Page 74 of Heat Island
Why would he?
“Close your eyes,” Lucas instructs, his voice a low rumble that vibrates through my chest. I comply, letting my lids flutter shut, the darkness amplifying every sound, every brush of air against my skin. His hands rest lightly on my hips now, guiding me forward with gentle pressure. “Just feel. Nothing else matters right now.”
My breath hitches as another set of hands—Cash’s, I think, from the precise, measured touch—graze my shoulders, slipping the straps of my sundress down my arms. The fabric slides against my skin, pooling at my waist, leaving my upper body bare. A shiver races through me, not from the cool breeze, but from the anticipation curling tight in my core.
“You’re beautiful,” Cash murmurs, his breath warm against the nape of my neck. He presses a soft kiss there, then another lower, tracing the curve of my spine. My head tips back, a quiet gasp escaping as his lips map a slow path, each touch igniting tiny sparks.
Matheo steps in front of me—I know it’s him from the quiet intensity, the way his presence seems to fill the space. His fingers tilt my chin up, and even with my eyes closed, I feel the weight of his gaze.
“We’ve got you, Trinity,” he says, voice rough with promise. His lips brush mine, a teasing contact at first, then deepen into something hungry, demanding.
I melt into him, my hands finding his shoulders, gripping the firm muscle as if he’s my anchor in this storm of sensation.
Lucas’s hands slide lower, easing the rest of my dress down my hips until it falls to the floor with a soft thud. I’m bare now, vulnerable, yet the heat of their attention wraps around me like a shield. His fingers trace the curve of my waist, dipping to the sensitive skin just above my thigh, and I bite my lip to stifle a moan.
“Let us hear you,” he coaxes, his tone a mix of command and plea. “No holding back.”
I can’t stop the sound that escapes, a needy whimper as Cash’s hands join Lucas’s, one cupping my breast, thumb circling with deliberate slowness, while the other skims down my stomach, teasing but not yet giving me what I ache for.
My legs tremble, and Matheo’s grip on my waist tightens, holding me steady as he kisses me harder, swallowing my gasps.
The absence of Kyren nags at the edge of my mind—I noticed it the moment I stepped into the villa, his usual restless energy missing from the room. But before I can dwell, Lucas kneels behind me, his lips pressing against the back of my knee, a spot I didn’t even know could feel so electric. He trails kisses upward, slow and deliberate, and my knees nearly buckle.
“Bed,” Matheo growls against my mouth, the word a command we all obey. They guide me, hands never leaving my skin, until the edge of the massive bed presses against the back of my thighs. I sink onto it, the cool sheets a sharp contrast to the heat of their bodies as they surround me.
Lucas climbs over me first, his frame a comforting weight as he settles between my legs, his mouth finding mine in a kiss that’s all playful heat. Cash moves to my side, his fingers threading through my hair, tilting my head to claim my lips next, while Matheo’s hands roam my thighs, spreading them wider with a possessive touch. The air crackles with their combined focus, each movement synchronized yet distinct, a dance they’ve somehow perfected.
“Tell us what you want,” Cash whispers, his voice a low caress against my ear as his hand slips lower, teasing at the edge of where I’m already aching. My breath stutters, overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of being the center of their world, even if just for now.
“Everything,” I manage, the word raw, honest. “I want all of you.”
Matheo’s low chuckle vibrates against my inner thigh, his breath hot as he presses closer. “Then that’s what you’ll get.”
Their touches grow bolder, Lucas shedding his shirt with a quick tug, skin against skin sending sparks through me. Cash’s fingers push deeper, drawing a sharp cry from my lips, while Matheo’s mouth joins the assault, lips and tongue working in tandem to unravel me.
My hands clutch at whatever I can reach—Lucas’s shoulders, Cash’s arm—my body arching as pleasure builds in relentless waves.
I lose track of time, of thought, surrendering completelyto the rhythm they’ve set, each sensation piling on the last until I’m trembling on the edge. Lucas captures my cries with his mouth as I shatter, the release crashing through me, fierce and all-consuming. They don’t stop, drawing out every shudder, every gasp, until I’m boneless beneath them.
As I catch my breath, Matheo moves up my body, his weight settling over me, hard and ready against my core. “We’re just getting started,” he murmurs, eyes dark with intent. Cash and Lucas shift closer, their touches still lingering, promising more as Matheo positions himself, slow and deliberate.
I nod, breathless, ready for whatever comes next, lost in the heat of our combined need.
My breath comes in shallow pants as Lucas hovers above me, his eyes glinting with a wild, unrestrained hunger. The nest of pillows and blankets beneath me feels like a sanctuary, a soft cradle in the midst of this storm of sensation. My skin hums from the aftershocks of release, but the ache in my core pulses stronger, demanding more. I’m lost in this haze, the boundaries of our arrangement blurring with every touch.
Lucas grips my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh with a possessive edge. He enters me in one deep, forceful thrust, and a cry tears from my throat, raw and unfiltered. The power behind each movement rocks me, driving me higher, my body arching to meet his relentless pace. His chest heaves, sweat glistening on his skin, and the sheer intensity of him steals the air from my lungs. I’m unraveling, piece by piece, under the weight of his need.
A shadow shifts to my side, and I turn my head to see Matheo, his dark eyes burning with something fierce and untamed. He kneels close, his presence a groundingforce amid Lucas’s storm. I reach for him, my fingers trembling as they brush against his thigh.
He understands without me needing to speak, moving nearer until I can take him into my mouth. The taste of him, salty and warm, floods my senses, and a low groan rumbles from his chest, vibrating through me. I work him with my lips and tongue, matching Lucas’s rhythm, my mind narrowing to the dual sensations of being claimed and claiming in return. Matheo’s hand threads into my hair, guiding me with a gentle but firm pressure, his breath hitching when I take him deeper.
Then Cash is there, his touch a stark contrast to the raw power of Lucas and the quiet command of Matheo. He leans over me, his lips drifting over my cheek and down my neck with tender, lingering kisses. Cash’s hand cups my cheek, his thumb brushing over my skin as he pulls back just enough to murmur against my lips, “You’re everything, Trin. We’ve got you.”
The words sink into me, mingling with the overwhelming rush of sensation. My body tightens, coiling tight under Lucas’s relentless rhythm, my focus split between Matheo’s low groans and Cash’s soothing presence. I’m stretched thin, every nerve alight, the pleasure building into something sharp and inevitable.
Lucas growls, his pace faltering for a split second as he senses how close I am, and he shifts, hitting a spot that makes stars burst behind my closed eyes.
I shatter again, a keening sound muffled against Matheo as waves of bliss crash through me, pulling me under. Lucas follows, his grip on my hips bruising as he finds his own release, a guttural sound tearing from him. Matheo’s fingers tighten in my hair, his own control slipping as hespills into my mouth with a ragged breath as I wrap my fingers around his knot and squeeze hard.
