Page 99 of Daisy

The change in August is immediate, his pupils going dark. "You ready for me?"

Cassian nods, and I watch August pull his fingers out slowly. The wet sound makes my face burn, but I can't look away. August reaches for the lube again, slicking himself with deliberate movements, and I realize Cassian is watching every motion with desperate eyes. August's cock is thick and long. But nowhere near the size of Cassian’s cock. I watch as he guides himself to Cassian's entrance, and my breath catches.

"Tell me if you need to stop," August murmurs, and the gentleness in his voice makes my chest tight.

Cassian just growls, pushing back to take that first inch, and the broken sound he makes goes straight through me.

I watch August move so carefully, pushing in slowly until Cassian's body resists, then waiting. Breathing with him. I can see how much August loves this. Not just the physical part, but taking care of Cassian, being the one Cassian trusts with this. When August finally sinks all the way in, they both gostill, foreheads touching. Then they start moving together, and I forget how to breathe.

The room fills with their sounds, breathing, skin on skin. Cassian grips the sheets so tight his knuckles are white. They're both shining with sweat, and there's nothing held back.

I watch August press his hand against Cassian's chest, holding him down, and Cassian's whole body bows. The helpless sound he makes has me biting my lip. I watch sweat drip from August's jaw, see how Cassian's cock leaks between their bodies with every movement.

For a moment I think they've completely forgotten I'm here, lost in each other. But then Cassian's eyes open and find mine across the bed. There's a challenge there, something wild and desperate that makes my heart stop.

"Watch, Daisy." August says without looking away from Cassian. "Don't look away."

I couldn't if I tried. Cassian's hands come up to August's shoulders, nails digging in, and he's shaking. Just taking everything August gives him and begging for more.

August's hand slides up to cup Cassian's throat. Not choking, just holding and his thumb strokes over Cassian's pulse. "Let go," he whispers, so soft I almost miss it. "Give it to me."

And Cassian does. He breaks apart completely. Mouth open, body shaking, coming so hard it covers them both. I squeeze my thighs together because holy shit.

The sound he makes goes straight through me. August loses it and comes with Cassian's name on his lips.

They collapse together, breathing like they just ran a marathon. I'm still sitting here staring at them. The room smells like sex and I'm so turned on I can't think straight.

They're both breathing so hard. I'm just sitting here staring at them, and I can't stop. They look... god, they look amazing together.

"Wow," I whisper.

They both turn to look at me, and I realize I'm shaking.

"You okay?" August asks, voice gentle.

"I just..." I swallow hard. "It was perfect." The truth hits me. "The way you took care of him, August. The way you trusted him, Cassian. That's what love looks like, isn't it?"

I can feel the shift in the room. Like we all just realized something important.

"Come here," Cassian says, opening his arms.

I curl up against his side, August settling on the other. The t-shirt rides up slightly as I move, but I feel safe and covered. They're both warm, and their scents wrap around me. Safe.

"Better?" August asks.

"Perfect," I breathe.

Because it is. For the first time in my life, I've seen what real intimacy looks like. Choice. Love.

And I want all of it.

"Can I ask you something?" I whisper.

"Anything," they both say.

"I want that. What you have." My voice shakes but I push through. "I want to choose someone to trust like that. Want someone to take care of me like that."

The silence stretches, heavy with possibility.