Before she can even catch her breath, he hooks an arm under her thighs and scoops her clean off the floor. She lets out a soft gasp, limp and boneless in his hold, her head falling against his shoulder as if her whole body has given up on holding itself upright.
I follow them out into the hallway. Watching her draped in Theo’s arms, my chest tightens in a way I haven’t experienced since Bianca.
But with Quinn, everything feels different.
As I look at her, I don’t think I have ever seen her more beautiful than in this moment.
Chapter 21
Theo
Thehallseemslongerthan normal.
I can smell her on my skin as I carry her toward my room because if I’m gonna fuck her, it’s not happening on some random couch or someone else’s bed. It’s going to be in my room so I will never forget it.
Nate and I never bring chicks here.
That’s the rule. No groupies. No randoms. This is our house. Private. But Quinn isn’t some girl I picked out of the crowd with smeared lipstick and fake moans. She’s… more. I don’t know what the fuck that means yet. All I know is she belongs in my bed.
But my mind isn’t on her right now. It’s on Nate trailing behind us. On the words I let slip as if they weren’t a fucking bomb waiting to go off.
I can still hear my own voice in my head, telling him how fucking hot he looked eating her pussy. I’ve never said anything like that before, never crossed that fucking line. We’ve been shoulder to shoulder for years, toeing the edge, dancing around it without ever stepping over. The moment I saw him between Quinn’s legs, his mouth wet, his jaw working like he was trying to wreck her with his tongue alone, the words ripped out of me.
Because he looked fucking unreal. The focus in his eyes, the hunger bleeding through every move he made. It wasn’t Nate getting off on some girl. It was him, stripped down to the bone, giving himself to her completely. And it destroyed me.
Now my chest’s tight for a different reason, because I don’t know what the fuck that means for us.
Does it change anything… or does it change everything?
When I turn my head, Nate’s there.
His face is still wet with her, his lips slick and parted, and something tears through my chest so hard it almost hurts. His eyes are locked, burning with a hunger I’ve never seen in him. Not even with Bianca.
What we had with her was young love.
Full of firsts and maybes. But this… carries more weight. A need etched into bone, older than lust and deeper than want. I don’t know if I’m ready for what that means… for him, for me, for whatever the fuck this is turning into.
I turn back around and lower my head, letting my lips brush over her forehead. “Still with us, baby? Or did Nate’s tongue already fuck your brains out?”
She hums something soft, a little broken sound that vibrates against my chest, and the sound makes me smile.
My shoulder hits the door.
The lights flicker on like always. It’s always like that. They stay on. Even when I fucking sleep.
Darkness is a trap. A trick. A setup for shit you can’t see coming.
I can’t risk the dark, not anymore.
Not when it still smells of dust and fear and my own breath trapped in my chest.
