Page 16 of Seven Lost Summers (Broken Oasis #3)

She turns around and faces Theo. I step in close until I hear her breath stutter. Fuck, standing this close, with her trapped between us, has my cock straining and my head spinning.

I glance at Theo and catch the way his throat works as he swallows hard. It’s his first time being this close to someone, willingly stepping into something that is this charged. I don’t think Bianca knows that or how massive this is for him.

He watches her with a quiet hunger. It’s different. There’s no retreat in it. No hesitation.

She reaches up and moves her long black hair off to the side, and that’s all the fucking invitation I need. I move in, my mouth finding the soft skin of her neck. I kiss her hard, sucking enough to leave a mark, letting her know exactly where this is going.

I grind my cock against her ass, and the moan that slips from her mouth…

Shit. Pure fucking music to my ears. She presses back into me, arching enough to let me know she craves this as much as I do.

I snake my arm around her waist and yank her tighter, her back pressed to my chest, ass snug against my cock.

I hold her like I fucking own her. All I can think about is how wet she’s gonna be by the end of this.

I kiss along her neck. It’s slow and filthy, tasting the soft skin under my lips. When I scrape my teeth across her throat, she fucking shudders. Her breath catches, and she presses back into me, hips rolling like her body’s already begging for more.

Theo hasn’t moved. He’s standing there, eyes locked on us.

Watching every movement, listening to every fucking sound.

He’s devouring it with his eyes, soaking it in like it’s the only thing that exists.

But he’s hesitating. Still stuck in that space between wanting it so bad it hurts and being too fucked up to reach for it.

I lift my head from her neck and look straight at him. He meets my gaze, and there it is. That need. He’s burning with desire for her. But fear’s holding him back, anchoring him in place. He’s terrified of what comes next.

I bring my lips back to Bianca’s ear and whisper, low enough so only she hears.

“He’s never done this before,” I say in between kisses. “You’re the first one he’s ever let in.”

She nods. A mere tiny movement, like she understands. She shifts her attention to Theo.

I slide my hand off her waist and watch as her fingers slip under his hoodie.

He flinches. It’s fast. That instinct to pull back and shutdown. But he doesn’t. He stays still, like he’s forcing himself to let it happen.

“Is this okay, Theo?” she asks, soft like she’s scared to push him too hard.

His eyes lock on hers, searching. After a beat, he gives the smallest nod before saying it out loud.

“Yes.” His voice is low, but there’s weight behind it. Like it cost him something to get the word out.

Bianca grips the hem of his hoodie but pauses, waiting for permission.

When he gives it, he lifts his arms without a word.

She moves carefully, slowly, easing the fabric up his chest, taking his shirt with it. Her hands don’t rush. They don’t fumble. She treats him as if he’s fragile.

She pulls the hoodie and shirt over his head, her hands slow, careful, then lets them fall from her hand to the floor.

Theo stands there, bare chest exposed, his breathing shallow, controlled, but barely. He doesn’t look away from her. Not once. His eyes stay locked on hers, as if everything holding him together depends on her staying right there in front of him.

“Is it okay if I touch you, Theo?” she asks.

Fuck.

If she said that to me, I’d already be stripped to nothing, cock in her hand, begging for more. Her mouth, her body, anything she’d give me. I’d take it all, ruin myself for it.

But with Theo, she slows it down. She’s watching every breath he takes, every twitch in his jaw, making sure he doesn’t disappear into himself before she ever gets the chance to touch him.

He nods, just once, letting her know it’s okay.

She leans in and presses a slow, lingering kiss to his chest.

I watch his eyes flutter shut. It’s not panic. Not the ghosts creeping in. He’s feeling this. His breathing changes, deeper now, heavier, his body pulling toward her without even thinking.

When his eyes open again, there’s nothing soft left in them. No fear. No doubt. Just fucking hunger I’ve never seen.

I glance at the door. It’s still wide open. If Scarlet comes home early and Theo hears her, everything will fall apart. He’ll shut it down. His walls will go up. He’ll shut me out. It’ll all turn to shit.

I move. Quick and quiet. Cross the room and close the door and twist the lock. No one’s getting in. Not when we’ve come this far.

I step in behind Bianca. My cock’s rock hard, straining against the zipper, and all I can think about is how fucking good it’s gonna feel buried inside her while he watches. While she moans for both of us. When she falls apart in our hands.

I slip my fingers under the hem of her shirt. Her skin is so warm it makes me hiss and fuck, I lose a second just touching her. My hand drags the fabric up her stomach, over her ribs.

She straightens, breath hitching, body arching into mine like she fucking needs this.

I pull the shirt over her head and toss it to the floor, not giving a shit where it lands. Her hair falls in messy strands around her shoulders, and she just stands there in that black bra, caught between me and Theo.

She’s stunning. Dangerous. Fucking lethal.

I want her writhing under me, under us, begging for cock, begging for more, saying our names until her voice is wrecked and her body’s shaking. I want to ruin her and worship her in the same goddamn breath.

I press my hand to her hip, grinding my hard cock against her ass, needing some kind of pressure, before I lose control entirely.

Because if she asks for it, I’ll give her every filthy, fucked-up piece of me.

Theo’s eyes are all over her, dragging across every inch of skin, fucking starving, drinking her in as if she’s the only thing that exists. His breathing shifts, chest rising hard.

I unclip her bra. The clasp pops, the straps slide down her shoulders, and then fall from her arms before the bra drops to the floor.

His eyes lock on her tits. His lips part, breath caught in his throat, eyes wide with something between awe and desperation.

A wave of jealousy tears through me. Theo’s getting the first fucking glimpse at what I’ve been aching to touch. What I’ve been fantasizing about, fist wrapped around my cock, too many fucking nights to count.

I lean in, reach around, and cup her tits in both hands, my palms molding to her soft, perfect skin.

Fuck, she feels unreal. Warm, full, made for me.

I kiss along her neck, dragging my mouth across the place her pulse pounds, and she melts, pressing back until her ass grinds against my cock.

Every slow roll of her hips is a fucking tease, and she knows it.

She knows exactly what she’s doing to me.

My thumbs brush over her nipples, every nerve in my body lights up from the sensation of her.

It takes everything I have not to shove her down onto the bed, rip the rest of her clothes off, and bury myself inside her.

But I hold back.

Grit my teeth.

Cling to some sort of control.

This isn’t about me. Not tonight.

This moment isn’t mine. It’s his. Theo fucking needs this.

He needs to know what it feels like to let go without falling apart, to sink into something that doesn’t cut him open.

He needs to feel what it’s like when sex isn’t a scar.

It’s fucking electric. Mind-blowing. Something that sets him free instead of breaking him down.

And Bianca… she’s the only one who can give that to him. The only one he trusts enough to touch the places no one else has ever been allowed near.

I move closer, lips up to her ear, my breath hot against her skin.

Theo watches, his eyes dark, fixed on every fucking move I make as I slip my hand beneath the hem of her skirt, pulling her panties off to one side.

My fingers slip through her soaked slit.

She’s fucking ready. Her body’s begging for it.

I circle her clit, dragging soft pressure across it until her breath catches.

She bites down on her lip, trying to stay quiet, but her body gives her away. She wants all of it. Me. Theo. Every filthy, tangled part of this.

My mouth finds her ear, breath hot, voice dropping to a rough whisper just for her.

“I want you to fuck him,” I say, fingers still moving over her clit. “He’s never fucked anyone before. Show him how good it can feel.”

She shudders, her body tightening under my touch.

I pull my hand away, fingers drenched in her slick.

I look to Theo and hold my fingers out, coated in her arousal.

“Suck,” I say, voice thick with want. “Taste how fucking ready she is.”

His eyes lock on my fingers, chest heaving, lips slightly parted. He’s frozen, but I can feel the want bleeding off him. He’s never had anyone dripping for him, ready like this.

He leans in and wraps his lips around my fingers, sucks hard, tongue dragging slow over my skin like he’s desperate to savor every drop she left behind. It’s messy. Wet. So fucking filthy.

His eyes stay locked on her, drinking her in, showing her exactly what he’s doing with the slick she gave him.

He looks at me. Eyes dark. Lips still wrapped around my fingers. Tongue still moving.

And fuck me… something punches through my gut so hard I forget how to breathe. My cock twitches, my pulse stutters, and everything in me coils tight. I wasn’t ready for this. For him. For that look. That mouth. That heat.

The curl of his tongue around my fingers sends a jolt straight to the base of my spine. I should pull away, but I don’t. I stand there, cock aching, chest fucked up, watching him suck my fingers like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

And I don’t know what the fuck to do with that.