"Yes," Isla breathed immediately.

Zara's fingers found her and Isla made a sound that had no dignity left in it, her body pressing back into Zara while Dex's mouth stayed on her breast. Two sets of hands, two mouths, sensation coming from every direction until Isla was shaking and completely lost.

Zara stroked her slowly, her fingers moving through her wet heat, spreading her, circling her clit with practiced patience. Isla's hips rocked against her hand, chasing it, desperate.

"Zara—" her voice broke.

"I've got you," Zara said against her neck.

Dex reached for the nightstand. He rolled a condom on and came back to Zara, pulling her down onto...