Page 47 of Isla

I twist in his arms and push him onto his back, scrambling up, sitting on his thighs, and pinning him to the bed. "What makes you think I don't like dancing in the flames?" I ask, flipping my hair to oneside, holding his gaze as I plant my hands on either side of his hips and slowly lower my upper body. He pushes up on his elbows, watching me through hooded eyes. His muscles tense when there's only several inches between my mouth and his cock.

"You okay?" I ask.

"The second you take my cock in your mouth, there's no going back, Isla," he warns. "You'll be mine. Forever."

"I'm already yours," I murmur, sweeping my tongue over him, salt and musk andhimbursting in my mouth. I feather my tongue over his frenulum, greedy for those small twitches, the way his hand clenches in the bedsheets. I open wide, taking him in as far as I can, my hand still wrapped around the base of his shaft, the head of his cock hitting the back of my throat. He's so fucking big. God. I hum my appreciation as I hollow my cheeks, sliding my lips up and down his shaft.

"Isla," he groans, his abs trembling. He wraps his hand in my hair, pulling me off his cock. "It's too much," he pants. "Seeing those green eyes sparkle while they bob over my cock–fuck, Isla."

"Breakfast. Now!" Theo yells from downstairs.

"Henry, please." I lick my lips, and he jerks me up his body, crushing his mouth to mine. I melt into him, rolling my hips over his cock, my body buzzing like a live wire. He drags his teeth over my bottom lips, sucking it into his mouth, sending pure unadultered lust coursing through my system.

The sound of someone clearing their throat at the doorway has both of us freezing.

"If you two don't come down and get your breakfast while it's hot, I'm never going to cook for you again," Theo says, crossing his arms over his chest.

Henry throws me to the end of the bed, hopping on one leg, then the other as he pulls on sweatpants. "I’m not taking a chance that he’s being serious," he says, kissing my cheek before jogging past Theo and pounding down the stairs.

"I take it your cooking is important to him," I laugh, climbing offthe bed and straightening myself. Theo walks toward me, smoothing my hair and tucking it behind my ear.

"I really just wanted a second alone with you," he says, smiling. "Good morning, Sunflower."

"Good morning," I whisper, the intensity of his gaze causing shyness to creep in. He tugs me closer, angling my head, but I press my hand to his chest to stop him. "I was just–"

He backs me against the doorframe, pushing my chin up, forcing me to look him in the eyes. "I don't care what the fuck you were just doing, Isla." He gently circles my throat with his hand, holding me still while pressing his lips to mine. I scrape my nails over his scalp, pulling him closer, pushing my tongue into his mouth, meeting him stroke for stroke. He releases me a moment later, breathing hard, his gaze dark. "I can't wait for the day when I can wake up beside you and eatyoufor breakfast. But for now, we need to go eat before the food gets cold.”

Breakfast is stuffed French toast,sausage links, and fresh fruit. The guys gobble it down without even thinking about it, but I eat slowly, savoring every bite, slightly in awe of the fact that I have a man who wants to cook for me. I look around at all of them, realizing this may be the first day of the rest of our lives. If this goes well, if they stay, will they live here? Will we be sitting here sharing breakfast fifty years from now? Old and gray, a lifetime of memories between us?

"I'm claiming the first date," Henry says, gulping down the last of his orange juice. "If that's okay with you, sweetheart," he drawls, his wink doing unspeakable things to my body.

"But–" Dylan begins, blinking those big brown eyes.

"No buts. Isla and I haven't had any real time alone in a while."

Theo nods. "Henry’s right. Dylan, you can go next. I'll go last. Then our group dates can be over the weekends." He turns to me. "How does that sound to you?"

"Ah–" The sun cuts across his face, highlighting the slash of hischeekbones, the sharpness of his jaw. He arches an eyebrow, his gaze dropping to my lips. I sit up straight, clearing my throat. "Yes, that's fine." Logically, I know why I told them I wanted to wait a month until all four of us sleep together, but fuck is it going to be absolute torture. "So, what are we doing?" I ask Henry.

"I'd like to take you camping. Tomorrow night, if that works for you. It'll give us one more night to catch up on sleep."

"Speaking of sleep," Dylan says, leaning back in his chair, a glint of mischief in his eyes. "Do you really want to sleep by yourself the nights you don't have dates?"

"I mean–maybe? I don't know yet. This is a first for me. Before you guys moved into the house, I had been living by myself for almost a year, and before that, Lach lived here, but he was only here in the evenings. What if I don't like sharing my space? What if it's too much?"

"Fair enough. We'll revisit the conversation after the masquerade party."

"About this party," Theo butts in. "Do we have to dress up?"

"You can, or if you'd rather, a tux and mask would be fine."

"A tux?" Henry asks, doubt flashing in his eyes.

I reach across the table and squeeze his hand. "It'll be fun, I promise. It's usually the highlight of my year." I push back from the table, gathering empty dishes. "Thank you for breakfast, Theo. I need to go shopping for the baby shower. Anyone want to come with me?" Dylan and Henry both look at Theo. I follow their gazes, my eyes connecting with Theo's, my toes curling against the flagstones of the patio. "How about it, Theo? I know how much you absolutely love shopping," I tease.

"I'll be happy if I'm with you, Sunflower." The simple sweetness of his words has a lump forming in my throat. I could get used to this.

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