With a deep inhale, Mia reached for the hem of her oversized tee and pulled it over her head in one smooth motion.

  Neither girl said a word.

  She kicked off her shorts and stepped out of them. Her skin prickled in the morning air, not from shame-but from shedding.

  And when she looked up, both girls were staring at her with naked admiration.

  Marisol let out a low whistle. “Dios mío…”

  Sarah leaned back on her elbows. “That is not fair.”

  Mia grinned, trying to shake off the rising blush. “What?”

  “You look like every forbidden poster the boys want to hang in their high school lockers,” Sarah said.

  Marisol added, “If Bharath ever sees you walking around like this, he’s going to forget his own name.”

  Mia covered her face with both hands and ughed. “Stop. Oh my god.”

  But she was glowing.

  She could feel it-like the sun had finally found her skin and decided to stay.

  She crawled into bed between them and let the covers drape over her waist. Her bare back met Marisol’s stomach; Sarah faced her, soft and open, close enough for their noses to almost touch.

  No tension.

  No hesitation.

  Just warmth.

  Marisol draped one arm over both their waists, sighing happily. “Perfect fit.”

  Sarah traced a line from Mia’s colrbone to her shoulder. “Like you were meant to be here.”

  Mia exhaled slowly. “It’s strange. I always thought I’d feel… weird. But this just feels…”

  She didn’t have the word.

  “Right,” Marisol supplied gently.

  “Like a puzzle piece I didn’t know was missing,” Mia whispered.

  “Exactly,” Sarah said.

  They y there, their bodies rexed but still humming with something more.

  Marisol’s hand found Mia’s hip, admiring its curve. “I swear, if Bharath had seen this view before the gym, he’d still be in bed.”

  Sarah ughed. “Or on the floor.”

  Mia smirked. “Would you let him?”

  “Baby,” Marisol said, mock-scandalized. “We live to let him.”

  Sarah added, “It’s the best part of our day. And night.”

  Mia rolled onto her back between them, staring up at the ceiling. “God. I’ve never even imagined something like this existed. This kind of… love. Pyfulness. Worship.”

  Marisol nestled her head against Mia’s shoulder. “It’s what happens when you give up shame.”

  “And let devotion in,” Sarah murmured.

  Mia’s heart fluttered at that word.

  Devotion.

  Not possession. Not performance.

  Devotion.

  “I want it,” she whispered before she could stop herself.

  Sarah propped herself up on one elbow, smiling. “We know.”

  Marisol kissed Mia’s bare shoulder, lips soft and reverent. “And you’ll get it. If it’s right. And when it’s time.”

  Mia looked between them. “You’re both… okay sharing him?”

  Marisol met her gaze steadily. “We’re not sharing him. We’re worshiping him. Together.”

  Sarah nodded. “He gives us everything. And we give him… everything back.”

  “And sometimes each other,” Marisol said, grinning.

  Mia ughed again, half-flustered, half-aroused. “I don’t know if I could ever-”

  “Not yet,” Sarah said. “You’re still blooming.”

  Marisol leaned over and rested her head on Mia’s chest. “And when you do, it’ll be magnificent.”

  They y like that for a long time, wrapped in warmth and skin and zy touches. At one point, Mia let her fingers brush along Marisol’s waist, then across Sarah’s shoulder. She didn’t think about it. It felt like… hers.

  Not ownership. But belonging.

  She was starting to understand the difference.

  “What do you think it’ll be like?” Mia whispered. “When it finally happens?”

  “The first time?” Sarah asked.

  “With Bharath.”

  Marisol’s voice was low. “Like stepping into a storm you didn’t know you could survive.”

  Sarah added, “And finding out you’re the eye of it.”

  Mia closed her eyes and smiled. “I want that.”

  “You’ll have it,” Marisol said.

  Sarah curled closer. “But first, more cuddles.”

  Mia giggled. “Best initiation ritual ever.”

  They drifted there, not quite sleeping, not quite awake.

  The air buzzed with the beginning of something. The opening of a new door.

  Not just the one in the hallway.

  But the one in Mia’s heart.

  And it was wide open.

  Marisol brushed Mia’s hair from her forehead, then whispered with a zy grin, “Next time we’ll leave the door a little wider.”

  Sarah chuckled softly. “Or maybe we won’t. Let’s see if you sneak closer on your own.”

  Mia flushed, but her grin was unmistakable.

  She wasn’t just part of the scene now. She was already imagining her next entrance. How it would feel to tease him. To be watched. To be wanted like that.

  Sarah yawned and nuzzled her neck. Marisol curled tighter against her back. The bed was warm, heavy with afterglow and comfort.

  The light in the room was soft, muted by the gauzy curtains, but the air buzzed with something electric. It wasn’t just the aftermath of st night. It was possibility. Desire. A fragile kind of promise waiting to be spoken aloud.

  Mia y between Sarah and Marisol, skin warm against skin. No one had reached for the bnket. No one had needed to. Their heat was shared. Tangled. Earned.

  It was Marisol who broke the silence, her voice a husky murmur against Mia’s shoulder.

  “That was… kind of insanely hot, by the way.”

  Mia blinked. “What was?”

  “You. Last night. Grinding on him like that.” Her breath brushed Mia’s colrbone. “No bra. That top falling open. Your hips moving on him like it was instinct.”

  Sarah let out a soft sigh, nuzzling the back of Mia’s neck. “You were shameless. And stunning.”

  Mia flushed, but didn’t look away. “You two told me to flirt.”

  “We didn’t tell you to grind on his cock like a metronome,” Sarah said, ughing under her breath. “That was full-body sorcery.”

  Marisol leaned over her. “You knew what you were doing. And he knew too.”

  “He just didn’t move,” Mia said. “He didn’t pull me in.”

  “Because he’s loyal,” Marisol whispered. “To us. That’s the only reason.”

  Sarah nodded. “It wasn’t rejection. It was restraint. Devotion.”

  “And it made it hotter,” Marisol added. “Watching him try not to break.”

  Mia bit her lip. “You liked watching me seduce him?”

  “Oh yeah,” Sarah purred. “Every roll of your hips. Every time your shirt slipped. He was shaking. And we were soaking. We told you we like watching him with his special women.”

  Mia exhaled shakily. “God.”

  Marisol traced a line down Mia’s arm. “We didn’t know if you’d actually go through with it. But we hoped you would.”

  “I thought maybe…” Mia hesitated. “Maybe you’d be upset.”

  “Upset?” Sarah scoffed softly. “We wanted to jump you on that couch ourselves.”

  Mia smiled, but her eyes had turned serious. “Can I tell you something?”

  “Always,” Marisol said.

  Mia hesitated only a moment. “I can understand how hot you feel. I saw you too. All of st night. And this morning too.”

  There was a beat of stunned silence.

  “You liked it too?” Sarah asked, huskily.

  Mia nodded. “I heard you. You guys were so noisy. I peeked through the crack in the door you had left open and… I couldn’t look away.”

  Marisol sat up slightly, eyes wide. “Holy shit. I had left the door open hoping you would hear us. We never thought you would see the whole thing.”

  Mia’s voice dropped. “I watched him take you both. And I came. I didn’t even touch myself the first time. It just… happened.”

  Sarah made a reverent sound in her throat. “You came watching him fuck us?”

  “Multiple times,” Mia said softly. “And not just because of him.”

  That made both girls go still.

  “What do you mean?” Marisol asked.

  Mia swallowed. “I got off watching you. Watching you feel him. The way you gave yourselves to him. The way you held each other. It was… beautiful. Like watching love be worshipped.”

  Sarah’s breath caught. “You got turned on by us?”

  Mia blushed but nodded.”Not you… but watching you getting taken by him. I didn’t expect to. But I did. So much. I imagined how it would be if it were me in your pce.”

  Marisol let out a slow, shaky ugh. “Oh, Mia… you’re a cuckquean just like us.”

  Mia blinked. “What?”

  “It means you’re turned on by watching someone you love fuck someone,” Sarah expined gently. “Especially when it’s someone you want to be part of. Like Bharath.”

  Mia’s lips parted. “That’s… a thing?”

  “Oh yes,” Marisol said, sliding closer. “It’s what we are too. We watch each other getting fucked by Bharath. And love it. You asked us st night about how we manage to share Bharath with each other. Now you should understand.”

  Sarah grinned. “It’s not jealousy. It’s devotion. Worship. Wanting to witness love unfold.”

  “I didn’t feel left out,” Mia whispered. “I felt like I belonged there.”

  “Because you do,” Marisol said fiercely. “You’re one of us.”

  “You are part of this,” Sarah added, cupping Mia’s cheek. “Even if Bharath’s still holding back.”

  “He’s not afraid,” Marisol said. “He’s just loyal. He thinks acting on what he feels for you would betray us.”

  “But it wouldn’t,” Sarah said. “Because we want it.”

  Mia’s heart thudded. “You do?”

  “We need to see him cim you,” Marisol whispered. “It’s the next step.”

  “And st night,” Sarah said, “he almost did. He was so close. If it weren’t for his love for us, I think he would’ve bent you over the couch. I’m getting hot just thinking about it.”

  Mia’s thighs clenched. “I wanted it. So badly. I could feel his desire for me. His cock was so hard and thick! I almost took it and shoved it in me.”

  “We know,” Marisol said, grinning. “You should’ve seen our faces.”

  “I couldn’t stop fantasizing,” Mia murmured. “What he’d do. How he’d touch me. Would he spank me like you? Or choke me like Sarah?”

  “Maybe something new,” Sarah said, her voice full of heat. “Maybe you’ll unlock something we haven’t.”

  “And we’ll be there,” Marisol promised. “To guide him. To hold you. To worship you together.”

  Mia swallowed, tears stinging her eyes. “You’ve already accepted me.”

  “Of course we have,” Sarah said. “You’re not just a guest anymore. You’re family.”

  “And soon,” Marisol whispered, “you’ll be his, too.”

  They y there in silence for a moment, breaths tangled, hearts beating in sync.

  Then Mia whispered, “You really think he’ll let himself?”

  Sarah nodded. “He already wants to. He just hasn’t forgiven himself for it.”

  “But we’ll push him there,” Marisol said. “Gently. Together.”

  “And when he breaks…” Sarah’s voice turned molten. “It’s going to be glorious.”

  “I can’t wait to watch him with you again,” Mia said. Then added, more quietly, “I think I need to watch.”

  “You’re such a little cuck,” Marisol teased.

  “And you love it,” Sarah added, kissing Mia’s shoulder.

  Mia smiled through the heat. “I really do. For our man.”