Page 52 of Please Open Me
But Lucian?
I furrowed my brow, watching him.
Something was off. He was too close. Too tense. Breathing too hard.
Then he snapped, yanking me into his chest so hard I stumbled.
“You’re not a man just because youtalklike one,” Lucian growled.
“And you’re not a man just because she has your last name,” Sebastian sang, grinning. “Which also happens to bemylast name, if we’re keeping score.”
He pulled me gently from Lucian’s grip, cradling me like I was something precious. Like I was a prize neither of them wanted to share, but couldn’t stop chasing.
His hands roamed my sides, slipping lower. One pressed to my stomach.
I tensed.Did Cameron tell him?He’d promised not to.
Lucian balled his fists.
“She’s not just yours,” Sebastian said, brushing his thumb across my skin. “Tell Luci you want me too. That you belong to me too.”
My heart pounded. Heat flushed my chest. But I couldn’t speak, I was too busy wondering what Sebknew, and what he was just bluffing for fun.
Lucian’s palm slid in between us, landing on my hip. He tried to pull me closer, but just ended up pressing himself against me, trapping me between them.
Their bodies boxed me in, walls of lean muscle and simmering tension.
My nipples pebbled, my knees pressed together.
“She’smywife,” Lucian said like he was clinging to a lifeline.
“Mmm, I think she’s our wife,” Sebastian murmured. His knuckles grazed my neck, teasing.
I let out a shaky breath, body trembling under the pressure.
“You guys either need to fuck me or stop,” I said, eyes fluttering closed. “Because if you don’t, I’m going to lose my mind.”
I opened them just in time to catch Sebastian’s grin–slow, smug, and downright sinful. He licked his bottom lip like he was tasting the moment.
Lucian’s breath caught. His grip on me tightened, fingers digging into my hips like he might stake a claim right then and there.
Sebastian tilted his head, suddenly very still. “You heard her.”
He looked up, giving me a perfect view of the sharp cut of his jaw, the soft blonde stubble dusting his chin. His hair was still dyed back, but it’d started to grow out, leaving light roots poking out.
“She told me to fuck her,” Sebastian continued, not looking away from me. “Now, shoo.”
He waved at Lucian like he was a housefly.
Lucian didn’t move.
Sebastian shrugged. “Suit yourself.”
Then he leaned down, kissed me, mouth open, possessive, and hot enough to melt through my spine.
I was too stunned by his sheer audacity to kiss him back at first. But Lucian’s heat behind me made it impossible not to react. His breath rolled down my neck, arms tightening around me like he couldn’t stand to let me go.
Eventually, I gave in, parting my lips, letting Sebastian’s tongue slide against mine. I sighed, fingers curling into his forearms for balance.
