Right as Gwenna lets out this…sigh.
Oh, fuck. Me.
Cal hears it too, and his eyes go somehow wider. I hold myself still and watch the shape of his hand move back and forth under the soft fabric. Then watch as his brows draw.
Confused.
Oh. He’s never…
“Here. It’s…” I unfreeze, practically leaping to the side of the bed, lean over, and take him by the forearm. I guide him, gently pushing his hand further down, past the front of her hips and under, to where?—
Cal lets out a sudden hiss of pleasure.
“…lower than you think,” I finish.
Gwenna gasps.
I should let go, I think. Cal is glassy-eyed, practically hypnotized, his muscles moving under my grip as he strokes her. My fingers tighten involuntarily.
I want that too.
I give in, release his wrist, and let my own fingers sink to where his have found the wet heat of her clit.
Fuck.
Gwenna rolls her hips against our entwined hands, and the pant or moan or gasp or whatever the fuck she lets out sends so much blood to my cock I genuinely think I might pass out.
“See?” I manage, leaning into Cal. “She likes it.”
I stare into his eyes, and hewhimpers.
My cock throbs.
Good fucking boy, Cal.
“Kiss him.”
My gaze snaps to Gwenna. Did she just…
“Callahan.” Her voice is breathy, shaky, but sure. “Kiss him.”
Cal doesn’t need to be told twice. His nostrils flare, jaw tight, as he reaches up with his left hand and takes me, slamming my mouth against his with enough raw force to bruise. I don’t care. I meet him, plying his mouth open, plunging my tongue deep into him even as our tangled hands keep teasing and teasing and teasing her. I’m lost, no sense of time or place or even my own name until a sudden, sharp sound jolts me back.
Gwenna. Eyes blown wide, fingers tense in the blankets, heels digging up.
“I’m…”
It’s more of a gasp than a word, a sentence she doesn’t need to finish, because a split second later we watch her come,feelher come, beautifully and perfectly and hard.
For a moment, none of us moves.
“Did you just…” I swallow, pulling back my hand. So does Cal.
Gwenna’s eyes are huge, and her face goes furiously crimson as she pulls her legs into her chest. “I…I…” she stammers, eyes fluttering shut. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I would never?—”
“No, no, no, don’t apologize.”Christ in Heaven,neverapologize for doing that,I think. “I just wanted to make sure.”
At that, Gwenna relaxes a little.
