POV Ivory

The cottage felt too quiet when I returned from drop-off.

Marisol had practically shoved me out her door after I lingered too long, fussing over the children’s pajamas and reminding her about Levi’s nightlight.

The sleepover had been her idea, she claimed, but the knowing look in her eyes told me otherwise. My cowboys had engineered this. Every detail planned with the precision they brought to ranch work.

I drove home through the fading light, my stomach tight with anticipation I couldn’t name.

They waited in my living room. Kameron sprawled on the couch with that lazy confidence that made my pulse quicken. Colt stood by the window, his broad shoulders silhouetted against the darkening sky.

Neither spoke when I walked in. The air hung thick with unspoken intention.

Kameron spoke first. “We’ve waited long enough.” His ice-blue eyes held mine as he rose from the couch. “We’ve talked and planned and circled around what all three of us want. Tonight, no interruptions. No holding back.”

Colt’s voice came quiet from behind me. “This only happens if you want it. Truly want it.”

My heart hammered against my ribs. They tempted me. They knew I missed threesomes. I missed them both at the same time.

My answer was to reach for them both.

Kameron’s hand closed around mine first. Colt’s palm settled warm against my lower back. They moved me toward the bedroom without words, their bodies bracketing mine in the narrow hallway. The door clicked shut, and the world outside ceased to exist.

Kameron kissed me first. Hungry and claiming, his tongue sweeping past my lips while his fingers worked my shirt over my head. I barely registered the fabric leaving my body before Colt pressed against my back, his mouth trailing fire down my neck. His fingers found my bra clasp and released it with practiced ease.

I was sandwiched between them, drowning in sensation. Two different touches. Two different rhythms. Both overwhelming.

Four hands mapped territory. Kameron’s rough palms skated down my sides while Colt’s fingers traced the curve of my spine. My jeans pooled at my feet. My underwear followed. I stood naked between them, trembling with want.

Kameron’s mouth found my breasts. His tongue circled one nipple while his hand cupped the other, rolling and teasing until I gasped. Behind me, Colt’s fingers slid between my thighs, parting my folds to find the slick heat waiting for him.

I reached back to grip Colt’s hair, pulling Kameron closer with my other hand. Their groans vibrated through me from both sides.

They laid me on the bed like I was something precious. Something worth savoring.

Kameron settled between my legs, his dark curls brushing my inner thighs as he lowered his mouth to my center. The first stroke of his tongue made my back arch off the mattress. He worked me with devastating skill, licking and sucking and driving me toward an edge I could already feel crumbling beneath me.

Colt captured my moans with deep kisses. His hand found my breast, rolling my nipple between his fingers while he whispered against my lips.

“So beautiful like this. Falling apart for us. Let go, Ivory. We’ve got you.”

I shattered against Kameron’s mouth. The orgasm tore through me in waves, my thighs clamping around his head while I cried out into Colt’s kiss. He swallowed every sound, his tongue tangling with mine as pleasure consumed me.

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