Page 47 of Seven Lost Summers (Broken Oasis #3)

I lean back on my elbows, pulling her with me until she’s sprawled across my chest. Nate moves in behind her, the mattress dipping as he climbs up. His lips press to her back first, sliding higher until they reach her shoulder.

“You ever been fucked in the ass, Quinn?” he murmurs against her skin. His hand trails down her side, fingers brushing the curve of her ass. “Or do you want my cock buried in that perfect pussy with Theo’s?”

Her breath hitches. She freezes for a second in both our hands before whispering, “Yeah… I’ve been fucked up the ass.” Her voice is barely a breath. “Once.”

The sound Nate makes isn’t human. His head drops against her shoulder as though the words punched the air from his lungs.

“Fuck, tell me you loved it.” Nate rasps, his voice cracking as if the thought alone is going to push him over the fucking edge.

I know that sound.

Nate lives for anal. Always says it’s tighter, dirtier, the kind of fuck that brands you from the inside out. He fucking thrives on it. I’ve never gone there. Never had the chance. Because when we fuck together, he always claims that first.

“Yeah… I did,” Quinn breathes, the words soft.

His fingers dig into her hips.

“Was it with two guys fucking you?”

Quinn’s head tips back, her lips parting. She shakes her head once, breath catching as she whispers, “No.”

“Holy fuck,” Nate grinds out. His forehead drops to her back, lips dragging over sweat-slick skin before he sucks hard enough to leave a mark, teeth sinking in to make her jolt in his hands. His fingers clamp on her hips, digging in like he’s holding back a goddamn earthquake inside himself.

Quinn rolls her hips, sliding down on my cock, and the sensation is fucking chaos.

Wet. Tight. Heat wrapping around me so good it steals the breath from my lungs.

A rough, broken groan tears from my chest, my whole body snapping tight under her as if it can’t take another second without giving in completely.

“Shit, Q…” Nate’s voice drops to something dark, laced with want. His mouth drags over her shoulder, his lips brushing her jaw as his breath shudders out hot against her skin. “You’re gonna fucking love this.”

Nate shifts behind her, and the brush of his fingers grazes near my cock as he drags through her slick, gathering every drop, slicking his length in her wetness.

He moves up onto his knees, his palm sliding over her hip to steady her as he lines up, the thick head of his cock pressing to her tight ass.

“Deep breath, baby,” I murmur against her lips, kissing her, tasting her moan before it even leaves her throat.

Nate’s teeth scrape over her shoulder, his voice breaking low at her ear. “Good fucking girl.”

That’s when he pushes in. Slow. Careful. The first thick inch of him breaches her ass and she gasps, her entire body jolting against mine.

“Holy shit…” Nate’s groan rips through the air, cracked and filthy. “She’s so fucking tight.”

I thrust once—enough to make her moan—and Nate drives in deeper, the two of us moving together.

“Jesus Christ,” Nate hisses, his forehead dropping to her spine. “This is… fuck, Theo, do you feel her? She’s squeezing the life out of us.”

I crush my mouth to hers, swallowing the little sounds spilling out of her as our hips find a rhythm.

It starts slow, careful, her body adjusting around us, before building deeper, harder, until every thrust drags a moan straight from her chest. The wet slap of skin on skin fills the room, the heat between us becomes fucking unbearable.

Nate shifts closer, his chest brushing her back as his hand slides around the front of her. His fingers wrap around her throat, not squeezing, holding her steady. Claiming her.

His mouth drops to her ear. “Take it, baby. Take both our cocks. You were made for this.”

Her gasp tears against my lips, and fuck, it runs down my spine. Her pussy clenches around me, while Nate groans behind her, his thrust syncing with mine until she’s nothing but soft, desperate sounds and trembling limbs caught between us.

When I pull back from the kiss, Nate’s hand moves from her neck and yanks me forward, dragging me down with his mouth as he kisses me. It’s tongues and heat and desperation.

That’s when her hands slide over us.

One reaching for me, one for Nate, pulling us both down until our mouths crash into hers at the same time. I almost fucking lose it right there, buried so deep inside her.

She pulls back, breath hot against my mouth, and before I can take in the loss, Nate’s lips are on mine and for a second, I forget to breathe.

It’s hot. Wet. Raw. Our tongues meet and fuck, that’s it.

Her tight little body taking our cocks while our mouths devour each other.

Every thrust, every kiss, every fucking second is carved into my bones.

Her fingers fist tighter, nails scraping my scalp, tugging me back to her.

She kisses me before I can even catch my breath.

The three of us tangled together, lips colliding, tongues sliding, moans spilling into one another.

Her mouth tastes of heat and pure fucking sin, and soon it’s Nate again, his lips crashing into mine, each kiss so raw it sets my whole body alight.

“Fuck…” Nate’s voice breaks into my mouth, the sound of it dragging through me, down my spine, settling right in my cock. His hips snap forward, driving into her ass, the movement forcing me deeper into her pussy at the same time. The shattered moan she makes is enough to make my whole body jolt.

My forehead presses to Nate’s for half a second, our breaths colliding, sweat dripping between us. His eyes are wild, and fuck, there’s no holding back now. We move together in perfect fucking sync, thrust for thrust, the wet slap of skin, the filthy mix of sounds filling the air.

“Holy shit…” I choke the words out.

Quinn’s nails dig into my shoulders, her back arching, her whole body trembling between us.

Nate groans low, his hand moving back to the front of her throat. “Fuck her… Theo… fuck her harder. Make her come all over us.”

I slam my hips forward, rough now, the kind of rhythm that ruins everything in its path. Nate matches me, his thrusts equally brutal, and she moans between us, her body jerking, caught in the storm we’ve built around her.

“Shit,” Nate says, voice strained, his jaw locked as his hips stutter. “I’m fucking close. I can’t… fuck…” His lips crash back onto mine mid-sentence, desperate, claiming, and that’s all it takes.

The taste of him.

The heat of her.

The tight squeeze of her pussy pulling me under while Nate pounds into her from behind. My cock pulses, everything in me snapping, breaking, shattering in the best fucking way as I groan into his mouth, spilling inside her with a violent, shaking thrust.

Nate tears his lips from mine only long enough to growl her name, his orgasm ripping through him. I sense every jolt of it—his hips jerking, his cock twitching inside the tight grip of her ass, the guttural sound he makes as he spills deep and hard, his breath caught between my mouth and hers.

Quinn’s scream crashes through the room in the same instant. Her pussy clenches so violently around me it’s as if she’s milking every drop of cum out of my cock. Her whole body bows, every muscle snapping tight as her orgasm detonates, soaking me, drenching us in her release.

“Fuck, baby…” Nate moans into her shoulder, his hands shaking as he holds her steady. “That’s it… that’s our perfect fucking girl.”

Her head drops back, lips parted, sweat and tears streaking her flushed cheeks, and I swear I’ve never seen anything so fucking beautiful in my life. My chest heaves, hips still twitching with aftershocks as I keep my cock buried in her, unwilling to let go. Unwilling to release any part of this.

Her hands slip from my hair as she breathes out a broken little laugh, shaky and soft, before kissing me.

Gentle this time. Sweet. My heart fucking cracks in half.

She turns her head and kisses Nate the same way, and for a moment, the room is nothing but heat, breath, and the rhythm of three hearts trying to catch up.

Nate rests his forehead against hers, his hand sliding down to cup her cheek. His other hand finds mine over her hip, squeezing once. Silent. A promise neither of us know how to say out loud yet.

And all I can think is fuck.

This isn’t only the best fuck of my life.

This is every forbidden thought, every late-night what-if, every aching need I’ve ever buried. It’s everything.

The room hums in the quiet aftermath, heavy with heat and the ghost of every sound we wrung out of her. Quinn is sprawled over my chest, still trembling, her breath brushing my skin in uneven bursts. She feels soft and weightless, her hair damp and sticking to my collarbone.

Nate presses a kiss to the slope of her back, low and tender in a way that twists something deep in my gut.

“You did so fucking good,” he murmurs, before sliding out of her slowly. I catch the twitch in her body at the loss. He ties off the condom and heads for the bathroom.

The sound of the water rushing to life fills the silence a second later.

Quinn and I don’t move, even when my cock softens inside her.

Her cheek is pressed to my chest. Her skin is warm, slick, and flushed, lips still kiss-bruised and swollen.

Her breathing’s uneven. My hand slides down her waist, fingers brushing over the soft skin there, still feeling the ghost of her clenching around me.

For a long beat, we just breathe.

The only sound in the room is the low rush of the shower behind the door.

“I saw the way you looked at him,” she whispers, her voice soft, brushing against my skin.

My chest pulls tight.

She shifts, her lips grazing my jaw as she tilts her face toward mine. “When he kissed you, Theo. It wasn’t just because he wanted to fuck me.”

I don’t answer. My throat is raw, my voice caught somewhere deep.

Her fingers move slow over my chest, trailing through the sheen of sweat. “It was more than want. Nate felt that. So did you.”

The breath I let out shakes.

“It’s okay to tell him how you feel,” she says softly. Her fingers trace lower, over the ink across my chest. The black feathers of my tattoo. She follows each curve, each shadowed line.

I shift my eyes to her face, and something flickers there. Barely a second, but I catch it, including the stutter in her breath,

She shifts, rolling onto her back, my cock slips free.

The space between us seems bigger than it should.

“Quinn?” I murmur, the word quiet, careful.

She sits up too fast. Her eyes snap to mine, wide and wet. Glossy, blurred, a shimmer of tears pooling.

“Hey…” I start, reaching out, but she shakes her head once.

Before I can say anything else, she’s sliding off the bed. Moving quick, movements jerky.

“Quinn,” I say, chest tight, concern biting hard under my ribs.

Something’s wrong.

I can see it in the way her shoulders stiffen, in the way she won’t look back at me.

I don’t know what the fuck shifted. All I know is it’s there, hanging in the air, heavy and cold where a second ago it was nothing but heat.