KEISHA’S POV

I woke up at four in the morning for no reason.

Or— not no reason exactly.

The bond was tugging harder than normal. I felt it pulling at me like a string and I lay there in bed, sheets pooled around my waist and the realization that I wouldn’t be getting any sleep again.

I lay there for a full five minutes trying anyway.

Shit. This was useless.

Then I got up, pulled a hoodie on over my sleep shirt and went to the front door and opened it.

Callum was on the path .

He was just standing there in the dark with his hands in his coat like a man who had walked here without even realising it.

He looked up when the door opened and we looked at each other for a moment.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

He was quiet for a second. "I don’t know." He admitted.

I stepped back from the door with a sigh and he came inside.

The house was quiet and dark as he stood in my hallway and looked at me.

"Keisha—" His hand found my jaw, cradling it.

My heart was racing in my chest already. "Just shut up and kiss me."

His lips found mine and my hands found the front of his shirt and I pulled him closer because I was done pretending I wasn’t going to.

He kissed me differently tonight. He was being deliberate and precise with every sweep of his tongue into my mouth and it made my knees weak in a way I wasn’t prepared for.

"Callum—" His name came out as barely a whisper against his mouth.

His hands slid down my sides and found the hem of my hoodie, pushing it up.

Oh god.

I lifted my arms and it was gone and the cold air hit my skin for exactly one second before his hands were there instead and I made a sound I tried to muffle but failed.

"Oh god—" I gripped the front of his shirt as his lips moved to my neck, his teeth grazing the skin just below my ear and my head fell back against the wall as my eyes closed.

His fingers worked at the buttons of his own shirt and I helped because there were too many. I just wanted to touch him anywhere and everywhere.

I needed them gone. And when it finally came open, I pressed my palms flat against his chest and felt his breath hitch slightly.

"Keisha." He groaned.

His mouth found mine again and his hands were everywhere while I was pressed against the wall of my own hallway when—

There were footsteps on the porch.

We both froze and my heart stopped.

Callum went completely still against me, his hands on my waist, both of us not breathing.

I looked at the door which was still unlocked and I panicked as the knob turned.

Oh goddess no.

A figure filled the frame.

Dane.

Oh, thank fuck. 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

He stood there, looked at us and I watched him take in the scene— me against the wall, Callum’s shirt open, the general evidence of what had been happening thirty seconds ago.

His expression didn’t change. Not even a flicker of surprise.

My breathing was ragged and I stared at him, my chest heaving slightly. I wasn’t even sure what prompted me to speak but somehow, my mouth was open before I could process my words.

"Are you going to stand there all night?" I breathed.

His eyes moved to mine and he stepped inside, pulling the door closed behind him.

Dane reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear.

"Hi." He said softly.

"Hi." I said back with a soft smile.

Then Callum’s lips found my shoulder and I stopped thinking.

His mouth moved slowly up my neck and I felt Dane step in close behind me, his hands finding my waist and his lips dropping to the base of my shoulder.

I was between them and the feeling was nothing short of euphoric.

"Oh goddess—" A whimper crawled up my throat as Callum’s hand slid down my stomach and Dane’s fingers worked at the clasp of my bra from behind.

Cold air brushed against my chest when he got it off and then Dane’s warm hands were there, cupping my breasts, his thumbs grazing my nipples and I jerked forward into Callum with a sharp gasp.

"Shh." Callum murmured against my mouth. "I’ve got you."

His fingers slipped past the waistband of my shorts and I grabbed his shoulders with both hands because my legs were no longer reliable.

He found my pussy immediately and I whimpered at how embarrassingly ready I was. He made a sound low in his throat when he felt my pussy soaking his fingers already.

"Callum—please—" I was already grinding against his hand, my head falling back against Dane’s shoulder.

"Please what?" Callum’s voice was low and unhurried, almost patient, and I hated how composed he sounded when I was falling apart.

"You know what." I managed to grit out.

Dane laughed against my neck. "Tell him." He said into my ear, the sound making me shiver.

"Touch me properly." I said breathlessly. "Both of you. Please."

Callum found my gaze in the dark and he looked at Dane. "Upstairs. We want to take our time with you."

We stumbled our way into the room, my senses heightened as they took me in every way possible until I was a boneless heap.

Afterward I lay in the dark between them, my breathing ragged.

Callum’s fingers found mine under the sheets and laced through them slowly.

Dane pressed his lips to my hair and left them there for a long moment.

I stared at the ceiling with droopy eyes.

The house was quiet.

Something tightened in my chest and I turned to them, my voice sleepy.

"Stay. Please. Just for tonight."

All I wanted was for them to stay with me after this. And hold me.

Just for one night.