POV Ivory

Every rational thought screamed at me to refuse.

I stood in the doorway, shaking my head slowly. This was insane. My children slept twenty feet away. I had a reputation in this town. I had responsibilities and consequences and a thousand reasons why this could never work.

Colt stepped closer. Close enough that heat radiated off his body and seeped through my thin shirt. He didn’t touch me. Just waited, patient as always, his hazel eyes burning into mine.

“What are you afraid of?” His voice dropped low. “Not us. You’ve already proven you’re not afraid of us.”

Kameron moved to my other side. His fingers brushed my jaw, tilting my face toward his. Those ice-blue eyes held mine with an intensity that made my knees weak.

“Stop thinking.” His thumb traced my lower lip, slow and deliberate. “Just for one night. Let us take care of you.”

I should say no. The word sat right there on my tongue, ready to end this madness before it consumed me entirely.

But Kameron’s thumb pressed gently against my mouth, and Colt’s hand settled warm and steady at the small of my back, and I was so tired. Tired of fighting what I wanted. Tired of pretending I didn’t ache for both of them every single night.

“The children are sleeping,” I whispered. “We’d have to be quiet. And this doesn’t mean I’m agreeing to anything beyond tonight.”

Both men nodded. And when Kameron’s mouth found mine, I stopped resisting.

They guided me to the bedroom in silence. The door clicked shut, and Colt turned the lock. That small sound made everything suddenly real. My hands trembled as I turned to face them.

Colt reached me first. His kiss was slow, deliberate. He claimed my mouth like he had all the time in the world, his tongue sweeping against mine with patient hunger. His hands slid beneath my shirt, palms warm against my ribcage.

Then Kameron pressed against my back. His lips found the curve of my neck, teeth grazing my pulse point. A moan escaped me before I could stop it, and Colt’s hand immediately covered my mouth.

“The children,” he reminded me quietly.

I nodded against his palm. He released me only for Kameron to claim my mouth instead, swallowing the sounds I couldn’t contain.

They undressed me together. Colt’s methodical hands worked my buttons one by one while Kameron’s impatient fingers tugged at my jeans. The contrast made me dizzy. Control and chaos. Patience and hunger. Both of them focused entirely on me.

My clothes fell away piece by piece until I stood naked between them. Kameron’s gaze traveled down my body with open appreciation while Colt’s hands mapped every curve like he was memorizing me.

I was trapped between them. Exactly where I wanted to be.

I lost count of how many times I came. Each orgasm rolled into the next until I was boneless and trembling. Sweat slicked our skin. The sheets twisted beneath us. My throat was raw from the sounds I couldn’t quite contain even with hands pressed over my mouth.

They finished inside me one after the other. Kameron first, his groan buried against my shoulder as he spilled deep, his hips jerking through his release. Then Colt with a shuddering breath and my name on his lips, filling me until I felt complete in a way I’d never known before.

When it was finally over, I lay between them in the tangled sheets. Kameron’s arm draped across my stomach. Colt’s hand threaded through my sweat-dampened hair. Our breathing slowly steadied into something synchronized. Peaceful.

I should feel shame. Should feel the crushing weight of what I’d just done. Two men in my bed. Two men who might be the fathers of my children. Two men I’d let claim me together like some fantasy I’d never dared admit to wanting.

Instead, I felt whole.

For the first time in six years, I didn’t feel alone.

Kameron pressed his lips to my temple. Colt’s fingers traced lazy patterns against my scalp. Neither man spoke. Neither needed to. The silence held everything words couldn’t capture.

I closed my eyes and let myself drift, wrapped in the warmth of two bodies that had somehow become my shelter. Tomorrow would bring questions. Complications. The impossible task of figuring out what this meant for my children, my reputation, my carefully constructed life.

But tonight, I let myself rest.

Tonight, I let myself be held.