Chapter 12 Angelie #2
I shudder, clasping his waist and pulling him closer, and he nuzzles into my neck as he presses his erection against me, letting me feel how hard he already is.
I wonder, briefly, if he’s been containing this since the moment he saw me with his brother, determined to prove himself as an equally worthy lover, if not more so.
The thought brings a grin to my face as I catch his head in my hands, pulling him around to kiss me properly.
His tongue slips into my mouth as he pushes a knee between my legs, parting them with ease and letting me feel him as he grinds into me.
“Fuck, you taste just as good as I remember,” he murmurs, as he moves his hands to my hips, grabbing my thighs through the flimsy fabric of my sleep shorts and then spinning me around so I’m facing the counter.
I gasp as one hand slips down the front of my shorts and the other moves into my hair, winding a generous handful around his fingers as he tugs my head back and kisses my neck again.
“Already soaked for me,” he continues, and I can hear the playful grin in his voice, the obvious enjoyment of how turned on I already am.
His fingers spread my folds as he circles my clit softly, just the same way Callum’s tongue did yesterday.
Fuck. Even the thought of it feels naughty, like I shouldn’t be able to have the two of them so close together.
But it’s not like it would be the first time…
He grasps my thigh, lifting it a little and resting it on the stool beneath the kitchen island and then pulling my shorts down.
He lets out a groan at the sight of me, and before I know what’s happening, he’s on his knees behind me, his tongue swirling hungrily around my slit for just a second before he straightens back up.
“Sorry,” he murmurs, though there’s no real hint of apology in his voice as he wraps his arm around my waist once more. “Couldn’t resist…”
I look back at him, and he closes his mouth onto mine as he takes his cock into his hand, guiding it against my slit.
He rubs his thick head against me for a moment, teasing me with the promise of more, and then, one hand splayed on my belly to keep me steady, slowly sinks himself into me like he’s enjoying every moment.
“Oh, fuck, yes,” he groans, and the open expression of his desire for me is enough to make every muscle in my body tense.
I can’t believe this is happening. I can’t believe how badly I want this.
I thought there would be a part of me that would doubt or second-guess this, being with the guys again so soon after each other, but instead, my body seems to ache for each and every one of them individually, whatever good sense I had knocked entirely loose by the certainty of my need.
Dylan moves into me deep, the kitchen filling with the sound of our bodies coming together.
I can feel his hot breath in my ear, the rasping sound of how much he wants me, and it sends another shock of pleasure through me.
His hand works its way down from my belly to find my clit as he moves inside of me, and the mesh of sensation, internal and external, draws a whimper from between my lips.
“That’s my girl,” he tells me softly, his hips flexing as they come flush with mine over and over again. “I want to feel you come for me, Angelie. Come on my cock…”
He continues to whisper the filthiest demands into my ear, and it’s all I can do to keep my grip on the counter.
I’m glad to be propped up on the stool, because if I wasn’t, I’m pretty sure my legs would give out from underneath me.
But I get the feeling that’s exactly what he wants, for me to be pushed to that point of no return, to make me feel a pleasure that only he can gift me.
And it’s that thought that takes me over the edge, the thought of being the object of so much affection for all of these men that they will do everything in their power to outdo each other in the sheer amount of pleasure that they give me.
My thighs close around him, and my body spasms in pleasure as the rush of release courses from the tips of my fingers to the very top of my scalp, pouring down my back in a helpless waterfall that draws a rush of noises from between my lips.
I’m pretty sure I’m cursing out language I’ve never even heard before as he strokes deep into me, massaging himself with the sensation of my clenching pussy around his cock.
A few seconds later, I feel him reach his own release inside of me, driving himself in deep and stilling himself there. His cock twitches, the warmth of his seed flooding me, and I wilt forward onto the counter, hands pressed against the cool wood, trying to bring myself back to reality.
“That’s my girl,” he purrs, as he draws me up against him again, grinding a few more times inside of me as though to make sure that I’ve taken every last inch of his seed.
The words fill my mind, so delicious they almost allow me to forget exactly the level of nerve I must have to hook up with two twins a day after each other—and less than a week after I was with Carlisle too.
Dylan knows about Callum, at least, but I don’t know how much the rest of them are aware of, and frankly, I don’t know if I want to come clean.
He slowly draws himself back from me, but catches me as I stumble slightly, hands on my hips to steady me before I tumble over entirely. “Hey, hey, I’ve got you.”
I reach for my coffee, hoping that a hit of caffeine will bring me back to reality. And then I hear the rumble of an engine coming up the road and toward the cabin—looks like the guys are back already.
“You should probably tidy yourself up,” Dyan teases me lightly, leaning back and looking me up and down.
“What do you…?”
But then I glance down at myself, realizing that my shorts are askew, my nipples still hard beneath my cami top. Shit. He’s probably right. At least the coffee scent that fills the kitchen is enough to cover what we’ve just done. At least, I hope so…
I race to the door, but Dylan catches me just before I vanish. I turn to him, wondering what he needs—and he kisses me again, just one last time, a deep kiss that I can feel all the way down in my belly.
“Get out of here,” he murmurs, dragging his nose against mine and landing a playful slap on my ass as he orders me on. And as I take the stairs to my room two at a time before the others step inside, I can hardly keep the smile off my face.
This might not be how I had imagined reuniting with the fathers of my children. But sometimes, life throws shit at you that you could never have imagined—and you just have to make the best of it.
Not that having four gorgeous men chasing you is exactly hard to make the best of.