His eyelids droop as his nostrils flare, and liquid heat gathers in my core.

Marcus destroyed my panties back at Luca’s party, so there’s nothing to catch the slick arousal that seeps from me as my pussy clenches. I can feel it sticking to my thighs as I turn to face Theo.

The man with laughing blue-green eyes and sandy blond hair is watching me just as closely as Marcus is. He’s hard too, and I remember the feel of his thick cock pressing against my clit, driving away the sadness and pain until there was nothing but pleasure. Nothing but him.

I wanted him so fucking badly that morning. Wanted to feel him inside me. Wanted to wrap myself in his warmth and strength and goodness until I could find those things in my own soul again.

But I was scared.

I was terrified of what it would mean to admit I was falling for all three of the men whose lives had collided violently with mine. I was certain it couldn’t possibly be real.

As I watch him, Theo reaches down and grips his cock too, quirking a lopsided smile as he jacks himself off through his pants. He bites his lower lip, his body shuddering slightly as his hips thrust up into his hand, and I stalk toward him quickly. Something almost like jealousy tears through me as I grab his hand, pulling it away from the thick bulge in his pants.

He chuckles as I release my grip on him to gather the fabric of my dress, keeping it from trapping my legs as I climb onto his lap. The skirt of my dress drapes around my upper thighs as I straddle Theo’s sculpted hips. The hardness he was stroking a second ago presses against my bare clit, and I let out a soft groan as I rub against him, kissing him hungrily.

I’m completely soaked by now. My body has been on edge ever since Marcus fucked me in the laundry room—sated but still hungry for more—and after the way he and Ryland kissed me, I feel like I’m channeling an electric current.

“Fuck, Rose,” Theo grunts into my mouth. “You’re getting me wet. I can fucking feel you soaking through my pants.”

It doesn’t sound like a complaint, and as if to prove that fact, he grips my hips and grinds me down even harder against his cock, smearing my cream all over himself. It’s filthy and possessive… and I fucking love it.

He breaks our kiss to trail his lips down over my chin and jaw, and I tilt my head back, letting him continue his path all the way down my throat as I lean backward slightly. He growls against my skin and delves one hand beneath the fabric of my dress, readjusting my position on his lap slightly as he slides a thick finger inside me.

“Oh, god…”

The words are a half-choked whisper as my pussy walls clamp around the intrusion. I thought his cock against my clit felt good, but this is even better. My walls ripple around him as he adds a second finger, and I start to ride his hand, working my hips against his palm as I try to take more of him inside me.

“Angel.” Marcus’s voice is gruff and commanding. I crane my neck to look over at him as Theo drags his tongue across my collarbone. He’s unzipping his pants, delving his hand inside to fist his cock, and his eyes gleam with intensity as he catches my gaze. “Show me. Show us.?

?

I know what he wants, and the thought of giving it to him makes a wave of arousal pulse through me.

He wants to see.

Everything.

Forcing my unwilling muscles to work, I tug on Theo’s hair to bring his face back up to mine. I kiss him deeply, moving against his hand in the same rhythm as my lips as I chase my pleasure hard for a second. Then I slide off his lap, nearly groaning aloud at the feel of his fingers dragging out of my pussy. I miss them immediately, miss the feeling of fullness and the sweet pressure on my g-spot.

When I’m standing in front of Theo again, I reach up with my hand to push first one strap of my dress then the other off my shoulders. The fabric slides down over my breasts and torso, gathering at my waist for a moment before I shimmy it down over my hips.

Then it drops to the floor, pooling around my feet.

I’m not wearing a bra, and my shredded panties are still in the laundry room in Luca D’Addario’s house. So all that’s left on my body is the pair of heels Ryland bought me to go with the dress.

Acutely aware of the three gazes tracking my every move, I step out of my heels and kick both them and the dress to the side.

When my gaze meets Theo’s again, something has changed in his expression. Usually, there’s a hint of humor that gleams behind his blue-green eyes. It’s been mostly absent for the past two weeks, but I noticed it spark to life again when he realized Marcus had come back to us—as if color had been returned to the world again.

But right now, he doesn’t look like he finds any of this amusing. He looks serious.

Intense.

And hungry as fuck.

I can hear the sounds of Marcus and Ryland stroking themselves behind me, but I don’t turn around to look, as tempting as it is. Instead, I hold Theo’s gaze, letting the chemistry that’s simmered between us for weeks charge the air.

This is about all of us, about the four of us. But right now, this moment? It’s only me and Theo.

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