Page 73 of Sight of Fate

Trembling, I turn and bury myself in his arms, breathing in the expensive cologne I only associate with him. Warmth and a shield of protectiveness envelope me as he uses our connection to send soothing vibes and calm me down. With a sigh, my breathing evens out, and I fall back to sleep.

Hands on my thighs, jerking me back. My only chance. I grip the screwdriver and twist. But a vise captures my hands before I can make contact. I pull and pull, but I’m trapped. I scream for help.

“Charli, wake up,” Teague orders, his voice soft but insistent. “That’s it. Martin’s gone. He can’t hurt you anymore. I promise.” His hand runs down my back in a soothing motion.

“I know,” I assure him, my voice raw. “I saw him die.” But my mind won’t let it go. “Do you want me to sleep on the couch?”

Teague snorts. “No.” He hesitates for a second.

Do you think if I touched you, it would help replace the feel of him?

I bite my lip. What if I freak out?

If you do, I’ll stop. We’ll figure out something else to try.

“Okay,” I whisper.

His hands grip my hips, then slide down to the back of my thighs. I wait for the fear, but nothing happens. “It doesn’t feel the same.”

“Because he was behind you.” Macklin’s gruff voice. “Let me?”

My heart beats faster in my chest, but I nod.

Macklin’s large hands settle on my waist, and he jerks me toward him like Martin did. Andros must have seen him do that and told Macklin.

Panting, I grip Teague’s hand. Macklin’s hands move to my thighs, and I tense, my mind shifting between the back of my car and Teague’s bedroom. But instead of Martin’s bruising grip, these hands gently squeeze, then glide up the back of my thighs in a light caress. Over and over. With each pass, he presses a little deeper until the tight muscles relax and the fear dissipates. I don’t kid myself that this will get rid of my nightmares permanently, but it breaks the cycle tonight.

Tension of another kind seeps into my languid muscles. Heat pools low in my stomach, and my body becomes slick. I hold myself still, hoping they won’t notice. His slightly rough hands glide up, stopping at the top of my thighs, and I accidentally push back, wanting more.

“Sorry. Um, you can stop now,” I rasp in a husky voice.

Teague sweeps the hair back from my face. “Let us take care of you.”

Licking my lips, I nod, desperately wanting more. “Yes, please.”

Macklin runs a finger along the edge of my panties. “Take them off? Or leave them on?”

My mind wavers between the two options. My body is screaming “take them off,” but my mind is all over the place. I’ve never really done much with one guy, much less two. Part of me wants to break out of my shell. Do something bold. But I’m not really that person. Yes or no? Teague doesn’t seem to mind, but what if he’s being nice?

I’m not that nice. Macklin or Andros. Everyone else, fuck no.

Macklin lifts his finger.

I squeeze my eyes shut and take the leap. “Off.”

Something rumbles in his chest, and he slowly pulls them down and off. Macklin’s large hands resume their glide up my legs, skimming my calves and thighs, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. Without thinking, I spread my legs wider, giving him access to the ache between my legs.

Teague dips his head and captures my lips in a demanding kiss, shattering the last of my hesitation. My hands brush his naked chest, the muscles hard and defined beneath my touch, and his kiss gets wilder.

Macklin’s hands roam, tracing the curve of my butt and the crease of my inner thigh. I shift restlessly as he avoids the area I need him most.

Teague’s hand slips under my shirt, and I jerk my mouth from his. “Only the front.”

“Front only,” he assures me, his hand sweeping up my body to my breasts. He flicks my stiff nipples and groans. “Trust me?”

I cautiously nod, and he pulls the shirt up and slides it behind my head, baring me to him, but with my arms still in the voluminous shirt, my back and shoulders remain covered.

He whistles under his breath and slides both hands up to cup my breasts. “Perfect.” Bending his head, he pushes them together and licks up the center. “I’ve been wanting to do that since our first date.”