Page 46 of Seven Lost Summers (Broken Oasis #3)

I finally ease my fingers out of her, watching the way her pussy flutters.

“Fucking hell…” I rasp, sitting back on my heels. The sheets under her are soaked, a dark stain spreading beneath her ass and thighs. I press my palm down into the mess and it squishes warm between my fingers. “Look what you fucking did.”

Quinn’s cheeks flush. She lets out a soft, mortified sound and tries to close her legs, but Nate’s still holding them open.

“Oh no,” he says. “You don’t get to hide after giving us that. That was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.”

Her breath stutters, torn between embarrassment and the aftershocks still rolling through her body.

I run my slick fingers over the inside of her thigh, spreading the wetness further, marking her with it.

“Don’t be shy,” I murmur, grinning up at her as I bring my fingers to my mouth and suck them clean. “That was fucking perfect.”

Nate’s thumb drags over her cheek. He eases back onto his heels, breath still ragged, chest rising and falling hard, but his eyes never leave her. There’s nothing gentle in that stare. It’s hot and hungry.

I grab the hem of my shirt and rip it over my head, tossing it aside without a second thought.

Her gaze snaps to me instantly, dragging over my chest, lingering on my stomach before dropping lower.

Nate’s head turns when I hook my fingers into my jeans and shove them down in one rough pull, boxers going with them. My cock springs free, hard and leaking from every second of restraint I’ve been holding back.

Quinn’s breath stutters. Nate’s jaw goes tight. His eyes drop and I sense the way they drag over every hard inch of me.

I wrap my fist around my cock, give it one long, deliberate stroke—precum smearing thick across the swollen head. A low groan slips out of me, as if touching myself in front of them is enough to undo me.

Quinn’s lips part, a soft, shaky sound escaping her, and fuck, the way she looks right now—flushed, trembling, her pussy still glistening between her thighs—makes my grip tighten on my cock.

Her eyes flick between us. Me, standing there stroking my cock, veins raised under my fist, and Nate, muscles taut, lips parted as he kneels beside her, watching me.

She swallows hard, her tongue darting out to wet her lips, voice rough when it finally spills out. “Have you two…” Her words catch for a beat, her gaze sharpening as it slides from me to Nate, “…ever done anything together?”

Nate’s shoulders go tight, that tiny shift in his body changing the whole room.

“No,” he says, voice low, but steady enough to cut right through the air. “Not like that.”

For a second, nothing moves. No one breathes.

Quinn sits up. Both of us follow the motion without meaning to, our eyes dragging over the way her thighs slide together, hiding that soaked, perfect pussy we just had open and dripping for us. The loss hits like a slap.

Cockblocked.

She brushes her hair back with shaking fingers, but her chin lifts with that spark she always carries. The kind that makes you forget every fucking thing except her.

“Well,” she says, her voice still shaky from everything we’ve done to her. “If you two want to fuck me together…”

Her gaze flicks between Nate and me. Something wicked glints there, curling the edges of her lips into a smirk. “First, you have to do something for me.”

My throat goes dry. “What’s that?”

Her smirk deepens, sinful as hell. “Show me something worth watching.”

It hits like a crack of lightning down my spine.

I glance at Nate, and he’s already locked on me. His eyes aren’t soft. They’re not curious. They’re fucking heated, all want and no shame.

The air becomes thick enough to choke on.

Quinn leans back on her elbows, legs still pressed tight together, eyes half-lidded as she stares at us through those long lashes. Her voice is soft but cutting when she says, “Kiss.”

One word.

That’s all.

And fuck… it slams into me.

My chest seizes, my pulse kicks, and all I can think is how many years we’ve danced around this line.

How many times I’ve wondered. How many nights I’ve buried the thought of what it would be.

Before I can take a breath, Nate moves.

One step and he’s right there.

Heat rolls off him, bare skin brushing mine.

Our chests press together, and fuck, our cocks touch. My lungs stutter.

His hand comes up, fingers rough against my jaw, grounding and destroying me all at once. His thumb strokes my skin, and those blue eyes don’t waver.

And suddenly he’s on me.

Fuck. His mouth slams into mine, all hunger and heat, no pause, no question. His lips are soft, but the kiss is fucking filthy—messy, raw, desperate. Years of want pouring out in one clash of tongues and teeth.

I groan and part my lips for him. His tongue slides against mine, wet and hot, and it’s everything I’ve ever tried to bury exploding in my chest.

We collide harder, chest to chest, cock to cock. Hard. Heavy. Throbbing. The friction makes me hiss into his mouth, fingers digging into his sides as if I can pull him closer when we’re already fucking fused together.

It’s rough.

It’s perfect.

And all I can think is yes.

Fuck yes.

His teeth catch my bottom lip, a dirty scrape before his tongue soothes over it, and I swear to God I could come from this alone. From him. From the taste of him mixed with Quinn still clinging to his mouth.

He pulls back, lips wet, breath harsh against mine. Our foreheads nearly touch, and his eyes lock onto mine, dark and so fucking sure.

For a second, the heat between us is everything. No words. No rules. Just this.

The crash hits hard. Panic pulses through my ribs.

Did we step too far over that line?

I freeze, lips parted, every muscle wound tight, waiting for him to back off. To laugh it off. To shove it back into the box we’ve kept locked tight for years. To pretend it doesn’t mean a single fucking thing.

But Nate smiles.

It’s slow and crooked. His thumb drags along my jaw, rough and steady, and he leans in close enough that his breath brushes my lips when he murmurs, low and dirty, “You taste like her…”

Heat detonates low in my gut.

And suddenly he’s kissing me again.

Slower this time.

It’s a different kind of hunger now. Deeper.

Rawer. His hand fists in my hair, tugging hard enough to make my cock twitch, and I groan into his mouth, opening for him, letting him take whatever the fuck he wants.

Our tongues clash, wet and messy, and it’s not soft.

It’s claiming. Starving. The kind of kiss that says we’ve both been waiting for this without even knowing it.

I hold onto his waist, drag him closer until we’re chest to chest, cock to cock, and it’s too much and not nearly enough. His teeth catch my lip, biting down enough to make my hips jerk and fuck, I’m gone.

We don’t stop kissing. We can’t.

And that’s when she touches us.

Quinn’s hands slip between our bodies, soft and small and goddamn sinful. One wraps around my cock—hot, slick, perfect—and the other closes around Nate’s. Her grip is confident, sure, as though she’s been waiting to touch both of us at the same time.

We break the kiss on the same ragged breath, foreheads pressed together, gasping into each other’s mouths as her hands start to stroke. Slow at first. Testing. Jerking us in tandem, dragging over every vein, every ridge, as though she wants to memorize the weight of us in her palms.

“Fuck,” I choke out, hips jerking into her fist without shame.

Nate groans low in my ear, his lips brushing my jaw before he drags them down my neck. He sucks hard enough to make me gasp, my head tipping back on instinct to give him more. His voice is rough when he growls against my skin, “Fuck her. I wanna watch you fuck her, Theo.”

It’s the filthiest thing I’ve ever heard.

My cock throbs in Quinn’s hand, leaking into her grip, and his mouth crashes back onto mine, crushing and wet and desperate.

When we pull apart, our breaths are harsh and tangled, my lips brush his ear as I whisper, “Let’s fuck her together.”

A grin spreads across his face, all teeth and desire. He nods once.

Nate moves first, pulling the drawer open and tossing me a condom without a word. I tear the wrapper with my teeth, sliding the latex down over my thick, hard cock, giving one slow stroke, just to feel it.

Nate does the same, rolling his on. His jaw’s tight, breath sharp, and fuck, it’s obscene watching him like this, ready and fucking feral.

I sit on the edge of the bed and pull Quinn straight into my lap, dragging her over me until she’s straddling my thighs.

Her skin is hot and flushed, her breath ragged as I crush my mouth to hers.

There’s nothing soft in it. My tongue fucks her mouth, claiming every sound she tries to make while my hands drag over her body.

“You ready to take both of us, beautiful girl?” I growl against her lips.

My fingers slide between her legs, finding that wet, swollen spot that’s been begging for us all night. My cock jerks under her the moment I touch her slick heat.

“Ready to take us, to have this perfect little pussy split wide open?” I press the words into her mouth, my fingers teasing her entrance as she shudders in my lap.

Her moan spills out. She doesn’t even need to answer. That sound is all the fucking yes I’ll ever need.

She lifts herself, trembling, nails digging into my shoulders as she lines herself up. The second the head of my cock presses to that slick spot, my head tips back, a guttural groan ripping out of me.

“Fuck…” The words are half-breathed, half-growled, every muscle locking tight as she sinks down, inch by slow inch, taking me inside her.

She’s hot. Tight. Perfect.

Her thighs shake as she bottoms out, my cock buried to the hilt in her dripping cunt. I grip her hips hard enough to bruise, dragging her down until I’m as deep as I can go.

“Jesus, Quinn…” I rasp against her skin, my teeth catching her collarbone. “You feel so fucking good.”