9. Give Paige What She Deserves

9

GIVE PAIGE WHAT SHE DESERVES

Beau closed the distance between us, sliding onto the couch. Flora still straddled my lap, and my fingers flexed beneath her sweatshirt, holding her by the waist. I sat, dazed, as he reached for her face and dragged her forward, crashing his mouth against hers. I had a front-row seat to this kiss, was so close I could watch the muscles working in Beau's jaw. Could see Flora's fingers digging into his hair.

The guilt and shock twisted in my chest, becoming a sharp and hungry craving. I wanted to be Beau kissing Flora. To be Flora, kissing Beau. Wanted to be between them, with them, part of all of it. Every press of their mouths held the shape of a demand, a plea, a cry for release. His chest rumbled on a gravelly moan, and Flora gasped, sighing as he wrapped his hand around her throat. It seemed they shared a single, ragged breath, then Beau pressed his forehead to Flora's.

"I love you, darlin'," he said. "More than I could ever say in this lifetime."

Her smile was sweet, infused with light. "I love you too, so very much."

My heart lodged itself between my ribs. And when Beau turned to face me, my disbelief must have been obvious. He brushed a wayward curl from my eyes, and his fingers trembled against my skin.

"You're not…you're not mad at me?" I asked.

"I could never be mad at you," he said, throat bobbing as he swallowed. "Though I am nervous."

Like with Flora, this glimpse of vulnerability had hordes of butterflies floating through my entire body.

"But I could have sworn you were…" I glanced between the two of them, awestruck. "You're not breaking up ?"

Beau ducked close and held my gaze. "No, we're not breaking up. And I know we've been acting strange, which we're truly sorry for. We didn't know how to tell you, and our fear got in the way."

"Tell me what?" I said, barely a whisper.

He gripped my face, holding me like I was the most precious thing in his life. "That you've been our undoing, our obsession, our every dream and fantasy. We're in love with you, Paige, and always have been."

My very world tipped and shattered, sending my thoughts flying in a million directions. "This, right here, is everything I ever wanted. But I never thought it was possible."

Flora squeezed my hand. "We could make it possible. The three of us. Together."

I was nodding before she finished speaking, tears tracking down my cheeks. "Yes, please . I love you both so much—"

Beau kissed me then. It was hard and almost angry , the kind of kiss that sucks the breath from your lungs and turns your body liquid. His fingers tightened against my face before sliding back to grasp my hair, tilting my head and opening me wider, deeper, with those sinfully full lips. My nails bit into his bare shoulders, and he shuddered.

There was a second mouth on me—Flora, her mouth traveling down my neck as Beau continued to ravish me. A lightning bolt of pure ecstasy shot through my body. His hands in my hair, her hands palming my breasts. It was already too much and not enough, painful in equal measure.

Flora swiped her thumbs across my nipples. I moaned, breaking apart from Beau, and she tipped my face toward her and kissed me instead. She teased me with her tongue as Beau's harsh breath coasted along my collarbone. Then his mouth, closing around my nipple and sucking it through the fabric. My hips shot an inch off the couch. Beau released a tortured-sounding growl and his hands tangled in my shirt, pushing upward.

"Everything off, now," he commanded. "We need to see you beneath all these fucking layers."

My sweatshirt went flying, leaving my chest bare to their hungry eyes.

"You've seen me naked before. Or close to it," I pointed out in a daze.

"Not like this," Flora said. "Not when you're ours ."

She began working my sweatpants down my legs, tearing them off. I was entirely exposed in front of them and vibrating all over from the sheer force of my lust and how desperately my heart surged at their words.

Not like this. Not when you're ours.

You've been our undoing, our obsession, our every dream and fantasy.

We're in love with you, Paige, and always have been.

It was beyond my wildest imaginings, to be wanted and desired and loved by them both. My brain couldn't keep up, not with Beau's fingers trailing up my left thigh and Flora's up my right. Two knuckles gave a teasing stroke along my pussy—the barest brush, more suggestion than actual action. I hissed in a breath, already clenching. And after exchanging a look, they ducked their heads. Then they were on my breasts, together, and I was officially gone .

Beau sucked my nipple between his lips, swirling the tip with his tongue. Flora lapped at my right with a coy smile. I wound my hand through her hair and held her there while my other splayed across Beau's flexing shoulder blades. So much ecstasy coursed through my body that I couldn't help but squirm, pressing my thighs together, sinking my teeth into my bottom lip.

"Please don't ever stop," I begged.

Beau's mouth found my ear. "We don't plan to. Not now, not ever."

His next kiss was rough, drinking me in. He released me only to pull Flora close and do the same thing. For the first time, I could watch them without fighting an army of complicated feelings. Could appreciate how goddamn sexy they were, allowing my fierce longing to drown out the remaining whispers of jealousy.

When they parted, Beau nipped his teeth at her jaw. "I need you naked, Flor. I want our girl to see how beautiful you are."

And beautiful she was. Flora disrobed with all the grace of a ballet dancer, stunning me into silence. Her honey-blond hair fell around her shoulders, drawing my eyes to her small breasts, her delicate tattoos, the flare of her hips and the freckles on her chest. With a sly smile, she hinged forward and kissed me, our tongues sliding together.

Beau's mouth was pressed to the nape of my neck, his pleased groan vibrating against my skin. Reluctantly dragging myself from her mouth, I took Flora's nipple between my lips. Increased the suction while moving my tongue in tight circles. Eyes closed, blissed out, I was aware of nothing but Flora's taste, her smell, her soft skin.

Her fingers curled in my hair, and the cry she let out almost made me come on the spot. Behind me, Beau was gliding up my throat, nipping at my jaw, palming my breasts. I was trapped between them. Giving pleasure. Receiving pleasure. It was an endless loop of desire I never wanted to end.

I propped my chin on her chest, staring up at her as I slipped my fingers between her thighs. She was so wet already, so fucking hot .

"I need to make you come," I rasped. "Please, Flora. Let me."

Beau closed his teeth around my earlobe and tugged. I shivered all over, turning to catch his mischievous grin. "Not yet, you don't. Flor's been patiently waiting to eat your pussy for two years now."

The woman in question stepped out of my arms and pushed me back against Beau's chest, wearing a similarly impish grin. He pressed his face into the crook of my neck and curled his big, tattooed hands around my thighs, pinning me down and holding me open as Flora fell to her knees.

"Beau's right," she said, staring at my cunt. "And now that I'm finally seeing you, you're lovelier than I ever thought possible."

My chest was already heaving, my vision gone blurry. Then her mouth descended, blowing light breaths against my feverish skin. My hips canted forward, seeking her touch. Beau soothed me by cupping my breasts, and my head fell back with a sigh. The warmth of her breath was near my clit—close, then a little closer still. He caught Flora's chin between his fingers, tugging down her lower lip.

"You know what to do," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "Be a good girl and give Paige what she deserves."

"Yes, sir ," she said with a grin. Flora hovered over my slick skin then gave me a long, indulgent swipe. I wasn't sure who groaned the loudest, all three of us riveted on the tip of her pink tongue fluttering on my clit.

"Oh my god," I sighed, head lolling back against Beau's chest. He grabbed my arms and looped them around his neck while Flora pushed my knees even wider apart, leaving me completely exposed and at their mercy. His hands curved up my ribs to palm my breasts. Flora made tiny circles around my clit that had my back arching.

His lips found my ear again as he pinched my nipples. I wanted to squirm, wanted to writhe beneath the erotic assault, but they held me firmly in place.

"Look how sexy Flora is," he murmured, "on her knees for you, that gorgeous face between your thighs. Is this how you like to be licked?"

Flora flattened her tongue and rolled it, sending a galaxy of stars bursting across my vision. I cried out her name, and she smiled.

"Yes, yes, " I whined. "Just like that, she's…she's perfect."

A sound of approval rumbled in his chest. "She once told me she touches herself and thinks of you like this—held open for her mouth, pinned down to play with. Isn't that true, darlin'?"

"Very true," Flora said, "except she tastes better than all my fantasies."

She swiped her fingers through my pussy then held them up for Beau. He leaned forward, took the digits between his lips and hollowed out his cheeks. His guttural growl had the hair on my arms standing straight up.

He gripped the back of my neck with a pained look in his eyes. "I can't believe we waited this long to taste you. Never again, Paige, you understand? Say the fucking word and you'll bring us both to our knees."

He kissed me with a fury, drinking in every moan as Flora swirled her tongue at my opening.

"Can I fuck you now?" she murmured.

"Yes, now, please ," I begged. Flora pressed one, then two fingers, inside me and started to move, fucking me with short, fast strokes. She licked me harder, and I thrashed against Beau, babbling incoherently as they took me higher and higher. Higher than I'd ever been. My approaching orgasm was so intense I feared I wouldn't make it through.

Beau ground his thick, hard cock against my ass.

" God , you feel huge," I gasped.

"You have no idea," he hissed. "And I'm gonna spend this entire weekend fucking both of you into the next stratosphere."

He bit the space between my neck and shoulder, claiming me as Flora sent me soaring toward climax.

"Yes…oh fuck… Flora ," I chanted, starting to break apart beneath her.

"That's right, come for us," Beau praised. "Show us what we missed last night."

And I did—in huge, tsunami-sized waves that had me screaming their names. The pleasure was endless, and I was an absolute mess, trembling with aftershocks. Flora nibbled up my belly, my breasts, my neck.

She gave me a long kiss. "You made my fantasy come true," she said, stroking my hair. "I wanted that more than anything."

I cupped her face—my beautiful friend, my permanent crush, the woman I dreamed of kissing so many times.

"Stand up," I said, still panting. "Now it's time for my fantasies to come true."