When Charlie finally slips back into sleep, her fingers still loosely curled around mine, I carefully extract my hand and slip out of her room. At the top of the stairs, I find Matthew waiting for me.
"She's out?" he asks, his voice a low rumble.
"Completely." I reach for him without thinking, my palm flat against his chest. "I grabbed the baby monitor from the nursery box. We can hear her if she wakes up."
His hand covers mine, pressing it harder against him so I can feel his heartbeat. "Trenton's waiting."
The bedroom door is already open when we reach it. Trenton stands by the window, silhouetted against the security lights outside. When he turns to face us, his expression makes my breath catch, hunger and tenderness and something that looks almost like desperation.
"Lock it," he says, his voice rough.
Matthew turns the lock with a soft click that seems to echo in the quiet room. The sound triggers me, a release of the tension I've been holding since we found Charlie, since the horror of what she's endured and the knowledge that Evan is still out there.
"I need you," I whisper, the words falling from my lips before I can filter them. "Both of you. I need to forget."
Trenton crosses the room in three quick strides, pulling me against him. His mouth finds mine with bruising intensity, his hands already moving to the hem of my shirt. Matthew comes up behind me, his body pressing against my back, his lips finding the sensitive spot below my ear.
"Shower," Matthew murmurs, his voice vibrating against my skin. "Let us take care of you."
They lead me to the bathroom, a united front of hands and need and purpose. The water is already running, steam beginning to fog the mirror. Trenton pulls my shirt over my head while Matthew works the button of my jeans, their movements synchronized like they've done this a thousand times.
"We've got you," Trenton promises, his voice dropping to that register that makes my knees weak. "Tonight, you don't think about anything except how good we make you feel."
Matthew's hands slide my jeans down my hips, his fingers skimming the sensitive skin of my inner thighs. "We know what you need."
The shower is hot, the water cascading over us as we step in together. They surround me, their bodies warm and solid against mine. Trenton's mouth finds my neck while Matthew's hands cup my breasts, his thumbs circling my nipples until I gasp.
"More," I breathe, my head falling back against Trenton's shoulder. "Please."
Trenton's hand slides between my legs, finding the center of my need with unerring accuracy. "Like this?"
"Yes," I moan, my hips rocking against his touch. "Exactly like that."
Matthew turns me in Trenton's arms, his mouth claiming mine as his hand replaces Trenton's. The dual assault on my senses has me panting, my hands scrambling for purchase against slick skin.
"I need to be inside you," Trenton growls against my ear, his erection pressing against my back.
We move from the shower to the bedroom in a blur of wet skin and grasping hands. The sheets are cool against my back as I fall onto the bed, looking up at my two men standing above me, powerful, aroused, and completely focused on me.
"I want you both," I tell them, my voice steadier than I feel. "I want to forget everything except this."
Matthew reaches for the drawer where we keep the lube, his eyes never leaving mine. "We'll take care of you."
What follows is a blur of sensation: Trenton's mouth between my thighs while Matthew prepares me, his fingers stretching me with careful precision. When Trenton moves up my body, positioning himself at my entrance, Matthew is right there behind me, his cock slick and ready.
"Together," Trenton murmurs, his forehead pressed to mine.
They enter me at the same time, filling me completely. The stretch is exquisite, pushing me right to the edge of pleasure and pain. I cry out, my nails digging into Trenton's shoulders as they begin to move in tandem, finding that perfect rhythm that has been ours since the beginning.
"Look at me," Matthew commands, and I turn my head to meet his gaze over my shoulder. The intensity in his eyes pushes me higher, closer to the edge.
Trenton's pace increases, his hips driving into me with increasing force. "Let go," he encourages. "We've got you."
The orgasm crashes through me without warning, my body clenching around them both. They follow quickly, their own releases triggering a second wave of pleasure that leaves me boneless and gasping.
But they're not done with me. Not yet.
"Again," Matthew says, his voice raw with need. "We're not finished."
