Page 245 of What We Brave
Don't think. Don't analyze. Just feel.
For once, my brain listens.
One of them does something clever with his hand and I arch off the mattress, breaking the kiss to gasp out something that might be his name or might be profanity. Blake catches my mouth, swallows the sound, and I'm shaking apart between them.
The first orgasm rolls through me like a wave—unexpected, almost too fast—and I'm gasping through it while they hold me steady.
"Jesus," I manage when I can breathe again. "That was?—"
"That was one," Reid says, and his voice has gone dark in a way that makes my stomach flip. "We're not done."
Oh. Oh no. I mean yes. I mean…I don't even know what I mean.
Blake shifts, moving down my body, and his mouth follows the path his hands traced earlier. Collarbone. The curve of my breast. Lower. Reid props himself up beside me, one hand stroking my hair back from my face, watching.
"You're so fucking beautiful like this," Reid says. "You know that?"
"I'm a mess."
"Yeah." He grins. "Our beautiful mess."
I want to argue, but Blake's mouth finds my hip bone and I lose my train of thought entirely. He's taking his time—kissing, tasting, learning—and Reid is justwatching, and the combination is?—
"Blake." My voice doesn't sound like mine. "Please."
He looks up at me, and even in the dim light I can see the question in his eyes. I nod, and he dips his head lower, and?—
"Fuck."
Reid laughs softly. "Whatever the fuck you're doing to her, keep doing it. She's used an actual swear word."
"Shut—oh—shut up?—"
Blake's mouth is on me and Reid's hand is in my hair and I can't—I can't think—I can't do anything except feel. Blake is thorough, methodical, determined, and every time I get close he backs off just enough to keep me on the edge.
"Blake, I swear to god?—"
"Let him work," Reid murmurs against my ear. "He's good at this."
"I know he's good at this, that's theproblem?—"
Reid tilts my face toward him and kisses me, deep and slow, and Blake chooses that exact moment to stop teasing. I come apart with Reid's tongue in my mouth and Blake's between my legs and it's too much, it's not enough, it's everything.
I'm still trembling when Blake kisses his way back up my body. His mouth finds mine and I can taste myself on him, and that should probably be weird but it's not. It's intimate. It'sours.
"Okay?" he asks against my lips.
"More than okay." I pull back to look at him. "Your turn. Both of you. I want?—"
"What do you want?" Reid's voice is low, patient. Like he'll wait all night for me to find the words.
What do I want?
I want them inside me. I want to feel them, really feel them, both of them. I want to know what it's like to be that close to both of them at once.
"I want you inside me," I say. My cheeks must be beet red, but my voice comes out steadier than I expected. "Both of you. Not—not at the same time, I don't think I'm ready for that, but?—"
"We'll figure it out," Blake says, and the roughness in his voice makes me shiver.
