Chapter 33
Chapter Thirty-Three
Creed
Then . . .
Her throat moves as she swallows.
“Yes.”
“Words for him too.”
Her gaze slides to Halston.
The confidence leaves her face for one exposed second, and what’s under it nearly takes me apart. Want. Nerves. Love so big she doesn’t know where to put it.
“Yes,” she whispers to him. “I want you too.”
Halston’s jaw flexes.
Then he bends and kisses the inside of her thigh.
Liv’s eyes close.
I catch her chin and bring her back to me. “Stay with us.”
Her eyes open again.
I lower my mouth to hers.
The kiss is slow at first. Tender. Then her hand comes up around the back of my neck, and she pulls me closer with a need that split makes my control down the center. I give her my tongue. She takes it. Her thighs shift open for Halston, and I feel her gasp into my mouth as his lips move higher.
I pull back just enough to look at him.
“Get your mouth on her pussy.”
Liv makes a sound.
Halston’s eyes go darker.
He looks at her. “Do you want that?”
She nods, frantic.
“Words,” he says.
Her eyes flash because being forced to say it is torture for her, which is exactly why we need her to.
“Yes,” she breathes. “Please.”
That please nearly ends me.
Halston lowers himself between her legs.
I stay near her face, one hand braced beside her head, the other sliding into her hair.
I watch him kiss her first. Not her pussy.
Her thigh. Her hip. The crease where she is trembling.
He takes his time because he knows patience will make her desperate, and because Halston has never known how to worship anything without treating it like it might vanish if touched wrong.
Then his mouth finally meets her.
Liv jerks beneath us.
“Oh fuck,” she gasps.
I kiss the sound from her mouth.
Halston licks her slowly, and her whole body reacts. Her back rises off the bed. Her hand flies toward him, but I catch her wrist and gently pin it gently beside her head.
“Let him,” I say against her lips.
“I am.”
“No, you’re trying to manage him.”
“I manage when overwhelmed.”
Halston hums against her, and her argument turns into a broken little moan.
My cock pulses against her stomach.
She feels it.
Her eyes drop between us, then lift to mine, hazy and bold in a way that steals my breath.
“Creed,” she whispers.
I know what she wants before she says it.
Still, I make her tell me.
“What?”
Her mouth opens.
She hesitates.
There is the microsecond. The moment when shame tries to step in and turn wanting into a joke. I see it. I hate it. I kiss her once, soft enough to remind her we are not here to punish her for needing us.
“What do you want, baby?”
Her eyes shine.
Then she says it.
“You. In my mouth.”
Halston groans against her pussy.
My whole body goes hot.
His eyes lift to mine from between her legs. “You heard her, feed our girl your cock.”
Liv watches me move, breath coming fast now, body trembling from Halston’s tongue. I shift up the bed, careful with my knees beside her shoulders, careful with her even though there is nothing careful about the way she looks at me.
I take myself in hand.
Her lips part.
“Tap me if it’s too much,” I say.
Her expression softens through the heat. “I know.”
“I need to hear it.”
That gets her.
Her hand comes to my thigh, not pushing, just holding. “I’ll tap.”
I brush my thumb over her lower lip.
She opens for me.
The first wet heat of her mouth makes my hand clench in her hair.
“Fuck, Liv.”
Her eyes stay on mine as she takes me in, slow and sweet and so earnest about it that pleasure folds into something almost painful. Halston licks her again, firmer now, and her moan vibrates around my cock.
I nearly lose it.
Not because of her mouth.
Because of her eyes.
Because Halston is between her legs and I am in her mouth, and somehow this doesn't feel like taking. It feels like being allowed into the most secret room in the world and finding both of them already there, waiting for me.
I stroke her hair back from her face.
“That’s it,” I murmur. “So good for us.”
Her eyelids flutter.
Halston’s hand tightens around her thigh.
I see what praise does to her. What being ours does to her. Not owned. Never small. Held. Chosen. Adored until she can’t outthink it.
Her mouth works over me, tentative at first, then surer as I guide her with a hand in her hair. I keep the pace slow. Let her learn me. Let her take what she wants while Halston takes her apart with his tongue.
The room fills with sound.
Her breath. My voice. Halston’s low groan against her. The wet, filthy proof of all three of us wanting at once.
Liv’s hips roll toward Halston.
He lifts his mouth just enough to speak against her.
“Beautiful,” he says.
Her body shakes.
I feel the sound she makes around me.
“Look at him,” I tell her.
Her eyes turn down.
Halston is already looking up at her, mouth wet, gaze locked on her face like nothing in the world matters more than making her come. Liv’s hand searches for him blindly, and he catches it, lacing their fingers together on her stomach as his mouth returns to her.
That image goes into me and stays.
My hand tightens in her hair.
“Fuck,” I whisper.
Liv’s eyes come back to mine.
She takes me deeper.
I stop breathing.
For one second, I see it clearly. The terrible, perfect shape of us. Halston’s mouth on her. Her mouth on me. My hand in her hair. His hand in hers. Love moving through our bodies because words have never been enough for what we keep surviving.
I move my thumb along her cheek.
“Easy,” I tell her, though I’m the one unraveling.
Her answer is another moan, and Halston’s tongue makes her hips jerk beneath us.
The night narrows to this.
Just Liv, spread between the men who love her, taking us both because she asked, because she wanted, because for once she let herself be the center without apologizing for it.
Halston lifts his eyes to mine.
I nod once.
Keep going.
He does.
Liv’s body bows under us, and her hand grips mine like she knows the fall is coming.
I hold on.
So does he.
Then her fingers tap my thigh.
Once.
Twice.
Everything in me stops.
I pull back immediately, breath rough, one hand going to her cheek. Halston freezes between her legs, his mouth leaving her with care so fast it almost hurts to watch. His hand stays on her hip, not holding her down now. Grounding her. Waiting.
“Liv?” I ask.
Her eyes are wet and wild, her mouth swollen, her chest moving too fast.
For one second, panic claws up my ribs.
Then she shakes her head, almost annoyed with herself. “No. I’m okay. I’m okay.”
Halston rises onto one elbow, eyes fixed on her face. “Tell us.”
She swallows.
There is the fight again. The bright, brutal part of her trying to reorganize desire into something less vulnerable. I see the moment she almost makes a joke. I see her decide not to.
“I want you,” she whispers.
I brush my thumb beneath her eye. “You have us.”
“No.” Her voice breaks on the word. “I mean—inside. I want one of you inside me.”
My body reacts so hard that I have to breathe through it.
Halston goes still.
Liv looks between us, flushed and trembling. “I can’t take both of you tonight.”
“Don’t,” I say.
Her eyes cut to mine.
“Don’t apologize.”
“I wasn’t.”
“You were preparing to.”
Her mouth trembles, and there she is, my impossible girl, naked and needy and still trying to manage everyone else’s feelings before her own.
Halston moves up her body slowly, leaving kisses along her thigh, her hip, her stomach, until he is beside her. He touches her face with two fingers.
“Liv,” he says, voice low. “You don’t owe us more than you want.”
Her eyes close.
That is what almost breaks me.
Not the heat. Not the sight of her wet and shaking between us. Not the fact that I am hard enough to hurt, and Halston looks like restraint is tearing him open from the inside.
It is her face when she is told she doesn't have to earn love by enduring more than she wants.
She opens her eyes again.
“Hal,” she whispers. “Fill me.”
The words are so soft I almost miss them.
Halston doesn’t.
His whole body changes.
Liv reaches for me too, fingers closing around my wrist. “And I want you. I just—”
“I know,” I say.
She lets out a shaky breath. “Stop being emotionally competent when I’m naked. It’s unsettling.”
I smirk. “Noted.”
I lean down and kiss her.
Not to quiet her. To tell her I heard every part. The want. The limit. The fear that a limit might cost her something.
It doesn’t.
When I pull back, Halston’s gaze is already on mine. Something passes between us. A decision. A question. A need with nowhere clean to go.
His hand moves to my jaw.
For a second, I think he’ll kiss me.
Instead, his thumb brushes my lower lip, slow enough to make Liv’s breath catch.
Hal leans closer, his mouth almost touching mine. “You know what I want.”
I do.
Fuck, I do.
My hand slides to the back of his neck. “Say it.”
Liv’s breath catches again. Her eyes move between us, need and tenderness tangled together across her face.
Halston’s jaw flexes.
“I want you inside me,” he says, and the words come out raw enough to strip the room down to skin and breath. “While I’m inside her.”
Liv makes a soft sound.
My whole body goes tight.
Halston’s thumb is still on my mouth. His eyes are dark, exposed in a way he almost never lets himself be.
I kiss him then.
Hard.
Not because I have to take charge. Because he asked for something true, and my body has no other language big enough to answer.
He opens beneath me with a rough exhale, and Liv’s hand comes up to my back, holding me there, pressing me closer to him as she lies beneath us, watching us love each other for her too.
When I break the kiss, Halston looks wrecked—just how I feel.
Liv reaches for both of us, one hand on my arm, the other at Halston’s chest. “No condom,” she says, and the blush that follows is immediate, fierce, adorable. “We’ve done this. Nothing’s changed. I’m still on Depo. We’re still clean.”
Halston’s mouth curves against her cheek. “You rehearsed that.”
“I condensed it for efficiency.”