Oliver shrugs. “Guess it’s worth a shot.”
“You’ll have to wait until morning, though. He’s probably long asleep by now.”
Atticus smiles. “Good intel. Thanks.” His praise makes me happy. And then he asks, “So, angel, what would you like to do to kill some time?”
The air around the four of us shifts. I might not have any sexual experience, but I know that look in their eyes. That heat that threatens to consume me.
Oliver says, “It’s okay, you know.”
“What’s okay?”
“To be nervous. Nerves are a good thing, and this is something that most people would never try.”
I don’t know if I should laugh or cry. He thinks I’m nervous about entertaining the idea of being with the three of them. In reality, it’s because I have no freaking idea what I’m doing. And how does it even work with three of them? I mean—
Finn curses under his breath and pulls me into his arms, his mouth crashing over mine. He kisses me until I’m drunk on him before spinning me into Oliver’s arms. Oliver’s dark eyes sear into me before his lips cover mine. His kiss is different. Warmer. Sweet. And has me melting all over. He breaks away and then I’m in Atticus’ arms.
“Do you want me to kiss you, angel?”
I feel dizzy and lightheaded. I nod. Yes, I want him to kiss me. If he doesn’t, I think I might die. Slowly, he lowers his head. Everything comes alive when our mouths touch, and he kisses me like a starved man. But I’m the one who can’t stop. I’ve never felt like this before. So alive. So wanted. So freaking horny.
Atticus ends the kiss, pressing his forehead to mine. We’re both panting, like we just ran a marathon.
“Angel?”
“Yes?”
“Do you want to keep going?”
My heart pounds. This is something big, I know it. Something that will change my life forever. I’ve purposely never let anyone close to me because I don’t want to get hurt.
He tips my chin. “You can say no. We’ll respect whatever you choose. Understand?”
“I understand, and I think I want to keep going.” I search his gaze. “But I’m scared. I don’t have a lot of experience.”
“We know.”
“You do?”
“Wasn’t hard to guess. How much experience are we talking? A bit? None?”
I cough. “None.”
I expect them to run, screaming for the hills. What I don’t expect is for the heat in their eyes.
Finn murmurs, “I knew it.”
Atticus says, “I promise we’ll make it good for you. Do you trust us?”
“Yes.”
I don’t hesitate because I do trust them.
Atticus brushes his lips over mine. “Then let’s go back to the house.”
“So there’s really no sex room in here? I’m sad.”
He laughs. “We can add one, if you want.”