Page 247 of What We Brave
Blake starts to move, and the conversation dies.
Where Reid was steady and relentless, Blake is intense and deep. He watches my face like he's cataloging every reaction, adjusting his angle when I gasp, slowing down when I get too close. Drawing it out.
"Blake—"
"I know." He kisses me, soft and sweet, completely at odds with the way his hips are moving. "I know. I just want—I want this to last."
Reid's hand slides between us, finds where Blake and I are joined, and?—
"Fuck," Blake says as I gasp.
Reid grins. "Couldn't resist. Besides, this is accidental dick touching, so it doesn’t count."
His fingers find my clit again, circling in time with Blake's thrusts, and I'm climbing again, impossibly, and Blake is right there with me—I can feel it in the way his rhythm goes ragged, the way his breathing fractures.
"Together," I gasp. "Please, I want—together?—"
Blake's mouth finds mine and Reid's fingers press harder and we fall apart at the same time, Blake shuddering inside me while I clench around him and Reid watches us with dark, satisfied eyes.
We collapse into a tangle of limbs. Sweaty and spent and breathing hard.
Holy shit.
"So," Reid says after a long moment. "That happened."
I laugh. I can't help it. "That happened."
Blake hasn't moved from where he's half-collapsed on top of me, his face buried in my neck. I run my fingers through his hair, feel him shiver. This intimacy, holding this powerful man, feeling him fully soften into me.
"You okay?" I ask softly.
"Yeah." His voice is muffled. "Just—give me a minute. I think you broke me."
"Pretty sure it was a team effort."
Reid snorts. "She's not wrong."
Blake finally lifts his head, and the look on his face—soft, open, wondering—makes my heart clench. He looks younger. Lighter. Like something that was wound too tight has finally released.
He pulls out carefully and I force myself to climb over him and go to the bathroom to clean up, and then we're rearranging ourselves into something more comfortable. The bed that felt ridiculous earlier now feels perfectly sized. Just enough room for three people to tangle together without anyone falling off the edge.
I end up in the middle again—of course—with Blake on one side and Reid on the other. Their hands find each other across my stomach, fingers interlacing.
Oh.
I look down at their joined hands. Blake's rough and scarred, Reid's broader and smoother. Holding on to each other. Over me, but also—not just because of me.
"This is what I wanted," I say quietly. "Not just—the sex was great, obviously?—"
"Obviously," Reid echoes, grinning.
"—but this. Us. All three of us, connected. I didn't know it could feel like this."
"Like what?" Blake asks.
I think about it. Try to find the right words.
"Like I'm not waiting for it to end," I say finally. "Like I'm not bracing for the part where it falls apart. Like I could actually?—"
