Fuck, she’s beautiful. I run my hands up her sides, my thumbs dragging over the curve of her ribs before I dip lower, my mouth finding the side of her neck, tasting the heat of her skin, nipping lightly just to hear the sharp breath she takes in. “You liked it, Haven,” I murmur against her throat, my tongue sweeping over the spot I just bit, soothing it. “Tell me.”

She shudders, tilting her head slightly, exposing more of her neck, giving me full access. Fucking surrendering to me.

I kiss my way lower, down the delicate line of her collarbone, between the curves of her tits, my hands already sliding behind her back, fingers teasing at the clasp of her bra. “Tell me you want it again.”

Her breath is shaky, her hands still gripping my shoulders, her body trembling in my lap. She wants to fight it, wants to resist, but I can feel the way she’s breaking, the way she’s losing herself to this, to me in this moment.

33

Haven

His words wrap around me, making my body ache in the worst, best fucking way. My mind has been slipping back to last night, to the way I came completely undone with both of them, to the way I was wrecked so thoroughly I still feel it, still crave it, still want more.

Fuck. I shouldn’t let the thought of Tate filling me up again make my entire body tighten with need. He just gave me permission to stop pretending otherwise.

I let out a slow, uneven breath, my fingers trailing down his stomach, feeling every muscle tense beneath my touch, watching the way his eyes narrow, the way his breath catches when I let my hand slip lower, teasing at the waistband of his sweats. “Carter,” I murmur, shifting in his lap, grinding against him, feeling just how fucking hard he still is for me. “Are you really okay with it?”

His jaw clenches, his fingers twitching where they rest on my waist, and fuck, the way he looks at me like he already knows where this is going, like he’s just waiting for me to say it, waiting for me to admit it.

I press my lips to his jaw, teasing, letting my breath dance over his skin, my voice just loud enough to send a shiver through him. “Because I think you are.”

He groans, his grip tightening, his cock pulsing beneath me, and I smirk, dragging my nails lower, dipping just beneath the fabric, feeling the heat of him, feeling the way his entire body reacts to my touch.

“I think you like it,” I whisper, teasing the tip of him, feeling the way he jerks beneath me, his hips pressing up like he can’t fucking help it. “I think you loved watching me come apart for both of you. Loved sharing me.”