Page 111 of Seven Lost Summers
“Yes,” I choke out, thighs trembling, heat throbbing between them until it’s unbearable. “I want it,” I whisper. “I fucking want you.”
Theo’s teeth catch my earlobe, a low groan vibrating against my skin. “Good girl. We’ll give you everything. We’ll wreck that pretty little cunt.”
Nate crushes his mouth to mine again, rougher this time, his free hand gripping my waist and dragging me tight against him. His cock presses hard against my stomach, heat and promise radiating through the thin space between us.
Theo’s fingers slide lower, brushing over the damp fabric of my panties.
My whole body jerks, a loud, desperate moan tearing free.
“Fuck,” Theo growls into my neck. “Soaked. Just like I said. You want us to fill you up, don’t you? Two cocks stretching you until you can’t take anymore?”
“Yes,” I cry out, the word ripping through me with no shame left to hold it back. “Please. Fuck, yes.”
Nate’s thumb strokes over my pulse, his voice dropping to a dangerous murmur. “You’re ours now, Q. Every single fucking inch of you.”
Theo presses his thumb to my clit, rubbing tight circles that send fire racing through every nerve.
My body buckles, head falling back against his shoulder as another helpless moan spills out.
“Say it,” Theo whispers at my ear, his tone dark and commanding. “Tell us you’re ours.”
My hips stutter forward, legs shaking, breath catching, and then I’m gone.
“I’m yours,” I breathe. “Both of you. Fuck. I’m yours.”
Chapter 20
Nate
Thesecondthatyesleaves her mouth, everything ends.
The sound isn’t soft or shy.
The word lands with teeth, sharp enough to tear through me and drag every filthy thought I’ve buried right to the surface. That single word sinks in, claws deep, and I swear the impact lives in my bones.
Quinn fucking Thomas, saying yes.
To me.
To us.
I never thought I’d hear those words.
Not in this life.
Not from her mouth, wet and swollen from kissing me, whispering a surrender that’s been years in the making.
It isn’t just a yes.
It’s a fucking gift, handed over like she’s been aching to give it since the first time I threw a cocky line her way. Seventeen, all mouth and no fucking clue what I was playing with. A dare. That’s all it was back then. Praying she’d crack, praying she’d break and let me have her. Let me touch, savor that sweetness. Let me own every inch of her until it consumes her, until it makes breathing impossible without my name in her head.
And now here it is.
That little yes. But the sound is more than a word. The plea comes wrapped in fire. The promise is desperate, proof she’s already halfway undone and waiting for us to finish the job.
My cock’s hard enough to hurt. Pressing against denim, throbbing, demanding to be inside her before I even have the chance to blink. She’s in front of me, a goddamn masterpiece in ruin. Lips kiss-bruised, chest rising too fast, breaths coming shallow and uneven.
And fuck me, if that isn’t the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.
