Page 56 of For Love and Blood and Fury

Marisol’s hands moved restlessly, her fingers tangling in Elena’s hair, pulling her closer, deepening the kiss. She was a woman thrashing against needless restraint.

Behind her, the sound of the shower stopped. They were hurling toward a decision point, and Elena was so sure it was going to go her way. There was too much right here.

Kissing her again, Elena pressed Marisol hard against the counter, her breath hitching when she parted her legs with herthigh. She was exactly where she wanted her, chest heaving and body aching with desire, when Zuri’s presence made Elena pull away from the kiss.

But she left Marisol pinned to the counter, wanting to show Zuri what Elena already knew. That Marisol was not timid. That she had the same ravaging passions, she just didn’t know it yet.

Eyes half lidded and lips parted, Marisol was thrumming with so much lust that Elena nearly doubted that two of them would be enough to quench it. As soon as Marisol registered Zuri’s presence in the kitchen, her eyes snapped open.

“How are you feeling?” she asked, voice husky before she cleared her throat. “Was your shower?—”

Zuri sauntering toward them in nothing but a blessedly skimpy tank top that landed at her mouthwatering thighs stopped Marisol mid-question.

“You talk too much, Bambi.” Zuri’s eyes were polished bronze, her gaze exuding heat when it landed on Elena’s fanged smirk before shifting to Marisol. Marisol, whose exhilaration was wrestling with her fear of the unknown.

When was she going to understand that Zuri was not jealous? That they both wanted her? That she didn’t have to do anything as boring as choosing?

“I’m so sick of talking,” Zuri said, but her voice wasn’t laced with weariness. It was husky and hot, revealing what she wanted before her lips moved again. “I’m sick of thinking and worrying about how the fuck I’m going to fix all this shit I don’t understand.” She ran her palm along Marisol’s side, sending a visible shiver over her body. “Do you want this, Bambi?”

Marisol opened her mouth then closed it again. She was trying to read between the lines, but she didn’t have to. It was all in the open, much to Elena’s delight.

“Yes,” Marisol whispered. She ran her hand over Zuri’s before grabbing her wrist and tugging her closer.

Without resistance, Zuri floated forward. With one hand on Marisol’s waist, Zuri pulled Elena in behind her. When she took Marisol’s parted lips between hers, she was yanking Elena in close.

The sight of Marisol yielding under Zuri’s touch set Elena’s skin on fire. She pressed into Zuri’s ass, pushing her between Marisol’s legs.

Fuck.

When Zuri leaned back into her, Elena’s heart yearned to race. Ached to remember what it was like the first time a woman looked at her with kiss-swollen lips and eyes dripping with lust. And then Zuri reached back and turned her head toward Elena, fingers scraping Elena’s scalp when she pulled her in.

Lips soft and concealing her bite, Zuri kissed Elena with the taste of Marisol on her tongue. Groaning, Elena reached out. One hand around Zuri’s thick waist and the other reaching for Marisol, finding the warm skin of her cheek before running her thumb over it.

“This is just sex,” Zuri said, voice too soft and eyes only on Elena. “We’re never getting back together,” she warned, and no part of Elena believed her. The lie was glowing in her expressive eyes. “And I’m definitely…” She made a fist in Elena’s hair, but it could never be hard enough. “Neverevergoing to fall in love with you again.”

Elena shouldn’t smile, but her body was full of a need so naked, concealing it was no fun. “Why didn’t you give that warning to her?”

Zuri looked away from her, moving as slow as dropped silk when she turned her face to Marisol. “Do I have to worry about you falling in love with me, Bambi?”

Green eyes widened with ayesso obvious, Elena was sure that it had already happened. That she was already hooked. And who could ever blame her?

Without waiting for her to answer, Zuri kissed Marisol again. Elena grinned. In her two lives, she couldn’t remember having been so delighted at being right.

Marisol’s response was lost in the heat of Zuri’s next kiss. Zuri wanted the sun and the moon. Marisol’s radiant warmth and Elena’s seductive darkness. And there was nothing Elena would deny her.

Chapter Thirty-Five

Pulse pounding so hardit was impossible to breathe, Marisol found herself standing at the foot of Zuri’s bed. She was both out of her body and so completely connected to it that she felt Elena’s hands on the hem of her shirt like an open flame igniting her skin. Zuri’s lips against her jaw were a seismic tremor.

She was doing this. She was really doing this. And God… She wanted it.

Closing her eyes, Marisol snaked her arm around Elena’s waist just as she tugged on Zuri’s tank top and pulled her flush against her side.

“Ask for what you want,” Zuri whispered, breath warm against the shell of her ear. “It’s the only way to get it.”

Mouth dry, Marisol wrestled with her sudden inability to speak. Wasn’t it obvious what she wanted? Why else would they all be freaking touching each other in front of a big ass bed? They’d kissed already... It wasn’t hard to follow the pattern. To guess what should come next. To know what she wanted.

“Maybe I like surprises,” she joked, willing the moment to change. To squirm out of the sweltering spotlight. To propel them forward without having to speak.

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