Page 110 of Seven Lost Summers
Theo’s breath drifts over the curve of my neck, hot and steady. His fingers press against my hip, thumb sliding beneath the hem of my shirt, just enough to send a shiver through me.
I am caught between them, trapped and trembling. My body aches with a need so sharp it borders on pain.
For the first time in years, I don’t want to run.
I want to fall.
I want to fucking burn.
Nate kisses me.
It isn’t soft. Nothing about it pretends to be gentle. His mouth crashes into mine with years of silence burning behind it. His hand tightens on my neck, holding me there, dragging me into him as if letting go would mean losing me. It isn’t lips brushing. It’s a storm breaking open, the taste of him flooding my mouth, stealing my breath, tearing apart every piece of control I thought I had.
Theo’s hands slide beneath my shirt, rough fingers carving fire across my skin with every slow drag upward. He finds the edge of my bra and pushes past it, knuckles grazing the curve of my breast.
My back arches into him before I can stop myself, my body betraying me, giving in.
When Nate finally pulls back, his breath lingers at my mouth. His lips are swollen, his eyes dark with something that shatters through my chest.
Theo’s mouth finds the tender spot beneath my ear, and the sound that rips out of me is a broken moan I can’t hold back.
“Fuck, listen to her,” Theo growls against my skin, his breath hot as his thumbs sweep over my nipples, dragging the ache sharper. “She’s already falling apart and we haven’t even started.”
Nate’s hand tightens slightly on my throat, just enough to make my pulse pound against his palm. His eyes lock on mine, steady and dark.
“You hear that?” he murmurs to Theo. “That’s the sound of her needing us.”
He’s not wrong.
My thoughts are gone.
All that remains is Theo’s hands under my shirt, Nate’s mouth crushing into mine, the slow drag of his breath against my lips when he pulls back just enough to speak.
My back arches, a strangled sound ripping out of me the second Theo pinches one nipple.
“Fuck,” Theo whispers against my neck, his voice thick with want. “She’s perfect. So fucking perfect. You can see how hard she’s shaking for us.”
Nate’s lips brush the corner of my mouth. “You want us to ruin you, Q?”
“Yes,” I gasp, the word shattering under the weight of it. “Please.”
Theo’s chuckle rumbles low, dark and sinful against my ear. “Begging already, and we haven’t even gotten our cocks out.”
Nate drags me into another kiss, deeper this time, his tongue pushing against mine until my whole body clenches tight. Theo’s mouth trails down my neck, teeth scraping before he sucks a mark into the soft skin above my collarbone. My fingers twist into Nate’s shirt, holding on as they both pull me deeper under.
“Look at you,” Theo murmurs, his voice thick with heat as his hands close around my breasts, thumbs rolling over my nipples until I cry out. “Already wet for us. I can smell it, Quinn. Fucking desperate.”
“You sure you want this, Q?” Nate asks, voice rough and low, every word dripping with tension. His lips trail along my jaw, breath scorching my skin. “Tell us what you want.”
I try to speak, but what escapes is broken, more moan than word.
Theo’s hand leaves my chest and slides down my stomach, fingers skimming the waistband of my shorts. The rough pads trace slow circles at my hips, teasing, making my breath falter.
“You want my cock first, baby? Or do you want Nate to split you open?” Theo whispers, mouth grazing mine. “Want us to stretch your pussy until you forget who you are? Until you scream for us?”
My knees nearly give, a raw sound tearing out of me as his fingers slip just beneath the band, close but not where I need them.
“Answer him,” Nate demands, his hand steady at my throat, his gaze locked on mine.
