Her thighs pressed. Her nipples visible through the torn-open blouse fabric. Her face, the specific, open, undisguised face of someone who had been first and was watching someone else in the same place and was feeling everything about that simultaneously.
He looked at her over Nara's shoulder.
The purple eyes. His chin tilted. The specific, minimal, inexorable gesture.
'Come here.'
She went.
His hand, while not losing its grip on Nara, found Preet's hip. Guided her. Not to the front — to the side. His position adjusted, the angle changing, Nara's position adjusting with it, and now Preet was in front of the boulder, beside Nara, both of them bent over the surface, their hips at the same height.
Two women.
Side by side.
His hand on both of them. Not fucking Preet — not yet, his cock still in Nara — but his hand at Preet's entrance, two fingers, the specific, knowing entry of fingers that remembered where they'd been before.
"'HNGH—'" Preet's sound. Immediate.
