Focusing my attention on Trace, I memorize the sharp angles of his clean-shaved face. Golden hair, straight nose, kissable scowl—he’s irrationally beautiful with his soulful blue eyes studying me the way I study him.
“Are you good?” I pant breathlessly, gripping his shoulder against an onslaught of pleasure.
“Trying not to come.” A muscle flexes in his cheek.
“You need to hurry, baby.” Cole hooks an arm around my waist and yanks me to a sitting position.
With my back against Cole’s chest and my legs spread around Trace’s hips, my clit is exposed and throbbing. Trace presses a thumb against it, rubbing circles and applying precise, consistent pressure.
My head falls back on Cole’s shoulder, his mouth at my ear, letting me feel every hot moaning gasp as he strokes his cock in and out of me. Then he grips my jaw and yanks my mouth to his. The kiss is hard, wild, and all-consuming. It’s more than I can bear.
I plunge fast, breaking the kiss and screaming out. Powerful, violent, the orgasm cleaves through me, splitting me open and moving me in a profound state of oblivion. Stars blot my vision as they grind their hips, speed up the pace, and join me.
Panting breaths, groaning shouts, and fingers bruising my flesh, they come together, apart, whatever they may be. It’s glorious. Unforgettable. A dream in the flesh.
I collapse on Trace’s chest, light-headed and spent. Cole falls on his back beside me and drops a forearm across his eyes, breathing heavily past parted lips.
Trace cradles my cheek with a warm palm and strokes his thumb across my mouth. I kiss it, grasp his wrist, and hold on. I don’t want this to end. I’m afraid of what comes next.
“I hope you didn’t do this for me…for my birthday.” I glance at Cole and return to Trace. “Did you plan this?”
“No.” Trace untangles his hand from mine and rolls us to our sides. “It wasn’t planned.”
My head jerks back. Trace Savoy just engaged in an impulsive, unintentional threesome? How very free-spirited of him.
Cole shifts to the edge of the bed and grabs his shirt from the floor. With a hand on my shoulder, he pushes me to my back and uses the shirt to clean between my legs. He does the same with himself and tosses it. Not once does he glance at Trace. Maybe I’m imagining it, but the awkwardness is already creeping in.
“When we got home tonight, you both seemed to be on the same page.” I rest my head on Cole’s chest and a hook a leg around Trace’s thigh, desperate to keep us joined. “But you didn’t talk about it beforehand?”
“Not exactly.” Cole pets my hair, his breathing returning to normal.
“I made the decision in the car,” Trace says in an icy tone, at odds with the soothing way he caresses my thigh.
“Same.” Cole’s hand tightens in my hair.
They didn’t even look at each other in the car. Did they have a telepathic conversation? I have so many questions, but if I start interrogating them, this delicate peace between us will evaporate.
I lie still, absorbing the touch of fingers on my skin, the rasps of sated breaths, and thrum of love beating between us, knowing I’ll never find this with anyone but them.
Too soon, Trace lifts my leg off his, sits up, and captures my gaze.
“This was a one-time thing, Danni.” His eyes turn to frozen glass. “It will never happen again.”
My breath hitches, and my hackles bristle. “I didn’t ask for it. In fact, when I opened my mouth, you told me to shut the fuck up.”
“You didn’t have to ask for it.” He rises and strides toward the bathroom. “You wanted it.”
“Don’t do that to her,” Cole shouts, launching off the bed. “This isn’t her fault.”
Trace closes the door behind him and locks it, freezing us out.
Fault. There can only be fault if a mistake was made.
The shower sounds behind the door, and my chest turns to ice. I cover a hand over my mouth to stifle the quiver in my chin. Don’t you fucking cry, Danni. All the tears in the world won’t fix this.
“How did this happen?” I ask, more to myself than to Cole.
“That?” He points at the bathroom door and returns to the bed. “I don’t have time to list all his problems, but the one he suffers from the most begins with ass and ends with hole.”
“I’m serious, Cole.” It feels like my heart is sinking into my stomach.
Lying on his back, he pulls me into his arms and wraps the sheet around us. “Let it go.”
“No.” I snap my head up, glaring at him. “I can’t just…just chuck this in the fuck it bucket. What we’re doing to one another is heartbreaking.”