Page 184 of Twins for Three Bad Boys

Wayne is still at my side, one hand stroking my hair, the other now resting over my heart like he can feel it racing. “You're shaking.”

"I'm good," I whisper. "Better than good."

Rex chuckles.” Oh, darlin’, you’re going to be.”

They work in tandem, moving around me like a dance. Rex's mouth dips to my stomach while Fletcher's fingers play lower, circling flames over my skin. Wayne cradles my face, calming me.

Every touch is heat. Every kiss a question, and I’m saying yes in every breath, every arch of my spine.

When Fletcher finally presses his mouth between my thighs, I cry out, hips jerking, fingers tangling in his hair. He laughs again, low, wicked, and doubles down, licking like he’s starving, teasing just enough to make me squirm before easing back.

"Tease," I hiss, breathless.

"Damn right," he mutters, eyes flashing up at me. "I need to taste you all night long.”

Rex pulls me into his lap, my back to his chest, his arms wrapping around me as Wayne leans in to kiss me. I feel suspended between all three of them, floating in a kind of pleasure I never knew was real before I came here.

Redwood Run has truly opened my eyes to the world.

Fletcher tongues the inside of my thigh again. "I think we should all go to bed now."

Rex chuckles. “Yeah, I don’t think there’s enough room here.”

I don't know how I stay upright on the walk to the bedroom.

Maybe it’s adrenaline. Or lust. Or the fact I have three sets of hands on me the entire way, steadying me, stroking me, keeping me from falling apart right there in Fletcher’s hallway.

Every brush of their fingers against my skin sends sparks skating down my spine, and by the time Rex lowers me onto the bed, my whole body hums, shaking with want.

The door clicks shut. My heart pounds in my chest.

I lay back on the pillows, my chest heaving, skin tingling from the way they look at me, hungry, needy, like I’m to be devoured.

And then they move.

Rex leans down first, his big hands cradling my face so gently it makes my eyes sting. His mouth is soft on mine, slow and searching, teasing my lips apart until I melt into him, sighing with need.

His hands slide down, over my throat, my shoulders, my chest, until he cups my breasts, his thumbs brushing over my nipples in slow, lazy circles that have me gasping.

Wayne kisses my shoulder, the curve of my collarbone, his breath warm and shivery against my skin. His hands seem to be everywhere, skimming my waist, my hips, smoothing down my thighs with a patience that makes me ache.

I turn my head to find his mouth, pulling him in, tasting his sweetness, the gentleness that’s all his even when his grip on my waist tightens just a little too hard.

And Fletcher…

Fletcher’s already between my legs with a grin so filthy it sends a rush of heat straight to my core. His fingers trace up my thighs, teasing, coaxing, before he finally presses his mouth to me again.

My back arches off the bed with a cry, fingers tangling in his hair as he licks and sucks, relentless and greedy and so fucking good my whole body is unraveling one gasp at a time.

I’m drowning in sensation. Rex's rough palms on my breasts, Wayne's lips on my throat, Fletcher's wicked tongue stroking me deeper, faster, until I’m teetering on the edge of something huge and blinding.

"Fuck," I whimper, my hips rocking up helplessly. "Don't stop. Please don't stop."

They don’t.

Rex's hand slides lower, his fingers joining Fletcher's mouth, pushing inside me slow and deep, stretching me in the best way while Fletcher's lips lock around my clit, sucking and flicking in a perfect, devastating rhythm.

I flip off the bed, my breath catching in my throat, a strangled cry ripping free before Wayne swallows it with a kiss. Deep, consuming, his tongue tangling with mine as his fingers fist my hair. He’s holding me there like he knows I need something to hold on to, to keep me tethered while my body spirals out of control.