Chapter 19

19

B y the time Theo gets back with the groceries, Dylan and Henry have built a fire, and I'm sitting there feeling like I'm going to throw up. My earlier bravery has worn off, making me wonder what I was thinking when I suggested this talk. It would have been a hell of a lot easier to type out a text or email. I could have taken my time and said everything I needed to without all this tension clogging my throat. If it were up to my body, I would just fuck all three of them right here in the woods and be done with this nonsense.

"You're awfully quiet," Henry says, sitting in the Adirondack chair beside me.

I glance over at him, my response evaporating from my tongue. He's wearing shorts and a tank top that show off his incredible muscles. Smooth skin for days. God I want to touch him. Lick him. I lick my lips instead, desire coursing through my bloodstream. I slide my gaze along the veins on the back of his hand, up his forearm to his bicep. I want him to manhandle me. Hold me down. Fu–

"Isla."

I drag my gaze to his face, to the color rising up his cheeks, his hooded eyes. Fuck. "Yes?" His tongue slides along his bottom lip, and I nearly combust.

"If you keep looking at me like that..."

"You'll what, Henry?" Kiss me? Touch me? Fuck me? God, I wish I had the guts to just say it.

"What I would do or what I want to do?" he asks, eyes dark.

"Both."

"I would pull my cock out and fuck my hand while you watch. Relieve some of the goddamn tension that's eating me alive."

Oh fuck. I wasn’t ready for that. "And what do you want to do?" I ask, needing to know like I need air to breathe.

"I want to pull you out of the chair, spread you out on the forest floor, and feast like a king. Worship you like the goddess you are. Does that answer your question?"

God damn. I cross my legs, trying to ease the ache.

"What are you two whispering about?" Dylan asks, setting down a cooler and sitting on my other side. One look at me, and he's pulling at the neck of his T-shirt, shifting in his chair. "Oh," he croaks, understanding dawning in his eyes. He grabs three beers, handing us both one and then cracking his own. "I'm not going to be able to get through this unless I have a little liquid courage."

The door to the cabin crashes closed, and I look over my shoulder to see Theo pounding down the steps, his arms full. His eyes don't leave me as he sets everything down, the warmth of the fire pulling out tiny drops of perspiration on his skin, making him look like he's sparkling in the evening light.

"The skin of a killer," I call out, biting my lip to keep in a laugh. He stalks toward me, not even a flicker of a smile.

He pulls me out of my chair, bands his arm around my ass, and lifts me up, wrapping my legs around his torso. "You'd better hold on tight, spider monkey," he whispers in my ear, walking away from the fire.

I crack up. "I thought it went over your head!" My smile falls from my face when he traps me against the side of the cabin, his cock pressing against my stomach .

"I should have kissed you earlier, and now it's all I can think about," he breathes, skimming his nose along my jaw.

My body is on fire, need racing like electricity over my skin, puckering my nipples before settling into a steady pulse at the apex of my thighs. "Theo," I groan, tilting my neck to the side to give him access to my neck.

"When you say my name like that, fuck, Isla. It makes me want to bury my cock in your pussy and make you feel things you've never felt before."

God. I whimper, using his shoulders to pull myself up until his cock nestles between my legs. He rolls his hips, making direct contact with my clit. "Theo, we need to talk first," I moan, rocking against him.

He grumbles, hauling me away from the cabin and depositing me back in my chair, not bothering to hide the way his shorts tent in the front. "We need to get this talk out of the way. Now,” he says, popping the top on a beer and taking several long pulls.

I sit up tall in my chair, squeezing my thighs together, desperately trying to come back down to earth.

"Go on, Isla," Dylan says, giving me an encouraging smile.

"If we do this, I want to do it right. I need to build individual relationships with each of you first. Strong ones. So that what happened earlier this week doesn't happen again."

"It won't happen again," Theo says, squatting beside me. "I promise."

"I know, but that doesn't change anything. Charlie and the guys did the same and have a rock-solid relationship because of it. This needs to be done the right way or not at all."

"You're in charge, Isla," Dylan says.

“For now,” Theo mutters under his breath.

Images of him controlling me flash through my mind. God. Why can't I let my body call the shots like I always used to do? I could be having the best fuck of my life right now. But that little voice in the back of my head reminds me I don't want this to be like the other times. I want them to be my endgame. And that means taking it slowly. Going out on dates. Really getting to know each other .

"Should we set up some sort of timeline? Maybe a schedule?" Dylan asks, taking out his phone and opening the notes app.

"God, I love you," I laugh, snorting when his face turns the color of a strawberry. "The masquerade party is a month away. Why don't we make everything fair game starting the night of the party?" Dylan nods, typing away. “I think we should make a point to actually date each other—so maybe one date with each of you a week? And one group date a week?"

"What are the ground rules for when we're alone versus when we’re all together?" Henry asks, his gaze dipping to my mouth, sex practically radiating from him.

"Anything goes on our one-on-one dates. No group sex until after the party."

Henry runs his hand through his hair. "You'll have to be more specific about what you mean by group sex, babe.”

I always thought couples calling each other babe was so cliché, but hearing it come from his lips has me feeling some kind of way. "Um–" I clear my throat, my mind clouded. I close my eyes, blocking out the absolutely overwhelming eye candy surrounding me. "Nothing going in anywhere. Except fingers." Dylan's groan has me shooting to my feet and stepping away from them before I do something stupid. "Do we have a deal?"

They all stand simultaneously, walking toward me like I'm their prey. Oh god. "Do we have a deal?" I ask again, my voice cracking.

"Yes, we have a deal, Sunflower," Theo rasps, reaching out for me. I shriek and pull back, my heart hammering in my throat.

"Dylan, Henry?"

“Deal,” they echo each other, coming closer until I’m surrounded. I suck in a shaky breath as I turn in a circle. "What’re you doing?"

"Showing you what you're missing," Henry says, his big hands wrapping around my waist.

"But–"

"We'll follow your rules, Isla," Dylan murmurs, pushing my hair behind my shoulder and kissing my neck. Theo grabs me from behind, pulling me against his chest, kissing the crown of my head. Henry slides his fingers along my jaw, pushing my chin up so I'm looking at him. My knees turn to Jell-O. Theo’s arm the only thing preventing me from melting into a puddle.

Henry's eyes are midnight blue in the waning light, the sparks of desire in their depths burning me alive. He dips his head and pulls at my bottom lip with his teeth before tilting my chin and pressing his lips to mine. He sweeps his tongue along the seam of my mouth, and I open for him, sliding my tongue along his. This kiss isn't soft or gentle, it’s rough and punishing. Lust incarnate. His groan feeds the part of me that’s desperate to strip their clothes off and fuck them like my life depends on it. The part that doesn't want to think, just feel. And god, it would feel so fucking good. I push my hands under Henry's T-shirt, dragging my fingers over his abs, over the V of his abdomen to his lower back. I pull him closer, moaning as he rolls his hips against me, his cock pressing into my stomach. He breaks our kiss, peppering kisses down my throat. Dylan closes in, gripping my chin, pulling my mouth open. His eyes are dark with desire, something dangerous in their depths that has my nerve endings pricking with excitement.

"Such a filthy girl," he murmurs, dragging my bottom lip down with his thumb. "I can't stop thinking about how your perfect lips will feel wrapped around my cock." He captures my mouth, his tongue meeting mine with rough, desperate strokes. Theo's hands skim over my ribs, coming up to cup my breasts, testing the weight of them before tracing his thumbs in a wide arc around my nipples. I moan against Dylan's lips, pushing into Theo's hands as Henry licks a path over my collarbone. Theo pulls my top down, giving Henry full access. He drags his teeth over my nipple, then pulls me into his mouth, sucking hard and deep. My lips break away from Dylan's as my knees buckle. Theo scrambles to catch me, going down with me, cushioning my fall. He hauls me into his lap, his cock pressing against my ass.

"Arms up," Dylan commands, his gaze heated. He strips off my top, the campfire bathing my tits in flickering orange light .

"You're so fucking gorgeous," Henry breathes, falling to his knees, crouching to trace my nipple with his tongue.

Theo lies back, pulling me on top of him, sliding his hand over my stomach, over my shorts, and between my legs. I buck against his fingers, my body strung tight as a bow. "Tell me," he whispers in my ear, sliding his finger along my slit.

"Please," I gasp, my back arching as Henry's hot mouth closes over my nipple and pulls.

"Tell him what you want," Dylan says, palming my other breast.

"Harder," I demand, covering Theo’s hand with mine, adding pressure. I close my eyes and relax against him, floating on a cloud of sensation. Henry’s scruff scratches my inner thigh as he kisses his way to my center. Dylan rolls my nipples between his fingers, forcing me to ride the line between pain and pleasure. Henry pushes Theo’s hand away and nuzzles his face between my legs, nipping at my clit before hooking his fingers into my waistband and stripping off my shorts.

"Forget what I said," I pant, mewling as Theo runs his middle finger along my slit. "No deal. I want to fuck. Now."

Theo's chuckle has me bucking against his hand, so fucking desperate. "We're not reneging, Isla. Fingers only." He pushes two fingers into me, the heel of his palm putting pressure on my clit as fucks me.

"I want the three of you naked. Let me touch you," I beg, my eyes rolling back as Theo hits my G-spot. Dylan and Henry stand, shedding their clothes. Theo lifts his hips, and they each grab one side of his waistband and pull his shorts off. I settle my weight against him, the shaft of his cock pressing against my ass cheeks. Fuck. I squirm until he curses, his hips jerking on their own, thrusting between my cheeks.

"God, Isla," he groans, matching the rhythm of his fingers.

Henry drops between my legs, pushing Theo's hand away again. The first swipe of his tongue brings me right to the edge.

"Henry, holy fuck," I pant, tugging his head away to give myself a second. He looks up at me with an evil grin, his eyes sparkling. Movement catches my eye, and I look up, the sight of Dylan fucking his hand nearly doing me in. "If you guys won't break the rules, I'm going to push the boundaries as far as I can go. We're all getting there together. Theo, are you good where you are?" His grunt of affirmation turns into a moan as he flexes his hips against me, his cock riding up my ass crack. Holy fucking god. I don't know if I'm strong enough for this. I clear my throat, desperately trying to rein myself in. “Henry, I want your cock against my pussy,” I demand. He shuffles forward, wrapping his fist around his cock and sliding the head along my slit. He notches himself at my entrance, bearing down with his hips, pulling back right before he goes in. I sob in frustration, desperately needing to be filled.

"Dylan, straddle my stomach. Fuck my tits." The change in his face as he steps over me has adrenaline pounding through my veins, my body responding to his animalistic need. He holds my gaze as he spits in his hand and slides it over his shaft. I push my breasts together, only breaking eye contact to watch his cock slide between them, the head poking out at the top, red and angry. I want him in my mouth so fucking badly. I want to suck him until he's on his knees begging for mercy. My eyes flutter closed as they all move at once, the head of Theo's cock sliding over my asshole as the ridge on Henry's cock catches on my clit.

"Yes," I moan, moving my hips to meet their thrusts, the danger of them ramming inside any second driving me mad. Two more thrusts and I lose control of my body, my muscles spasming. Dylan isn’t far behind, but Henry, god bless him, pulls away, his mouth between my legs before I can protest. Two fingers massage my G-spot while he flays me alive with his tongue. My nails dig into Dylan’s thighs, and I cry out, our gazes connecting, his jaw clenching as he comes with me. Theo's moan blends with Dylan's as his hands flex on my hips, pulling me down tight against his cock, his body trembling as he tries to hold back. Dylan climbs off me, and Henry takes his place, pulling me into a demanding kiss as he slides his cock back and over my clit.

He breaks the kiss, breathing hard. "Again, Isla. Come with me."

I’ve never come twice back-to-back, but the way he looks at me, the way he charts every movement of my body like he's a sailor and I'm the sea has me diving deep in search of another.

"The second that fucking party is over, I'm burying myself so deep inside, you won't know where I end and you begin," Theo says roughly, his lips hot on my neck. I moan into Henry's shoulder, my teeth grazing his skin. I dig my nails into his ass, the three of us finding a rhythm that has me clawing myself back to the precipice. Dylan slips his hand between Henry and me, scooping up the cum dripping over my chest and rubbing it into my tits, tweaking my nipples.

"Fuck, you like that, don't you?" Henry growls, his pupils dilating. "When we're finished, I'm going to write my name on you with my cum so everyone knows you're fucking mine." He holds my gaze as I splinter apart beneath him. He lowers his weight, increasing the friction. One more thrust, and he drops his head to my shoulder, his groan so erotic I know I'll remember it forever. Theo's holding out, his moan broken as he slows down his thrusts, making the moment last.

"Fuck, Isla," he chokes out, his hips stuttering, cum warm and sticky on my lower back. Henry sits back on his haunches, looking at me like a lion looks at a rabbit. He slides his fingers through the cum pooled on my stomach and writes his name along my inner thigh, branding me. He extends his hand toward my mouth, giving me a choice. I lick off every drop, greedy for him.

“Let’s wash you up while Theo cooks us some dinner.” He scoops me into his arms and starts walking toward the cabin. I snuggle into his warmth, sighing contentedly. “You’re not so prickly when you’re satisfied,” he chuckles, kissing my forehead.

“Looks like you have your job cut out for you then, doesn’t it?” I say, hiding my smile against his chest.