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.
Before I could recover, they switched.
Colt positioned himself between my trembling legs. He entered me slowly, controlled even now. Each thrust came deliberate and deep, stretching me, filling me completely. His hazel eyes held mine as he moved, watching every flicker of pleasure cross my face.
Kameron knelt beside my head. I turned toward him, taking him into my mouth. The taste of myself still lingered on his skin, mixed with something purely him. His hand cupped the back of my skull, guiding without demanding, as I worked him with my tongue.
The rhythm built between us. Colt's steady strokes. My mouth moving on Kameron. Three bodies synchronized into something devastating.
They rearranged me again.
On my knees now, hands braced against the headboard. Kameron positioned himself behind me, his cock pressing against my entrance before sliding home in one smooth thrust. I moaned around Colt, who sat on the headboard in front of me, his length filling my mouth as Kameron filled me from behind.
I was stretched and claimed. The pleasure bordered on unbearable.
They moved together. Both men groaned my name while their hands roamed everywhere. Kameron's fingers dug into my hips, pulling me back to meet each thrust. Colt's palm wrapped gently around my throat, tilting my head to take him deeper. Someone's hand found my breast. Someone else's fingers circled my clit.
The pressure built impossibly high.
I shattered between them, the orgasm rolling through me in waves that seemed endless. My walls clenched around Kameron as my moans vibrated around Colt. The sensation pushed them both over the edge.
Kameron came first, spilling inside me with a ragged groan that sounded like a prayer. His hips jerked against mine as he emptied himself, fingers bruising where they gripped my flesh.
Colt followed moments later. His hand tightened gently in my hair as he finished in my mouth, and I swallowed everything he gave me while his body shuddered above me.
We collapsed together in a tangle of sweat-slicked limbs.
For a long moment, no one spoke. The only sounds were our ragged breathing and the distant chorus of crickets through the open window. My body hummed with satisfaction so complete I felt boneless.
They arranged themselves around me without discussion. Kameron's arm draped across my stomach, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on my hip. Colt's breath warmed my shoulder as he pressed close against my back, his hand resting possessive over my heart.
I lay between them in the darkness, thoroughly claimed by both.
The fear I'd carried for so long had finally quieted. The worry about what people would think. The terror of being abandoned again. The desperate loneliness of raising three children while pretending I didn't ache for exactly this.
All of it dissolved in the warmth of two bodies holding me close.
"Stay," I whispered into the darkness. The word held more weight than four letters should carry. More than just tonight. More than just this bed.
Kameron's lips brushed my temple. "Always."
Colt's arm tightened around me. "Forever."
I closed my eyes and let myself believe them.
For the first time in six years, I felt completely at peace.