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"Bedroom, now!" Arden commands, striding past them both.
There's no hesitation, they follow.
23
Lorcan
Carrick flashes me a heated look, his eyes blazing as we follow Arden into his bedroom, feeling the same lust coursing through my veins, seeing the same hunger reflected back at me.
My skin buzzes with desire, my cock twitches with excitement, my pulse races with need, and my heart pounds with love.
I’m turned on, impossibly so.
My dick hardens as my gaze roves over Cyn, taking in her kiss-bruised lips and the stubble rash across her skin from where Arden's kissed the sin back into her body. Her nipples are pebbled from a mixture of cold and desire, as water runs in rivulets down their bodies, and her hair, skin and clothes are covered in splotches of mud.
“Can you add some logs to the fire?” Arden requests, meeting my gaze as he gently lowers Cyn to her feet. She tucks a strand of matted hair behind her ear, smiling, her eyes bright. They're both filthy, in the best possible way. There's something so incredibly raw about the fact they fucked in the garden whilst a thunderstorm raged overhead. I've got to hand it to Arden, he certainly knows how to give a memorable fuck.
“Of course,” I nod, reaching for a few logs from the basket beside the hearth and chucking them on the dying embers, adding a couple of firelighters so they catch alight, instantly throwing off an intense warmth as the flames grow higher and higher.
“Carrick, turn on the shower,” Arden bosses, removing his shirt, standing naked before us. His cock is still hard, the tip leaking jewels of precum, the base surrounded by a thatch of dark hair that matches the smattering of hair on his chest. They may have fucked, but I know Arden, he’s not done yet.
“On it,” Carrick replies, striding across the room, the sound of water hitting glass half a minute later. When he reenters the room his shirt is off and the top button of his jeans is undone. He leans against the frame watching Arden as he cups Cyn’s face, kissing her deeply.
“Take Cyn’s clothes off,” Carrick orders, taking charge as they break apart. "I need to see her, every last inch."
Arden flashes him a grin, then reaches for Cyn’s shirt, slowly peeling it off her skin. The muscles in his back flexing as he moves. His naked body is familiar to me, the tattoo on his back a reminder of our childhood and the many summers we spent running wild through fields filled with wildflowers back home.
“Like this?” Arden teases, as his hands smooth over her shoulders, running down her bare arms. She shivers as he steps behind her and drags the wet material from her hands, discarding it on the floor, kissing every inch of her bare skin as we both watch.
Cyn flicks her gaze to Carrick, cheeks burning with splotches of pink as the temperature in the room rises along with our desire. With his lips pressed against Cyn’s shoulder, Arden meets Carrick’s gaze, heat burning in his eyes as his hands disappear behind Cyn’s back and he unhooks her bra, sliding the straps down her arms. It falls to the floor in a wet slap as Arden gently cups her breasts, tweaking her nipples between his thumbs and fingers.
“Like what you see, brother?” Arden rasps, pulling on her nipples, drawing them into hard points. Cyn gasps, her spine arching, pressing her breasts into his hands as she turns her head to the side.
“Kiss me,” she demands.
Their mouths clash seconds later in a wet, tongue-lapping, dirty-as-fuck kiss. I have to squeeze my dick to stop myself from coming, I’m that wound up. I’m fucking desperate to make love to Cyn the way I’ve been dreaming of for weeks now, years even.
“Damn,” Carrick mutters, biting on his knuckles, his stomach muscles tensing as he watches them tongue-fuck each other.
“Now her skirt,” I demand, drawing Arden’s attention back to me as their lips part and his heated gaze meets mine. “Show us our girl.”
I’ve seen her body a lot over the past few weeks. I’ve soothed cream into her skin, easing the pain with a gentle touch. I’ve watched the bruises fade. I’ve watched the brutal marks made by a man who hated her, who hated women, slowly heal. Now I want to see her,Cyn, our beautiful woman who’s been hiding away inside of herself. Meeting my gaze, seeing the fire, the desire, the hope, thelifeinside of them, I know that she’s ready to break free from the pain and the trauma like a butterfly emerging from its chrysalis.
She’s ready to live. Fully, completely, wholly.
Arden unzips her skirt, peeling the sopping material down her legs, taking her knickers with it. She steps out of the material, leaving her naked apart from her ankle boots, knee high socks, and mud-splattered skin.
“Allow me, Cinderella,” Carrick jokes, stepping towards them both, dropping to his knees as he unties one boot and then the other, discarding them both before peeling off her socks.
Her chest rises and falls as she looks down at my best friend with a whole dose of love in her eyes. There’s no mistaking it. It’s as clear as the sky after a summer storm.
“You’re everything,” Carrick says as he presses a kiss against her mound and slowly rises upwards, dragging his mouth over her belly, across her breasts, and up her neck until he curls his fingers into her hair and kisses her deeply, only stopping when Arden twines his fingers in their hair, angling their heads together as he leans in, pressing his mouth against theirs in a three-way kiss.
If I wasn’t brutally hard before, I sure as fuck am now.
When they finally pull apart, Cyn’s cheeks are suffused with colour, bright spots of pink sitting high up on the apple of her cheeks.
“You’re mine,” Arden breathes, swiping his lips across Cyn’s shoulder before nipping Carrick’s neck, and grinning widely. “You too.”
