Page 126 of What We Don't Say: Part Two

Theo moves closer.

His fingers brush my calf, then slide upward beneath my skirt. He stops at my knee and looks at Idris rather than assuming the touch can continue.

Idris lifts his mouth from mine. “Ask her.”

Theo’s eyes come to my face. His cheeks are flushed, and the heat in his scent has sharpened enough to make my pulse jump.

“Can I touch you?” he asks.

“Yes, Star.”

His hand travels higher along my thigh. Idris kisses me again while Theo explores the softness beneath my skirt, his movements careful at first and then less steady as his body begins answering the scents filling the nest.

I twist enough to reach for him. My fingers catch in the front of Sloane’s sweatshirt, and Theo comes willingly, pressing his mouth to mine while Idris' hand continues moving over my body.

Theo tastes like peach. His kiss is warm and hungry, and the sound he makes when I open for him vibrates through both of us. Idris' mouth moves to my neck while Theo climbs farther into my lap, the three of us shifting until the blankets bunch around our legs.

Idris gathers me back against his chest and slides one hand beneath my sweater until his palm spreads over my stomach. “You can stop this whenever you need,” Idris says near my ear. “You can change your mind at any point, princess.”

I turn my face enough to kiss the edge of his jaw. “I know.”

Theo shifts behind me, his body fitting along my back. His skin is hot, and the bite at his shoulder pulses beneath my fingers when I reach behind to touch him. He kisses the unmarked side of my neck and moves against me, restless pressure building as Idris keeps me held between them.

Theo’s hands travel over my waist and breasts while his hips begin thrusting against my lower back. There is no penetration between us, only the hard line of him sliding against my skin while his breathing breaks near my ear. I reach back to hold his thigh, keeping him close as his rhythm loses what little control it had.

Idris watches him over my shoulder. One hand remains on me while the other reaches past to grip Theo’s hip, guiding without taking the movement away from him.

Theo falls apart with his face pressed against my shoulder. His body shudders along mine, and I hold him through it while Idris murmurs against his temple. The release eases one edge of his spike, but the ache in his scent remains, thick and searching as he curls around my back.

Idris keeps me facing him as he finishes undressing me. He draws my sweater up and over my head only after I lift my arms for him, then sets it aside instead of letting it fall into the nest.My bra follows the same careful way. He pauses with his hands at the waistband of my skirt.

“You can tell me to stop,” he says, voice low and even. “At any point. You can pause. You can change your mind. Nothing continues unless you want it.”

“I want it,” I answer. “Keep going.”

He eases the skirt and underwear down together. When I am bare he lifts me astride his lap so I am facing him fully, knees on either side of his hips. Theo immediately molds himself along my back again, bare chest to my spine, mouth finding the unmarked side of my neck. His cock rests hard against the small of my back; he does not push for more yet, only stays pressed close, breathing me in.

Idris' hands move over me with slow, controlled attention. He cups my breasts, thumbs brushing the nipples until they tighten, then leans down and takes one into his mouth. The wet heat of his tongue draws a soft sound from my throat. He gives the other the same thorough care while one hand slides down my stomach and between my legs. His fingers stroke through the wetness there, parting me, circling my clit with exact pressure before two of them ease inside.

“Still yes?” he asks against my skin.

“Yes. Please don’t stop.”

He works me open with patient strokes, curling his fingers, watching every change in my breathing. Theo’s hands travel over my waist and the undersides of my breasts from behind, his mouth open and warm at my shoulder. When Idris adds a third finger I lean back into Theo for support, and Theo holds me without hesitation, beginning to rock his hips in small, restless movements against my back.

Idris withdraws his fingers only when I am trembling. He frees himself, guides the blunt head of his cock to me, and looks into my eyes once more.

“Look at me, princess.”

He sinks into me in one long, controlled thrust. A broken moan leaves me as he fills me completely. Theo’s arms tighten around my waist, and he begins thrusting against my back in earnest, the hard length of him sliding along my skin in time with the first slow rolls of Idris' hips.

Idris fucks me with steady, measured strokes. One hand stays at the small of my back; the other braces my hip so every movement remains exact. Theo kisses my neck, my shoulder, the hinge of my jaw, his breathing growing ragged against my skin as he uses the friction of my body. I reach back and hold his thigh, keeping him close while Idris continues the deep, rhythmic thrusts inside me.

The heat between the three of us builds. Idris' rhythm stays controlled, but I feel the moment something shifts in him—the subtle hitch in his breath, the way his gaze drops to the unmarked side of my throat opposite Sloane’s bite, the sudden sharp edge of hunger that moves through his body. He turns his face away at once, jaw tight, forcing the instinct down.

I cup his face in both hands and bring his eyes back to mine.

“I don’t want to wait anymore,” I tell him, voice steady even though I am shaking around him. “Please.”