Seb glances back at me with a faint smile. “Yes.”
I take a deep breath. “I think I want to go see the barn.”
“Really? Are you sure?”
“Yeah,” I say. “I think it’ll help.”
And that’s how we wind up walking the path through the woods to the familiar clearing. The barn was a completely lost cause. All that’s left is blackened wreckage, unidentifiable except for the shell of what was the tractor.
They never found any evidence of Dennis in the aftermath. I guess the fire burned so hot there was nothing left of him. I feel no empathy for the man who’s been my tormentor since I was a girl. He still haunts my dreams, and I hate him viscerally for it. But I’ve been talking about the experiences with my therapist, and it’s helped tremendously.
Lincoln’s guys covered up Nedry’s death nicely too. He’s just a missing person now, and no one is around to care that he’s gone.
As I pick through the rubble, something catches my eye, and I lift a charred chunk of wood to reveal my mom’s bracelet. I pick it up and wipe the dirt from it.
“It must be white gold if it survived the fire,” Seb murmurs from behind me.
I turn and find him and B watching me closely. “What do you mean?”
“Other metals probably would have been damaged or destroyed, but gold has a pretty high melting point.”
B shoves him playfully. “How the hell do you know everything?”
“I’m really smart.” Seb shoves him back. “And Marcus and I had to learn stuff like that when we added insurance to the pub.”
“Oh,” I say quietly, looking back down at the white and blue stones. The chain is still broken, so I slide it into my pocket.Something in my heart clicks, like I finally feel the closure I never got when my mom died. I look around a little more, but when the sky starts to darken, we head back.
B brings some logs into the cabin, and we light a fire and settle in for the night. I sit on the couch, curling my legs beneath my body and thumb through the next book in the Shannara series. I feel a gentle hand on my neck, and when I look back, B gives me a soft kiss.
My body responds to the connection instantly, and I turn around and lean over the back of the couch, deepening the kiss until it’s passionate and sloppy, and when B pulls away with a startled expression, I’m breathless.
“Fuck, B. I need you. Both of you. Right now.”
Seb looks at us from the kitchen and pauses when he sees my expression. “What?” he asks, his eyes narrowing. He points a spatula at Brantley. “Why do you look so excited?”
I take B’s hand and shoot Seb a wicked smile, pointing toward the loft with a cant of my head.
“Oh,” he says, understanding dawning, and for a minute anxiety flickers over his features. But he follows us up.
I don’t waste any time once we reach the bed. I push B down and he lands with a loud “Oof.” I climb his body with purpose, pulling off my clothing until I’m straddling him in nothing but a pair of panties.
“Fuck, Fi,” he groans, and he’s already rock hard through his jeans, the ridge of his cock digging against my soaking-wet pussy. He reaches up and pinches one of my nipples, and I moan and lower my face to his in a blistering kiss.
I pull away and yank off B’s shirt. Then, I pop the button on his pants and pull them off. Before I can go farther though, Brantley stops me with a gentle hand on my wrist. He looks over my shoulder.
“C’mere, Bastian. No way you’re getting out of this one.”
I turn and look at Seb. He’s standing at the foot of the bed,watching us with lust-laden eyes, one hand in his pants while he slowly strokes himself. I nod. “Everyone is getting fucked tonight.” Seb raises an eyebrow and licks his lips. “Strip, Seb,” I command.
He doesn’t need to be told twice.
B sits up beside me and shimmies off his boxers, and I reach over, giving his cock several firm pulls while we watch the way Seb’s muscles ripple with every movement. The man is a work of art.
B’s eyes roll back, and he whimpers while I play. When Seb steps closer, I reach out eagerly, stroking him with my other hand. Jacking off two guys together isn’t really something I ever thought I’d be doing. As much as I pretended to envy Charlie for her throuple, I didn’t think I was built for this kind of relationship. But somehow, we all work, and it’s sexy as fuck.
Brantley lies back, and I pause my ministrations when he pulls me down beside him so I land on my back. Seb yanks me to the edge of the bed, and I yelp in surprise, looking down as he starts to kiss and lick his way up the insides of my thighs. B’s hand trails along my stomach, and he leans down, licking my curves as if he can’t get enough.
Seb’s breath is hot against my damp panties, and when he shoves them to the side, he takes my clit into his mouth. I arch my back as pleasure radiates down my legs and up my spine. “Fuck, that feels amazing.”
