Page 150 of Final Drive

“You’ve been making decisions since February.” He kisses the spot under my ear, then lower, his teeth catching lightly before his tongue follows. “What to say. Who to protect. What to sign. When to lie to us. Today you sat in a boat and made the biggest decision anybody in this program has ever made, and you made it by yourself in about four seconds.”

Zane’s mouth reaches the crease of my thigh, and my breath catches.

“So tonight,” Beckett says, “you’re going to lie there and not decide anything. I’m going to be extremely good at this, and tomorrow you can go back to being the smartest person in every room you walk into.”

Then Zane puts his mouth on me and whatever answer I had disappears.

There’s no teasing start to it. His tongue slides through me once, slow and wet, and my hips come off the mattress before I can stop them. Beckett’s hand lands low on my stomach and presses me back down while Zane does it again, sending heat up my body so fast it makes my face burn.

Zane hooks both arms around my thighs and pulls me closer to his mouth. He isn’t laughing anymore. He isn’t talking either, which might be the first sign that Beckett’s plan has actually altered the natural order of the universe. His tongue finds my clit and circles it, soft at first, then with more pressure when my legs tense around his shoulders. He learns what I like quickly. Too quickly. A few passes and he’s already found the rhythm that makes my stomach tighten.

I reach for him without thinking, but Beckett catches my wrist. This time he doesn’t say anything. He just laces his fingers through mine and holds my hand against the mattress, and something about that finally gets through.

I stop trying to help.

Without watching them or anticipating what’s next, the room gets smaller. Zane’s mouth between my legs. Beckett’s hand wrapped around mine. Cameron’s palm moving slowly along my side, never competing for space, just touching whatever part of me nobody else has claimed.

Zane slides two fingers inside me, curls them, and sucks my clit into his mouth at the same time. My back arches and a broken sound comes out of me. His bond rolls through me warm and bright, carrying a flash of satisfaction so unmistakably Zane that I almost laugh. He feels me notice and does it again, fingers stroking deep while his tongue works over me until my thighs start shaking.

Beckett watches my face, which is almost worse than anything Zane is doing. His thumb moves over the back of my hand, slow and absent, while his eyes stay on mine. There’s nothing performative in his expression now. No grin. No clever line waiting behind his teeth. He just watches every reaction Zane pulls out of me as if he’s been given one job tonight and this is it.

Cameron shifts down the bed and gets a hand beneath my thigh, lifting it over Zane’s shoulder. His other hand finds the mark at the base of my spine, reaching under me where the arch of my back leaves him room, and his bond opens.

It isn’t new or sudden. It’s the same steady warmth he’s been giving me all night, familiar enough now that my body doesn’t have to search for it or orient itself around the shock of it. My shoulders sink into the mattress anyway. My legs loosen around Zane and even my breathing changes, not because Cameron is unfamiliar, but because I finally stop bracing against him.

He feels it happen. His fingers spread over the mark, keeping his hand there while Zane works between my thighs, and something in me settles around the three of them. Then his hand under my thigh slides inward. His thumb finds me from the side, close enough to where Zane’s fingers are inside me that the sensations overlap.

My whole body locks.

Zane stops. So does Beckett, and Cameron immediately starts to withdraw.

“No.”

The word comes out wrecked, and nobody moves for half a second. I don’t care that I’ve technically made a decision. Beckett apparently doesn’t either, because he looks from Cameron to me and then back again.

“Do it again.”

Cameron does.

His thumb presses slowly against me while Zane’s fingers curl inside, and the combination punches a gasp out of me. Zane catches on immediately. His mouth closes over my clit again, Cameron keeps the same measured pressure, and suddenly there is too much sensation in too many places for me to brace against any of it.

My hand clamps around Beckett’s.

“That’s it,” he says quietly.

The orgasm builds so fast it scares me. I feel it in the bonds first, Zane flaring bright and hot, Cameron opening wider beneath him, Beckett’s flicker coming up hard under my sternum. For one awful second my body remembers the boat, eight bonds hitting at once, the cox box going silent, my hand falling off the rudder line.

I open my eyes and Beckett is right there.

There are only three of them. Zane’s mouth, Cameron’s hand, Beckett holding mine. None of them needs anything from me.

That thought breaks whatever I’ve been holding.

I come hard around Zane’s fingers, hips lifting despite Beckett’s hand as pleasure tears through me in waves. Zane doesn’t stop. He slows just enough to keep me from tipping into too much, working me through every contraction until I’m shaking and trying to get away from his mouth at the same time I want more of it.

When he finally lets me go, I collapse into the mattress with my entire body loose.

Beckett looks down at me. “Still with me?”