Strangely enough, the realization settles me the rest of the way. The worst has already happened. I’m emotionally compromised. There’s no reason to fear it happening because it already has happened. Now all that’s left is to ride this roller coaster to the finish and hope it doesn’t hurtle me off a cliff.
I take a slow breath. “Okay.” Another breath, slower yet. “Okay,” I repeat.
It’s only then I understand what’s happened. I frown into the darkness. “Neither of you were asleep.”
“Hard to sleep when you’re tense as a brick between us,” Abel rumbles.
“I know you, Harlow.” Eli shifts closer yet, sliding his leg between mine. It’s not exactly sexual, but I’d have to be dead not to react to him touching me. Especially with Abel still tracing idle patterns on my hip and outer thigh. Eli presses another light kiss to my throat. “You don’t trust it when things take a turn for the good.”
I swallow hard. “Can you blame me? My track record proves that it’s better to expect the other shoe to drop than to believe the situation is as it first appears.”
“No, I don’t blame you.” His breath ghosts against the skin damp from his kiss, raising goose bumps over my skin and causing me to shiver. Eli’s thigh slides higher to press against my pussy. “How can I when I’m part of the history you hold up to come to this conclusion?”
I open my mouth to deny it, but I can’t lie to him. Easier to say nothing at all, but that’s the coward’s way out. “It took the two of us to get here.”
“And it will take the three of us to get out again.” His hand slides past me, and I don’t have to see to know he’s drifting his fingers over Abel’s arm. “We should sleep.”
“In a little while.” Abel moves, wedging his free arm under me so he can reach around and cup one of my breasts.
I give a little breathy laugh. “You can’t solve everything with sex.”
“This isn’t about solving things.” He plucks my nipple, and I instinctively arch back against him. He grabs my hip and pulls me back even farther, until his cock is pressed against my ass. “This is about bolstering the foundations. Sex is the one time none of us are fucking this up. We’d be fools to ignore that asset.”
Eli’s rough laugh hardly sounds like him. “Sounds to me like you just want to get your dick wet again.”
“With the two of you in my bed, can you blame me?”
“No.” Eli slides down my body. Abel brings his other hand up so he’s cupping both my breasts, pressing them together in a way that feels like he’s offering them to Eli, who lavishes my breasts with kisses until I’m writhing and reaching for him.
Abel releases my breasts from one hand and snakes it between my thighs to stroke my pussy. I jolt, and then Eli’s hand is there, too. They take turns toying with me, squeezing my thighs, dragging their fingers through my folds, spearing me with one finger and then two, and then both of them fuck me at once. It’s overwhelming in the best way possible. Abel begins circling my clit while Eli wedges three fingers into me and, after a little adjustment, flicks his fingertips against my G-spot.
I’m trapped between their larger bodies, trapped with their hands on my pussy, trapped by pleasure. And just when I think it can’t get any hotter, Abel’s voice rumbles in my ear. “You’re ours, sweetheart. No matter how bumpy the road gets, that’s the fucking truth. And tonight, we’re going to prove it to you.”
Eli nips the underside of my breast. “Ours,” he agrees. He keeps up that agonizingly good stroking against my G-spot. Abel shifts his touch, lightly rubbing back and forth over my clit with the length of his blunt fingers.
I open my mouth to say… I don’t even know what. Instead a moan erupts from my lips, and then I’m coming, clamping down around Eli’s fingers.
The bastards don’t stop.
The orgasm swells to new heights, my body locking muscle by muscle and turning my lungs to lead. I make a gasping sound that might be a curse, and then it sucks me under entirely.
Eli and Abel do one of those silent communication things again. I don’t know how they manage it when we’re all barely more than shadow, but they turn me in their arms so that Eli is at my back, and Abel pulls my leg up around his hip.
Eli drags his hand up the back of my thigh to the small of my back. Such a small touch, but so fucking tender that I can barely stand it. Just another indication of how well we’re balanced when we get out of each other’s way. Soft and hard and intense and sweet. We can have all of it. Eli kisses my neck and presses a fingertip to my ass. “Let us claim you, Harlow.”