Page 31 of Six of Hearts
They started slowly, finding a rhythm together—when one thrust in, the other pulled back. The sensation was unlike anything I'd ever felt, pleasure building with every stroke. But more than the physical sensation, it was the emotional connection—the way they watched me, touched me, cared for me—that made this feel like more than just sex.
"So fucking tight," Julian groaned.
"You're taking us so well."
"Made for this," Ronan added, his hand coming around to rub my clit. "Made for us.”
I couldn't hold back my moans anymore, and Julian pulled me down to kiss me, muffling the sounds. The pressure built and built until I was trembling, right on the edge of something massive.
"Come on, our cocks," Ronan commanded, his fingers working my clit faster. "Let us feel you squeeze us."
I came apart, my orgasm so intense I saw stars. Both men groaned as I clenched around them, and their thrusts became erratic.
"Fuck, I'm close," Julian gasped.
"Me too," Ronan said, his voice tight. "Where—"
"Inside," I managed, still riding the waves of my orgasm. "Both of you. I'm on birth control.”
That was all it took. Julian came first, his hips jerking as he filled me. The sensation triggered Ronan's orgasm, and he buried himself deep, groaning my name like a prayer.
We collapsed in a tangle of limbs, all three of us breathing hard. For a long moment, no one spoke. I felt cherished, satisfied, and completely overwhelmed by what had just happened.
"That was..." Julian started.
"Yeah," I agreed, not sure what else to say.
Ronan pressed a kiss to my shoulder, tender and sweet. "You okay?"
"More than okay," I said honestly, turning my head to look at him. "That was incredible."
"We should probably get cleaned up," Julian said reluctantly. "Before someone wakes up."
We helped each other up, finding our scattered clothes in the dim light. There was an awkwardness now that hadn't been there before, but it wasn't uncomfortable—just new. The intimacy of what we'd shared settling into something real.
"So," Ronan said as I pulled my tank top back on. "This happened."
"It did," I agreed, unable to stop the smile spreading across my face.
Julian pulled me in for a soft kiss, his hand cupping my cheek. "Sleep well, Aria."
"You too," I whispered.
I snuck back upstairs, my body deliciously sore, my mind reeling. I'd just had both Julian and Ronan together, and it had been everything I didn't know I needed. Not just the physical pleasure, but the connection, the trust, the feeling of being completely seen and wanted.
As I climbed back into bed, I couldn't help but wonder what tomorrow would bring. But for now, I let myself drift off, satisfied and happy, with the taste of them still on my lips.
Eleven
Noah
The blueprints in front of me might as well have been blank paper. I'd been staring at the same elevation drawing for twenty minutes, my mind refusing to focus on load-bearing walls and structural integrity when all I could think about was Aria.
More specifically, Aria at the baseball game yesterday. The way she'd moved through the chaos of seven kids with the kind of effortless grace that made everything look easy, even though I knew it wasn't.
The way she'd laughed when Oliver hit that pop fly, her whole face lighting up like someone had switched on every light in a building at once.
I'd met her first. That fact had been circling my brain for weeks now, a cornerstone I kept returning to. The moment she'd walked up to my door for that interview, something had shifted in the foundation of my carefully constructed life.
