Both of Them — A Free Why-Choose (MFM) Romance Scene by Isla Wilde (2026)

Another free scene, start to finish. This one’s from Isla Wilde — why-choose, MFM, the kind where nobody has to pick and everybody knows it. If the voice lands, the full catalog is free with Kindle Unlimited, and every book page has a first chapter waiting.

Heads up: explicit scene, readers 18 and over — three consenting adults, one long-overdue conversation. If that’s not your speed today, our reading guides are a gentler stop.

Both of Them

The storm had knocked the power out an hour ago, and the three of them had been circling the thing all night by candlelight like it was a fire that might catch.

It had been building for months. Mara had known it, and she’d known that Theo and Jesse knew it, and she’d known that the two of them — who had been best friends since long before she’d walked into either of their lives — had talked about it when she wasn’t in the room. That was the part that undid her. Not that both of them wanted her. That they’d already made their peace with each other about it.

“You’re doing the thing,” Jesse said from the armchair. “Where you decide something’s a bad idea before anyone’s even said it out loud.”

“It is a bad idea.”

“Is it.” Theo, beside her on the couch, close enough that she could feel the warmth of him down her whole side. He’d been careful with her for months, and she was so tired of careful. “Because from where I’m sitting, the only bad idea is all three of us pretending for another night.”

“We talked about it,” Jesse said, easy, like it was the simplest thing in the world. “Me and him. A while ago. Neither of us wants you to have to choose, Mara. That was never the deal.”

She looked between them — Jesse loose and certain in the chair, Theo steady and warm at her shoulder — and felt the last of her arguments go quiet.

“Say what you actually want,” Theo said, low, just for her. “Out loud. And it happens. Or you say nothing, and we let it go, and it never comes up again. Your call. It’s only ever been your call.”

The candle guttered. Somewhere outside the rain came down in sheets.

“Both of you,” Mara said. “That’s what I want. I’m done pretending I don’t.”

For a second nobody moved. Then Theo’s hand came up to the side of her face, turning her toward him, and he kissed her like he’d been holding it back for exactly as long as she had — and across the room she heard Jesse exhale and get up, unhurried, crossing to them.

Theo kissed her slow, thorough, one hand splayed warm at the small of her back. Jesse sank onto the couch behind her, and she felt his mouth find the curve of her neck, felt him gather her hair aside with a gentleness that didn’t match the heat rolling through her. Two sets of hands. She’d wondered, in the honest small hours, whether it would feel like too much. It didn’t. It felt like being paid attention to by people who’d been paying attention for months.

“Okay?” Jesse murmured against her shoulder, because he always checked, because that was who he was.

“Very,” she managed, and felt him smile against her skin.

They took their time with her. Theo unhurried at her front, learning what made her breath catch; Jesse behind her, hands and mouth mapping the places Theo couldn’t reach, the two of them moving around her with the unspoken coordination of men who trusted each other completely. When Theo eased her back it was into Jesse, who caught her, steadied her, murmured something low and filthy and reverent all at once against her ear that made her whole body go tight.

“There she is,” Theo said, watching her come apart between them, his voice rough with how much he’d wanted this. “You have any idea how long we’ve—”

“Months,” Jesse supplied, and Mara laughed, breathless and undone, and then couldn’t laugh anymore because both of them had decided, at exactly the same moment, that talking was over.

After, the three of them tangled together in the candlelight, the storm finally easing off outside, Mara lay with her head on Theo’s chest and Jesse’s arm heavy and warm across both of them.

“So,” Jesse said to the ceiling, in the tone of a man deeply pleased with himself. “Still a bad idea?”

“Terrible,” Mara said. “Worst idea I’ve ever had.”

Theo’s laugh rumbled under her cheek. “We’ll workshop it. Lot of angles left to consider.”

“Extensively,” Jesse agreed, and pulled the blanket up over the three of them, and none of them made any move at all to leave.

Want the whole book?

If nobody-has-to-choose is your flavor, that’s Isla Wilde’s whole lane — why-choose and MFM, forbidden and forced-proximity, with the tension wound tight and the payoff fully on the page. Every title is free to read with Kindle Unlimited, and you can sample the first chapter of anything before you commit. New to her? Twin Flame Protocol — a grad student, the lab partner who’s always loved her, and the anonymous professor she’s been falling for online who turns out to be closer than she thinks — is a good place to start.

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