Chapter 28 Your Turn
The room was still buzzing.
Mike lay on his back, one hand behind his head, the other tracing lazy circles over my thigh, chest rising and falling like he hadn’t just wrecked me a few minutes ago. I was still trying to catch my breath, skin flushed and buzzing, curled up between the two of them like I’d been dropped into the center of a storm.
Josh hadn’t moved.
He sat upright, back against the headboard, one hand resting casually on my hip. Calm. Watchful. But there was tension under the surface—coiled in his shoulders, burning behind his eyes.
He hadn’t touched me yet.
Not really.
And that heat in his gaze said it was only a matter of time.
Mike leaned in, pressing a kiss to my cheek, then to Josh’s shoulder, before slipping off the bed with a low groan. “She’s all yours, man.”
I looked up at Josh, my heart already starting to race again.
He didn’t smirk. Didn’t tease.
Just… looked at me.
Like I was something he’d been craving.
Like he didn’t want to rush it.
I rolled to face him fully, biting my bottom lip. “You okay?”
Josh’s voice was low, rough. “Yeah. Just waiting for the part where I get to ruin you.”
Oh.
Well then.
I was already on my back again before I could process the words, every nerve lighting up at once.
Josh moved slowly, deliberately. He didn’t throw me down or pin me. He didn’t need to.
He was already in control.
His body settled over mine, skin hot, muscles taut. One hand braced beside my head. The other cupped my jaw, thumb brushing across my cheek like he was grounding me to the moment.
“I want to go slow,” he murmured, eyes locked on mine.
I nodded, breathless. “Okay.”
“I mean it, Em. I want to feel everything. I want you to feel everything.”
Oh God.
He kissed me then.
Slow.
Patient.
Like he was making a promise with his mouth.
His hand slid down my body, mapping every curve like he hadn’t already memorized them in secret.
He didn’t fumble. Didn’t rush.
Just… touched.
His fingers stroked between my legs, parting me with maddening precision, and I gasped, body arching into him.
“You’re already soaked,” he whispered, lips brushing mine. “Still warm from him. Still sensitive.”
I nodded, too breathless to speak.
“Good.” His smile turned wicked. “Let’s see how much more you can take.”
He slid two fingers inside me, deep and slow, his thumb circling with measured rhythm. My breath hitched. Then caught. Then broke entirely.
“Josh—fuck—”
His mouth was on my neck, sucking a mark into my skin, his pace never faltering.
“You always fall apart so beautifully,” he murmured, voice thick. “You gonna give it to me?”
I whimpered. “Yes.”
“Let me feel it, Em.”
His thumb pressed harder, and I shattered.
Hard.
My thighs trembled around his wrist, and he kept going—working me through it like he wanted to drag every last gasp out of my lungs.
When I finally went limp beneath him, he pulled his hand away slowly, licking his fingers clean without breaking eye contact.
“You’re unreal,” he whispered.
And then he kissed me again.
This time, it was different. Deeper. Hungrier.
I felt the shift. So did he.
Josh rolled us, pulling me into his lap as he leaned back against the headboard.
“Condoms in the drawer,” he said quietly, voice rough now. “Grab one for me, baby.”
My body moved before my brain caught up. I crawled across the sheets, legs still shaking, tugging the drawer open and handing him the foil packet.
He took it from my hand, ripped it open, and rolled it on without fanfare. When I tried to move back into his lap, he stopped me.
“Wait.”
He pulled me down gently onto the bed, laying me flat again. Then climbed between my thighs, one hand braced beside my head, the other gripping my hip.
“This part,” he whispered. “This is mine.”
He pushed in slowly.
Every inch deliberate.
I moaned, hands flying to his shoulders, nails digging in as he filled me.
Josh dropped his forehead to mine, panting. “Fuck—you feel like heaven.”
He didn’t move right away. Just stayed like that, pressed deep inside me, his body trembling with restraint.
“You okay?” I whispered.
He nodded against my cheek. “Trying not to lose it.”
“Don’t hold back.”
That broke something in him.
He pulled back and thrust in again, deep and perfect, setting a rhythm that made my breath catch on every exhale. It wasn’t fast. It wasn’t rough.
It was everything.
Josh kissed me between every stroke.
Whispered my name like it was a prayer.
Pressed his hand to my stomach like he wanted to feel how deep he was.
“You’re mine right now,” he murmured. “No one else. Just me.”
“Yes,” I gasped. “Only you.”
I was close again.
Too close.
“Josh—” I moaned. “Please—don’t stop—”
“I won’t,” he swore, teeth grazing my jaw. “Give it to me. Come on.”
One more thrust. One more kiss.
And I broke again—coming hard, breath shattering in his mouth as he groaned and followed me over the edge.
He came with a rough cry, hips jerking, body tensing before he collapsed over me.
We lay there tangled and silent, the only sound our breathing, ragged and raw.
Josh kissed my temple. My cheek. My jaw.
Then he whispered, “You okay?”
I smiled, dazed and wrecked. “I don’t think I can walk.”
His laugh rumbled in his chest. “Good.”
He rolled us gently to the side, keeping me close, arms wrapping around me like I was something to protect.
And in that moment, I believed it.
I was his.
I was all of theirs.
But right now, in his arms?
I was just Josh’s girl.
And it felt perfect.