“Mmm, you know it.” His gaze trails over me, and my fingers tease a featherlight touch along his chest.
“Like this?” I ask. “Wait… why are you wearing a shirt? You all spent a month walking around my beach house half naked and now I don’t even get shirtless cuddles?”
Nash smirks and lifts his hands in the air in an I don’t know gesture. I don’t give him a chance to say anything. I give a dramatic gasp and try to move further away from him, but smack into Blake’s chest. It doesn’t stop my theatrics, though.
I hold my hands to my chest like I’m protecting my heart. “Has the honeymoon phase ended already?” Hiding my smile, I move the back of my hand to my forehead and turn my head to the side. “Now that you got the pretty pop star you think the romancing is done?”
Blake’s hands come to my hips and Nash crowds my front, boxing me in between them. My favorite place to be, if I’m honest.
Warm fingers grasp my chin and gently move my face forward. “Oh, baby. We haven’t even entered the honeymoon phase yet. It’ll come though.”
“Kiss me, Nash.” I fist the center of his shirt and yank him to me. The small laugh that falls out of him gives me a giddy rush.
“Yes, ma’am,” he whispers against my lips. His hand palms the back of my head, holding me in place as he kisses me with a desperation that meets my own. Releasing my hold, I trail my fingers over the lines of his chest, feeling his muscles under his shirt. It’s a shame to have something between us, even if it’s as thin as a shirt.
The soft fabric bunches easily in my hold as I grip it from the bottom and tug it over his head. He doesn’t waste a second, pressing his chest to mine. It’s so much better being able tofeel his skin against mine, my nipples rubbing against him with every movement.
Blake gathers my hair and holds it out of his way as he trails kisses from behind my ear all the way down my neck to my shoulder. Goosebumps ripple along my arms and a shiver has me breaking away from the lip lock I’m in with Nash.
My fingers move to the waistband of Nash’s sweatpants, where I softly run my fingertips along the edge. His hips rock, making his hard cock brush against me. I’m not sure what plans he has right now, but I’m more than happy to get to the ones where we strip Blake together.
That is… after I drive him nuts.
Reaching into his sweatpants, I palm his throbbing erection. A hiss instantly fills the air around us. “Baby.” He closes his eyes and rests his forehead on mine. “Fuck, that feels good. You don’t play fair. This was supposed to be about you.”
“It still can be,” Blake says. His hand makes a path for my pussy, cupping my mound and gathering my wetness with a finger before targeting my clit. It has me so distracted that I don’t notice his other hand coming for my breast until he’s holding the weight of it. His thumb swipes back and forth, teasing my peaked nipple.
In turn, I do the same motion over the head of Nash’s cock before sliding down his length and back up. His hips thrust with the movement, giving me a groan of pleasure.
“I’ve missed you, Raina,” he whispers, his eyes blinking open to stare at me. “I know it’s dumb since you’ve been here all along. But it’s not the same constantly being in the spotlight and now having D here.”
His flirtatious personality is suddenly missing all the bubbliness that I’m used to from him, resorting to something far too somber considering his dick is in my hand.
Blake squeezes me before moving to embrace Nash. His head dips next to mine, and Nash moves his over a little to let him join in on the intimacy of the pose. “I know what you mean. I’ve been missing her and we aren’t as close.”
My body wants to jerk back, but there’s nowhere to go, and with his cheek pressed against mine, I can’t even really turn to look at him. It doesn’t stop me from responding, though. “Blake, that’s not even close to the truth. We’ve had so many heart to heart conversations. There’s a connection between the two of us that can’t be compared to the ones I have with anyone else. And the way your playing speaks to my soul…” I want to tell him that it doesn’t compare to anyone else, but at the same time, I don’t want to hurt Nash’s feelings when he’s being so vulnerable with us.
Blake’s cheek lifts against mine, and I picture him giving me a wry grin. “Yeah, that might be true, but I haven’t been able to share the same intimacy as the others.” I get the feeling he’s including the time they walked in on me with Tristan and the other night with Keaton.
“You can’t compare yourself with us like that,” Nash says, palming Blake’s cheek.
“Don’t tell me what I can and can’t do,” Blake snaps, tension threaded through his voice.
I reach a hand behind me, embracing him the best I can right now. “I know sex is seen as a pillar of intimacy, but Blake, it really isn’t. It’s about trust, and you have more of mine than most anyone else I know. Don’t ever think that just because we haven’t had sex that it means I don’t find you attractive or anything else along those lines.”
Blake releases a pent up sigh, but before he can say anything else, another thought comes to mind that I need him to hear. “There are lots of forms of intimacy… I’m willing to list them if you need.” I move out of the tight cocoon they’ve formed aroundme and wrap my arms around his neck, hugging him to me. “But do you want to know what’s more intimate than anything else I’ve done with them?”
“What?” he asks, searching my eyes for the answer.
“Writing lyrics together. Opening my soul enough to partner with someone else to put words to the songs I sing. I haven’t partnered with anyone to write a song since I was a teen with Tris. I’ll write one with you, just the two of us.” Nerves hit me out of nowhere, making me second guess myself. I lick my lips as it feels like an eternity passes me by, but it’s probably only been the span of a butterfly’s flap of wings. “If you’d like, that is.”
“Really?” he questions, unsure. “You’d want to write something with me?”
“Of course I would. Why wouldn’t I?”
“Because I’ve never done it before. What if I’m no good?” His hand comes between us to push up his glasses, only he isn’t wearing any, a sure sign of his discomfort and vulnerability.
A reassuring smile tugs at my lips, one I hope eases his nerves. “I’m filled with nothing but confidence that you’ll be amazing. It’s us, Superman. How could anything that happens between us be short of magical?”
