"I want you." I hold each of their gazes long enough that there's no ambiguity. "All three of you. Right now. In my nest. And if someone doesn't touch me in the next ten seconds, I'm going to lose my entire mind."
Arthur crosses the room first and steps into the nest like he's entering a cathedral, careful not to disturb the walls I built. He kneels in front of me with the kind of deliberateness that makes my pulse stutter. His hands find my face. His thumbs trace my cheekbones.
"You built this for us," he says quietly.
"I built it for us," I whisper, my throat tightening.
He kisses me. Slow, deep, tasting like bourbon. His hands slide down my neck, my shoulders, and every place his fingers touch turns to honey. Rosemary, bourbon, and cigar leaf fill the air between us, and I make a sound into his mouth that would normally mortify me, but my capacity for shame officially left the building about twenty minutes ago.
The mattress shifts. Mason settles behind me, his chest warm against my back, and his mouth finds the curve of my neck. My body arches into both of them at once.
Knox. I reach for him without looking and find his hand. Pull. He folds into the nest on my right side and his fingers thread into my hair and tilt my head so he can kiss me when Arthur breaks away.
Eucalyptus and amberwood flood my senses. I whimper against his mouth and feel Mason's grip tighten on my hips.
My hindbrain goes white-hot and quiet. No more drumbeat. No more words exceptyes,moreandmine.
"Shirt off," Knox murmurs against my lips.
"Bossy," I manage.
"You're the one who gave us a ten-second ultimatum," he says, his eyes doing something I'm sure would get him arrested in some jurisdictions.
Fair point.
Mason's hands find the hem of my t-shirt from behind. His knuckles graze my thighs as he drags it up, slow enough that I want to whimper. Arthur's fingers trace the strip of bare skin as it's revealed. Knox watches.
Mason pulls it over my head and the cool air hits my skin for exactly one second before three pairs of hands replace it.
"God," Arthur breathes.
"Beth," Mason says against my shoulder.
Knox doesn't say anything. He just looks at me with those dark eyes and runs his thumb along the curve of my waist and the restraint in his expression is the hottest thing I have ever seen in my life.
I reach for him. "Knox. Stop thinking."
His mouth twitches. Then he leans in and kisses the hollow of my throat, his teeth graze my collarbone and I stop being able to form sentences.
Mason's hands map my ribs from behind. His lips find the sensitive spot below my ear, and he exploits it shamelessly while Arthur's mouth tracks down the center of my chest. He pauses. Looks up at me.
"Tell me what you want," he says.
"Everything."
"Specific everything or general everything?" He teases.
"Arthur, I swear to—"
He puts his mouth on my breast and the rest of the sentence evaporates. His tongue circles my nipple and his hand cups the other and I arch into him so hard Mason has to brace to keep me upright.
"There it is," Mason murmurs into my hair. "Let go, sweetheart."
Knox's hand slides down my stomach. Slowly. Deliberately. Fingertips tracing a path that has me holding my breath, and when he reaches the waistband of my underwear he pauses.
"Yes," I say before he can ask. "God,yes."
His fingers slip beneath the fabric and find me and I jolt like I've been electrocuted. He makes a rough sound.
