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“Hang on, hang on, hang on.” Raleigh’s muttering to himself constantly, and I don’t know if he means me or West or himself, but if he doesn’t start moving again soon, I’m going to die. West’s grip on my hips is rough, his stomach muscles standing out in stark relief in the shadow of the room as he holds us still, his unsteady breathing the only indication he’s as affected by this as we are.
With one last unsteady push, Raleigh’s body comes up against mine.
“Okay,” he breathes. “Okay, Callie?”
“Christ, yes.” My eyes are open, unfocused and wide. I can’t see or hear anything in the world that isn’t West or Raleigh or the rising storm inside me. “Please. Please.”
“Now,” growls West, and he arches up into me.
“Oh, my God. I can feel you,” gasps Raleigh. “West, I can feel you.”
“Feel you,” agrees West. “Nothing but you two. Nothing else.”
There’s no more talking then. Or no more words, at least. Our bodies take over, the movement increasingly frantic and needy. Raleigh is the first to get there, clutching me to his chest, his fingers clenching, his face buried in my neck. West follows him almost immediately, rising up under me, bucking into me so hard only Raleigh’s grip holds me in place. The sheer force of their energy sets me off, and when my climax hits, the wave takes me under.
When I come back into myself, Raleigh is murmuring in my ear.
“Love you,” he whispers, rolling his forehead against my shoulder. “Love you so much.” I don’t think he means us to hear it at all. West is gasping at the ceiling, wide-eyed, looking stunned to say the least.
My heart is so full, I could burst all over again.
Lucy’s car is already parked over at the building we use for Hale House, so I hurry around to my own side door, hoping to avoid being seen doing the walk of shame into my own house.
The thought is so ridiculous, by the time I get the door unlocked, I’m laughing my head off, only to stop short when I see Finn sitting at the kitchen table.
His mouth tightens but he doesn’t look up from whatever feed is scrolling on his phone.
“Have a good night?” he asks sarcastically. “You know what, forget I said that, I don’t want to know.”
“Finn—”
“What the hell, Callie?” he says. “Seriously. What the hell?”
“Don’t yell at me.”
“I’ll yell if I damn well feel like it,” he says. “Are you trying to get hurt?”
“West is—”
“Don’t start,” he says, his voice dropping to a tone I’ve never heard him use. At least, not with me. “You don’t know the first thing about Weston Thorpe.” Finn sneers, his mouth twisting with disgust. “Well, maybe the first thing.”
“Don’t be gross,” I say, folding my arms. “And while I appreciate your obvious concern, I am a grown woman. Last time I checked, I didn’t need your approval to date whomever I choose.”
“And you’ve chosen those two,” he says. The disgust on his face tells me everything I need to know about my brother’s feelings, and Christ, it hurts.
“I have,” I say, letting my arms fall and turning for the coffee maker.
“This is a mistake,” says Finn. I hear the chair scraping the floor as he stands.
“Maybe,” I say. Who are we kidding? Probably. “But it’s my mistake to make. I’m sorry if we hurt you by keeping it a secret.”
“That’s on West,” says Finn, his eyes flashing. “Do you realize he’s never had a relationship that lasted longer than a month?”
I didn’t, but I don’t bother answering. Finn’s clearly got more to say.
“And now it turns out he’s fucking men, too,” he says, throwing his hands in the air. “That’s the kind of man you want?”
“I want West,” I say. “And Raleigh. I told you yesterday—”
