Chapter 9!

The moon hangs low, casting silver streaks through the tangled branches as Sophie’s fingers lace with Rachel’s, pulling her deeper into the garden’s embrace. The air is thick with the scent of damp earth and blooming jasmine, the rustle of leaves underfoot the only sound besides their quickening breaths. Rachel’s pulse flutters against her ribs, her skin prickling with anticipation as Sophie’s thumb traces slow circles over her wrist, a silent command to follow.

Tori lingers a step behind, her usual dominance flickering like a candle in the wind. The openness of the garden unsettles her—no walls to pin Rachel against, no locked doors to trap her in. But the way Rachel’s hips sway slightly as Sophie guides her, the way her breath hitches when Sophie’s lips brush the shell of her ear—it’s too much to resist. Tori’s fingers twitch at her sides, her gaze darkening as she watches Sophie press Rachel against the rough bark of an ancient oak. The tree’s gnarled roots twist into the earth like grasping hands, mirroring the way Sophie’s body molds against Rachel’s back, caging her in.

“You’re trembling,” Sophie murmurs, her voice a velvet purr against Rachel’s neck. Her free hand slides up Rachel’s stomach, fingers splaying possessively over her ribs. “Do you like that? Being out here where anyone could see?” Rachel’s answer is a broken whimper, her head tilting back as Sophie’s teeth graze her earlobe. The night air does nothing to cool the heat pooling between her thighs, her jeans suddenly too tight, too restrictive.

Tori steps closer, the hesitation in her stride melting into something darker, hungrier. Her fingers find Rachel’s hip, gripping hard enough to bruise, her touch a brand. “Or is it us you like?” she growls, her breath hot against Rachel’s temple. “Both of us, touching you, owning you.” Rachel’s breath stutters, her nails digging into the bark as Sophie’s hand dips lower, her fingertips teasing the waistband of Rachel’s jeans. The contrast is intoxicating—Tori’s rough dominance, Sophie’s sinuous seduction—both of them stripping her bare without even removing her clothes.

Sophie turns Rachel’s face toward hers, their lips crashing together in a kiss that’s all teeth and tongue, wet and filthy. Rachel moans into her mouth, her body arching as Tori’s hand slides around her throat, not tight enough to choke, just enough to remind her who’s in control. “Such a good girl,” Sophie whispers against her lips, her fingers finally popping the button of Rachel’s jeans. The sound of the zipper lowering is obscenely loud in the quiet garden, the cool air rushing against Rachel’s exposed skin. She’s soaked, her panties clinging to her, the fabric useless against the ache between her legs.

Tori’s smirk is a blade in the moonlight as she presses Rachel harder against the tree, her free hand skimming up Rachel’s thigh, bunching the fabric of her skirt higher. “Look at you,” she murmurs, her voice rough with desire. “Already dripping for us.” Rachel’s breath comes in sharp gasps as Sophie drops to her knees, her hands sliding Rachel’s jeans and panties down her hips in one smooth motion. The grass is cool against Rachel’s bare legs, the night air kissing her heated skin, but it’s nothing compared to the first flick of Sophie’s tongue against her.