Page 244 of What We Brave
And then we're all bare and tangled and the laughter dies down into something else. Something warmer. Quieter.
This is ridiculous.How did this become my life?
I love it. I love every stupid second of it.
"Okay." Reid props himself up on one elbow, looking down at me. His hair is a disaster. His eyes are dark. He's smiling. "How do you want us?"
The question sends a jolt straight through me.
How do I want them?
I want to stop thinking. I want to feel both of you at once. I want to know what it's like to be the center of something..
"Like this," I say. "Both of you. Touching me."
Blake makes a sound. Reid's smile sharpens.
"We can do that," Reid says.
They move together—not choreographed, but close. Like they've thought about this. Like they've maybe talked about it when I wasn't around.
Oh. That's... actually really hot.
Blake's hand slides down my stomach. Lower. And I gasp against his mouth because?—.
"Oh my God."
"Good? Or bad?"
"Good, Blake, obviously?—"
His fingers trace my inner thigh. Teasing. Not touching where I want him.
"Blake."
"Hmm?"
"Don't be an asshole."
"I'm not being an asshole. I'm taking my time."
"Well,stop."
Blake huffs a laugh against my collarbone. "Always so bossy."
"Yep," Reid says. "It's one of my favorite things about her."
They're talking about me like I'm not here, and I should be annoyed, but Reid finally touches me properly and I stop caring about anything except?—
"Oh."
"There she goes," Reid murmurs.
"Shut up."
"Make me."
I grab his face and kiss him, hard, and he laughs into my mouth.Blake's fingers join Reid's—or maybe replace them, I can't tell anymore—and I'm caught between them, drowning in the best way.
