Chapter 20 Between Them
The bedroom door clicked shut behind us.
No rush. No chaos.
Just the three of us, and a silence so full it felt like pressure in my chest.
Patrick moved first, calm and controlled, walking to the bed like he already knew I’d follow. He turned back, hands sliding into his pockets, watching me.
Drew stayed close to my back, body heat pressed to mine without touching.
“Clothes off,” Patrick said, voice low. “All of them.”
My breath caught.
He didn’t raise his voice.
He didn’t repeat himself.
He didn’t have to.
I stripped slowly, under both their gazes. Drew stepped back just enough to let me move, but I could feel his eyes dragging down my spine, over my hips, pausing at the curve of my ass like he was memorizing the way I trembled.
Patrick’s jaw flexed. “Good girl.”
Heat curled low in my belly.
I stood there bare, breathing shallow, watching both of them like I was the one who’d cornered them.
“Bed,” Patrick said. “On your knees.”
I climbed up, heart pounding. The sheets were cool against my skin. I knelt in the center, every nerve lit up, the air between us crackling with something dangerous.
Drew came closer then, slow and deliberate, shrugging out of his hoodie. He tossed it to the side, stepping up to the edge of the bed. His eyes met mine.
“You doing okay?” he asked, voice soft but steady.
I nodded.
Patrick stepped up behind me, his hand coming down gently on the small of my back, coaxing me to arch. “Words, love.”
“Yes,” I breathed.
“Good.” His palm smoothed over my skin. “Tell us if that changes.”
Drew reached for my face, cradling my jaw with one hand. He didn’t kiss me right away—just held me there, his thumb brushing over my bottom lip, eyes full of a quiet heat that made my stomach twist.
“You know we’re not going to be gentle,” he said.
I didn’t hesitate. “I don’t want gentle.”
That made Patrick growl low behind me. I felt it in his breath before I felt his mouth—hot and rough against my shoulder, teeth scraping over skin like he was holding something back.
Then Drew kissed me.
Slow. Deep. Thorough.
His tongue stroked against mine like he had all the time in the world to learn every corner of my mouth. His hand slid into my hair, holding me still as he kissed me harder, deeper, until I moaned into it.
Behind me, Patrick dropped to his knees on the bed.
Then his mouth was between my thighs.
My moan broke against Drew’s lips.
Patrick’s hands gripped my hips tight, pulling me back against his face as his tongue slid through my folds, slow and devastating. He licked me with control, no rush, no teasing, just pressure.
Drew broke the kiss to watch me fall apart.
He tilted my chin toward him, forcing me to meet his eyes.
“Let him make you come,” he said quietly. “I want to see your face.”
I couldn’t think. Couldn’t breathe.
Patrick sucked my clit into his mouth. He started slow. Maddeningly slow.
His tongue traced a firm circle, dragging up my slit, barely grazing where I needed him. I tried to push back, to grind against his mouth, but Patrick held me steady—one hand spread
across my lower back, the other locked around my hip like a warning.
Drew kissed the corner of my mouth. “Don’t move,” he murmured.
Patrick hummed low between my thighs, the vibration sinking into me.
My breath caught.
Drew’s fingers traced a line from my jaw to my collarbone, down between my breasts. Not grabbing. Just… exploring. Mapping heat with his fingertips while Patrick worked me with his mouth like he had something to prove.
Like I was already his, and he was just showing me how thoroughly.
“Fucking soaked,” Patrick muttered against me. His teeth scraped lightly where his tongue had just been, and I whimpered.
Drew’s hand came up to cup my throat, gentle, firm. His thumb brushed the underside of my chin, coaxing my gaze to his.
“You’re doing so well,” he whispered. “You feel it building?”
I nodded, lips parted, barely breathing. “Yes.”
“Don’t hold it back.”
Patrick groaned in agreement and slid his tongue over me again—flat, hard pressure that made my thighs tremble.
I was close.
So fucking close.
But Patrick didn’t let up. He sucked my clit into his mouth, and I screamed.
Drew caught the sound with his mouth, swallowing every broken gasp.
Patrick didn’t stop. Didn’t even slow.
He worked me like he knew exactly what I needed, every flick and stroke of his tongue calculated. Focused.
Possessive.
Drew held me still as I shattered, hips jerking, thighs trembling, my whole body bowing between them as the orgasm tore through me.
Patrick groaned against me, licking me through it.
Drew kissed my temple, his voice a thread of silk.
“Again.”
Patrick growled behind me. “Yes.”