“Well, I …” I look at Ethan, words failing me.
“Go on then.” He grins.
“What?” I ask.
He gestures at me, then at Juniper. “You can’t bloody well have her be the only one with her baps out!”
I drop my head in my hands, but when I look up, Juniper nods, eyebrows raised.
“Oh, I wholeheartedly agree.” She tugs at the bottom of my top for good measure.
“Okay, fine.” I take it off, revealing my plain black bra underneath.
Now they’re both ogling me.
“What?” I blush harder, and Ethan leans over. With one quick tug, he unhooks my bra, and I let it fall to the floor.
I eye them both. “Happy now?”
Ethan nods while Juniper simpers.
“Ecstatic,” she says, bridging the short distance between us. She plants a trail of kisses down my neck to my collar bone, to my left breast, then my right.
I can hardly breathe. I hardly dare to, in case I break whatever spell this is she’s casting over me. Over us.
When she takes one hardened nipple in her mouth and the other between her thumb and forefinger, I just about lose it altogether. Fuck. I could come at this touch alone.
A moan escapes me, and Juniper gently tugs at me with her teeth.
“Oh, fuck.” I gasp.
She lets go, and I struggle to catch my breath. “Adda girl.”
Ethan gapes at us both then says, “This is the best fucking night of my life.”
Juniper catches my gaze and we both laugh.
“It better be,” she says. Then she proceeds to do things to us both which I could not have envisioned even in my wildest dreams.
Ethan joins us as we touch each other. Eyes everywhere. Hands everywhere. Heat all over.
We burn with desire, and soon we’re all naked, our bodies bathed in equal parts orange flame and inky shadow.
We toss and turn, and stroke, and play, and feel, letting ourselves go.
I let myself go.
I marvel at Juniper’s soft curves, her chestnut hair, her playful smile as she teases us both and we tease her back. She’s so beautiful I could cry.
Then her perfect lips press their way down my body, and I lay on my back, powerless to her touch.
“Is this okay?” she asks softly, pausing at my centre.
“It’s okay. I’m okay,” I reassure her. “Are you okay?”
She nods. “Right now I’m on cloud fucking nine.”
I look up at the beams above us and give myself over to her, and to Ethan—physically, mentally, emotionally, sexually. I come apart. I surrender.
