Page 131 of The Case of the Missing Love Stone

“You said you’d stop holding back.”

“I stopped holding back.” His hands close around my thighs. “That doesn’t mean I stopped choosing the pace.”

Roman’s laugh vibrates through my back.

“You’re both impossible.”

“And you are soaked through your dress,” Roman says near my ear. “Should we discuss who has the stronger argument?”

Heat rushes into my face.

Wes’s voice turns darker. “Don’t hide from it. I love how turned on you get for us.”

Roman removes his hand from my eyes.

Wes looks up at me from between my legs. The sight tears through the last of my composure. “God, look at you—so perfect like this, taking everything I give you.”

Roman tips my chin back against his shoulder. “Tell him.”

I stare down at Wes. “You look pleased with yourself.”

“I am.”

“So arrogant.”

“Also true.”

Roman’s fingers tighten lightly in my hair. “Try again.”

I swallow before giving him the truth. “I like watching you there.”

Wes’s expression sharpens. “How much?”

“Enough that if you stop again, I may commit a crime.”

“That’s foreplay,” Roman says, his voice dropping low and rough. “I’ll document every filthy little sound you make.”

Wes bends his head, and the next wave hits before I can answer. My hips lift from the quilt. Roman holds me in place, one hand across my stomach while the other keeps my face turned toward Wes.

“Watch him,” Roman says.

Wes’s mouth finally settles, and the first long, steady drag of his tongue pulls a sound from me that doesn’t sound like my voice. Wes pushes his tongue inside me, and something in my chest comes apart at the seams. I couldn’t look away if I tried. He pushes me steadily toward the edge, his eyes fixed on mine as the attic blurs around him. My first orgasm rolls through me with a force that steals my breath. I come on his tongue with a rush of slick.

Roman’s arms close around me while Wes keeps going. I shake my head, a plea and protest tangled together.

“You asked him not to hold back,” Roman says.

“That was before I remembered how he likes to tease.”

Wes laughs against my thigh. The vibration makes me gasp.

Roman kisses my cheek. “Take it for us.”

I find Wes’s hair with one trembling hand and pull him closer. “It’s too soon, too much. Don’t stop.”

Wes’s answering growl hums through me.

Roman’s palm slides down my stomach while Wes continues. They find a rhythm together without discussing it: Roman building pressure on my clit whenever Wes eases and Wes returning harder when Roman lets me breathe.