Page 78 of Recurve Ridge

I love him.

And I want them all.

Every thought swept away as Robe rolled me onto my back, pressing his body over mine. His weight sank into me as a comfort rather than a threat. I wriggled beneath him, arching up for greater contact. His hips thrust against me, the coarse hairs on his thighs rasping against my curves as I wrapped my legs around his waist, tilting my hips up.

He pressed his cock to my opening and held himself there, pulsing. Animalistic and wild, he claimed my mouth in a savage kiss that left me with no doubt that we shared the suffering of our combined epiphany.

Robe tore away with force. A bellow rose from his throat, and a single word jolted me out of my haze.

“Jon.”

My hands tightened on his back. “Robe, please?—”

The door swung open, Jon’s mass filling it as he gripped the lintel above his head. Breath wheezed from his chest as he surveyed the room with a clinical, assessing glance.

Until that gaze rested on me.

“What? Is she hurting?” Jon asked, his tone terse as he strode into the room, kicking the door shut behind him.

The bed dipped with his weight as he settled behind me. Robe lifted me enough for Jon to scoot beneath my body. Denim scratched the backs of my thighs as arms the size of tree trunks wrapped tight around all of us, sandwiching me in the middle.

The pressure of being crushed between two giant chests might have been a pleasurable torture, except for the one thing I lacked.

I flapped at a shoulder, choosing the nearest one without bothering to check who owned it. “Air.

“Oh.” Jon released our group, rocking back a few inches. Hands grazed my spine, stroking the healed scars there with a gentle reverence that shot heat through me as he took in my naked state. “Mari….” His voice turned husky and rough, so different to his sweet touch when he calmed my nightmares in this very bed.

I fixed my gaze on Robe, my brow dipping as I tried to process too many sensations and thoughts at the same time. Guilt still gnawed at me, but under his tense expression, I pushed that aside to focus on him.

He smiled, reaching around me to cover Jon’s hand and press his palm to my body, though he kept his gaze locked on mine. “It’s okay, Mari. This is who we are, who we want to be with you.” He dipped his head to kiss me long and slow while Jon’s hand curled around my ribs, his touch supportive. “We share what we love, and right now….”

Intensity was pinpointed on me as his mouth curled in a wicked, sinful smile.

Desire slammed into me at that look. I shivered in their arms, trying to work out why my body wanted the impossibility of what my brain had heard but struggled to process. The hints were there—the glances over my head, their dual touch… but it was more than that.

“You mean… all of you? Not just you two?” I squeaked.

Jon’s chest rumbled at my back. “If that’s what you want, too, Mari. We will never rush you. I didn’t think we were going to—” He broke off the brittle words aimed at the other occupant in the room.

“Things got out of hand,” Robe growled, his eyes full of violence as he flicked his gaze over my head.

I knew he remembered that day in his bathroom when he’d watched Alan play us both. His fingers dug into my skin, offering a deep, sensual massage to tender flesh in a touch designed to drive me mad with need for him.

Pressed between them as I was, my breath evaporated, basic body functions overrun with emotion and arousal. I let my mind turn that over for a long moment while they waited with patience for me to reach my own conclusions. I searched for a reason not to, but… the emotion I was lacking was fear.

I trusted the two behemoths as much as I did at any other time. Both men had developed our trust, crushing any doubt about what I wanted, what would be acceptable to them all, though I still trembled at the thought of what my body could take.

“I will break you.”

I had no doubt that Robe’s promise meant something to him, but I was ready for that challenge. Managing both him and Jon? Another impossibility to face for another time.

Not reassured by a long shot, I swallowed beneath Robe’s watchful gaze and glanced over my shoulder at Jon. “I’m not hurting. Robe freaked out. I think.”

“Robe did not freak out.” The amused voice at my front belied the tension in his tone, though I knew he spoke the truth. Something else was there… but I couldn’t pick it out. Robe broke the dark gaze he’d been using to lock me in place and tilted his head to one side. “Doubt. One very big doubt. I need to know I won’t ruin her,” he rasped.

Pinned between the two enormous men, the fact that they spoke over me about me without speakingtome was a nice reprieve. I settled between their twin masses, my thighs draped over Robe’s hips, and leaned back into Jon.

He took the light pressure—I couldn’t be more than that to him—without question, leaving me to think through the men’s relationship once more.“This is who we are.”I knew Robe shared everything with Jon; he rammed that point home enough times. I just hadn’t listened.

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