Chapter 108 Christianna
Chapter one hundred eight
Christianna
Curled on my side, I nuzzle into the warmth beside me as realization filters in. I flex my toes and discover they’re trapped between Remy’s calves. The weight across my waist is Erik, curled close behind me, and the faint tickle against my face is Remy’s underarm hair.
I wrinkle my nose, pull back slightly, and adjust my head on his arm. His arm flexes where it’s wrapped around my shoulder, and I let myself drift back into sleep, cozy between them.
I wake to the gentle press of lips against my shoulder.
Erik. Still curled behind me. I’m aware of him, hard and unmistakable, and just as clearly choosing not to make it my problem as his hand moves to cup my breast through my thin tank.
In front of me, Remy is still asleep, his face relaxed, his breathing deep.
Erik’s lips trace a slow path up my neck to my ear. “Good morning,” he murmurs, his voice a low hum that vibrates through me. His touch is hesitant at first, questioning. When I don’t pull away, he grows bolder, his thumb brushing over my nipple until it tightens beneath the fabric.
A soft sigh escapes me. Not fear. Pleasure. Simple and unmistakable. My body wants this, and the realization startles me.
Remy stirs, blinking awake. He watches us for a moment, a slow, sleepy smile spreading across his face.
He doesn’t speak. He just leans in and captures my mouth in a deep, unhurried kiss, his hand coming up to cradle my jaw.
My toes curl as I press back, which pushes my breast more fully into Erik’s hand.
Erik’s touch steadies behind me, his other hand sliding under my shirt to find bare skin.
Remy breaks the kiss, his eyes searching mine. He sees the question there. The hesitation. He begins to move lower, unhurried, deliberate. I know where he’s going. I agreed to this, but knowing and feeling are not the same thing.
My nerves flare. No one has ever done this. What if I’m too wet? What if I taste strange? My legs start to close.
Erik’s mouth returns to my ear. “Breathe, Tianna,” he whispers. “Just feel. We’re right here.”
His hand tightens slightly on my breast. Grounding. Present.
Remy pauses at the waistband of my shorts, his eyes lifted to mine from across my body. He’s asking. Giving me the choice without words.
And I don’t want to stop.
I take a deep, shuddering breath and give a small nod.
That’s enough.
He eases my shorts down my hips. Erik never leaves my neck, his hands steady and reverent. When Remy’s mouth finds me, the sensation pulls a cry from my throat. My back arches. It’s overwhelming, sharp and bright, and for the first time my thoughts go quiet.
I stop wondering and let myself enjoy.
Remy is gentle and intent, learning me, following every reaction. When he adds a finger, my hips lift without my permission. Erik’s hands stay with me, anchoring me, keeping me here.
Being the focus is dizzying.
The pressure builds low and tight. Remy’s fingers find a rhythm that makes my vision blur, and when release comes, it takes me with it. I shake, breath breaking, tears slipping free without warning.
For a moment, there is only breathing.
Remy presses a kiss to my thigh before moving back beside me. Erik gathers me close from behind, his arms firm and sure.
“Thank you,” I whisper, hoarse. “That was… wow.”
Remy smiles and brushes a thumb beneath my eye. “Anytime.”
Normalcy returns gently. Remy stretches. “I’m starving. I’ll make breakfast.” He kisses me once more and slips out of bed.
Erik nuzzles my neck. “I’ll take the Notes out,” he says quietly.
I lie there for a moment, wrapped in the lingering warmth of them both, and realize that for the first time in a long while, I don’t feel fractured.
I get up and head for the shower, ready to start the day.