Chapter 33

Mason's POV

I watch Theo move, see the raw edge in the set of his jaw and the grip of his hands as he braces Harper’s hips for one final thrust. He’s giving in to restraint, not desire, and I can see the frustration etched in the way his shoulders roll as he pulls out. His cock is still hard, slick with her wetness, but his eyes have shifted to Nathan. A silent command passes between them, and Nathan steps in without a word. 

He doesn’t need to speak. None of us do anymore. There’s a rhythm to the three of us, forged by years of shared play and deeper bonds than most would ever understand. So I step aside, allowing him space behind her, but I stay in front, close enough to see everything, the tremble in her thighs, the curve of her back, the way her body flinches as Nathan’s hands settle at her waist. She's amazing, I don't think she realises that. I don't think she knows