Page 17 of Dollhouse

Bo’s hand creeps over the grass, covering mine and sliding his fingers into the grooves of my own, his reassuring squeeze making my heart flutter. I peek over at him and his eyes are hooded, probably getting swept up in the same current that I am. These cousins are devastating.

There’s something there, the brief memory of our shared kiss when we first got here. How he’s shown up when I was barely able to keep my head above water. Something in the moment moves me to tangle my hand lightly in his hair and pull him toward me. His surprise fades quickly and he kisses me, though this time it’s safe and soft. A reassurance. A reminder of who we are.

“Christ, you two always fucking making me hard,” Jesse grits through clenched teeth, and I can hear his pumping quicken.

Bo smiles into our kiss, tightening his grip on the back of my head and deepening it. His tongue explores mine as Noah’s large hands grip my hips, tugging them up so that I’m back on my hands and knees. Bo’s fingertips fall to my breast, gently circling my nipple with the pad of his thumb as his mouth leaves mine, trailing its way across my jaw and up to my temple.

The deep tenor of Jesse’s growl rumbles through us, his hand still tight in Bo’s hair. “I know what you’re doing you fucking brat,” he says, and Bo smirks as he’s tugged away from me, his mouth instantly filled with Jesse’s cock. He groans around theintrusion, eyes rolling up to Jesse’s face, who watches him with an intensity that makes my stomach flip. Holding Bo in place with his hands gripping his hair, Jesse uses his mouth ruthlessly and Bo’s hands fly to Jesse’s thighs to brace himself.

“Good boy,” Jesse croons. “Show me how much you love it when my dick fills your throat, you little cock-tease.”

Noah’s chest lowers to my back, biting my shoulder and I whimper, rolling my hips against his jeans just to ease this need forfriction. He unzips his pants, pulling his cock free, and drags it up and down my slick pussy. “Join him, baby,” he says. “I want to see you help Bo while I fuck you.”

I peek up at Jesse as Noah’s words skitter across my sensitive skin but his gaze is locked in on watching his cousin grip me by the shoulder and thrust fully inside me in one devastating stroke.

My breath is stolen, mouth falling open as Noah fucks me like he’sdesperate,his hands tight around my neck.

Jesse leans forward, pushing again on the back of Bo’s head until he gags, and places his thumb in my open mouth.

“Oh, Emma, you look so pretty getting fucked like that,” he croons, eyes heavy on mine as I’m forced to take everything that Noah gives me. Turning back to Bo, he pulls back, and Bo takes a shuddering breath, trying to fill his lungs. “You both do,” Jesse says, before thrusting back into his mouth harshly.

From the outside, the way they’re taking us would probably look incredibly heartless, but I know better. I can feel the way they’re starving for this. Forus. To the point that self-control sort of just slips to the wayside and nobody seems to miss it.

Jesse’s stolen away all of Bo’s breath, but his eyes are soft as he looks down at him. “You’re such a perfect boy for me, Bo. Taking me like this. Showing Emma how to put her mouth to good use…” His hand trails down Bo’s throat, tracing the outlineof his cock as he plunges into it. “I want to see how well you work together.”

Jesse looks at me, his eyes assessing, waiting to see if I hesitate before he pushes. His concern is arousing all on its own and I’m beyond caring what anyone thinks of me at the moment. Noah growls in my ear, “Show him, baby. You can do it.”

A ridiculous burst of pride lights inside me at Noah’s praise, making me want to prove him right. I’m not just a goody two-shoes. A wallflower. Not just a pure little toy to be placed in a dollhouse, collected away.

I’m real, and Ifeel. I feeleverythingabout this. From my skin to my heart, and somewhere that’s lit up like a Christmas tree in my brain. Noah in me. On me. Jesse’s thumb pressing down on my tongue like that’s where it’s always belonged. Bo’s hand reaching to intertwine his fingers with mine as he moves to kiss me, groaning into my mouth and then pulling away, staring into my own heavy eyes with his.

I look up at Jesse and flick my tongue out, watching as he hisses when I experiment again, taking the head of him into my mouth. Noah’s rolling into me with measured, staccato thrusts that have my navel clenching around him. Bo drags his tongue up the side of my neck, sucking on my earlobe before turning back to Jesse and rolling his baby blue eyes up at him and stroking his balls with his tongue.

Jesse jolts, shaken at the feel of both of us with our mouths on him. “Fuck, fuck. God you two are gonna kill me.”

Bo laughs and smirks at me, pulling my face to his and kissing me again, his hand moving up to jerk Jesse who groans, rolling his hips into the grip. For a moment, the power shifts, and Bo seems to take the slightest control.

I throw my head back as Noah’s hands move to the base of my throat and pull until I’m lifted to my knees, my hands leaving the ground as he fucks me at the new angle. Bo’s mouth drops tomy chest, taking my nipple between his lips as my body starts its ascension again.

“I’m going to—oh mygod—”Noah’s fingers strum my clit and I cry out, body tightening to an almost painful degree as I come.

“Your body loves this, Angel. You perfect, sweet girl,” Noah praises, pulling me back completely so my back molds to his chest as I ride though my orgasm, the clenching of my walls pushing him into his own and he slams into me a final time. I can feel the pulsing inside me as we’re locked together, his mouth on my ear, arm around my chest to hold me in place.

Bo’s mouth is a breath away from Jesse’s cock as he rolls his tongue out and Jesse coats it with his release. The sight of it is so intoxicating that my stomach clenches again. I’m grateful for Noah’s strong arms holding me together, because I could just splinter into a million, ecstatic pieces.

He places a kiss to my temple and I shiver, which makes him laugh low in my ear.

“There you are, baby. I missed this.” He nuzzles me and it makes my chest ache. “I missed you.”

The words aim straight for my heart, which feels larger, fuller than it has in weeks. Maybe I just needed my fill of them, of their unconditional affection and desire. The connection I share with them blocks out the uncertainty that’s been clouding my head.

Noah pulls out of me and stands, tucking himself back in his pants and lifting me into his arms to head back into the house. I peek over his shoulder as Jesse presses Bo into the grass, locked in a fervent kiss as he tugs on his jeans.

“Hey, look at me,” he says, and I peer up at his whiskey eyes. “Was that okay?”

Was that okay?

How to say it was everything? Exactly what I needed. Almost like a baptism to yank me to the surface after sinking slowly, slowly down.