Chapter 1512
Lucy reached for her hand. Sophie took it.
Jude looked from one to the other. "Are you ready?"
Sophie’s answer was in the kiss she gave Lucy - deep, slow, reverent. Lucy moaned softly into her mouth, pulling her down beside them, fingers sliding under her wrap, skin to skin. Jude watched for a moment before pressing his mouth to Sophie’s shoulder, kissing her slowly as his hand stroked between her thighs.
She gasped against Lucy’s lips.
The three of them moved together in a tangle of limbs and sighs, the vines curling around them again like gentle serpents, stroking thighs and backs, teasing but not intruding. Jude’s mouth traveled across Sophie’s breasts, Lucy’s fingers tangled in her hair, and the three of them climaxed together in a symphony of breath and song and the island’s own rhythm.
When they finally lay tangled together in the moss, Lucy whispered, "Now we’re ready."
Sophie opened her eyes slowly. "Ready for what?"
The song answered before Jude could.
A new hum, rising from the trees behind them. Not Rose. Not Zoey. Not Grace.
Susan.
And she was coming.