Chapter 206: One

The first shot of tequila burned down Nat’s throat, warmth spreading like fire in her chest. Roman’s eyes gleamed across the candlelit table, full of promises yet to be spoken, while Ginger exhaled heavily, rolling his shoulders as if already preparing for what was coming.

They all knew where this was heading.

No more waiting. No more hesitations.

Tonight, they were letting go.

Roman poured another round, his smirk deepening as Nat downed hers without hesitation. "Someone’s eager," he mused, leaning forward, his fingers tracing over the rim of his glass.

Nat set her shot glass down with purpose, licking the last drop of tequila from her lips. "I think we’ve waited long enough, don’t you?"

Ginger exhaled sharply, eyes darkening as he studied her. "You sure, baby?"

She met his gaze without a hint of uncertainty. "I’ve never been more sure of anything."

That was all it took.

Roman was on her first, his fingers tangling in her hair as he pulled her into a searing kiss, the taste of tequila and hunger blending between them. Nat moaned into his mouth, pressing closer, needing more, needing all of him.

Then, Ginger’s hands were on her waist, his breath hot against her ear. "Can’t believe you’ve had us waiting this long, sweetheart."

She shivered, tilting her head as his lips ghosted down the column of her throat. Roman didn’t let up, his mouth devouring hers while Ginger’s hands traced down her sides, slow, teasing.

She was sandwiched between them, lost in their touch, their heat.

Ginger started undressing her slowly, unbuttoning the million buttons on her dress with a pace that felt torturous. Roman wasted no time dropping to his knees, sliding her panties down. The moment the cool air hit her soaking wet center, Roman’s mouth was on her, his tongue flicking over her slick bud as if he were a man starved, desperate for his first taste.

Ginger’s hungry gaze fixed on the scene before him. Nat reached for him, unbuckling his belt with shaky hands before pulling out his pulsing, thick length. In one swift movement, he thrust deep into her mouth, stealing her breath. The pace he set was ruthless, her mascara smudging as tears welled in her eyes, overwhelmed by the pleasure Roman was giving her.

The three of them barely made it to the bedroom, a trail of discarded clothes marking their path. By the time they reached the massive California king-sized bed, Nat was breathless, her skin flushed, her body aching for more.

Roman took her first, laying her down, eyes locked onto hers as he worshiped her with his hands, his fingers teasing her open one slow inch at a time, an agonizing pace meant to unravel her. He knew every inch of her, every spot that made her tremble, made her gasp his name.

Ginger was right there, his hands never leaving her, his kisses trailing fire along her spine as Roman worked her open, pushing her closer to the edge.

Then, they switched.

Ginger trailed a finger lower, pausing, his eyes meeting hers in silent question. All Nat could manage was a nod, and then he was inside her, stretching her, making her cry out.

"You’re taking us both tonight, my love," Ginger murmured against her skin, his voice a rough promise.

Roman growled in approval, his grip tightening.

They set a relentless pace. Just when she thought she might shatter, Roman’s fingers slipped lower, teasing her, pushing her further than she thought possible. They moved in perfect rhythm, a team with one goal—her.

Ginger flipped her onto her back, her body now draped over Roman. Roman guided her as he pressed into her tightest place, taking his time, allowing her to adjust before he started to move, slow, deliberate. Just as she began to catch her breath, Ginger lowered himself, his tongue swirling over her swollen, sensitive bud.

Nat shattered.

She was still pulsing, still trembling when Ginger lifted her, positioning himself inside her without waiting for her to recover. The sensation of being completely filled, claimed by both of them, made her cry out. They didn’t slow. They didn’t hold back. They moved in unison, pushing her higher, wrecking her completely.

Nat was lost in them, lost in the way they moved, the way they touched her, the way they touched each other. It was raw, passionate—a culmination of everything they had held back for too long.

She shattered again, her body arching, a broken moan slipping from her lips as they held her through it, whispering words she couldn’t comprehend, pressing kisses to her skin like a silent vow.

But they weren’t done. Not even close.

Ginger pulled out of her, his breathing ragged, moving up to her mouth as he thrust himself between her lips. He was rough, needy, his pleasure taking over as Roman continued to move inside her, both of them claiming her completely.

The night stretched on, pleasure mingling with exhaustion, whispered names mixing with gasps and moans. They explored each other, gave in to every desire, every craving. No more walls, no more barriers. Just them.

As Nat felt her heart might burst, both men shattered inside her, their bodies trembling, their hands gripping her like she was the only thing keeping them grounded.

She felt full. Full of them. Her body, her heart, her soul—completely theirs.

By the time the first hints of dawn touched the horizon, Nat lay tangled between them, her body spent, her heart full. Roman’s arm draped possessively over her waist, Ginger’s breath steady against the crook of her neck.

She smiled, closing her eyes, letting herself sink into the moment.

No more waiting. No more fear.

They were exactly where they were meant to be.

Together.