Chapter 85
Chapter Eighty-Five
Robin
It’s dark when I wake up, and I’m sweating like crazy under the blankets, probably because I’m fully clothed. That’s when I remember I didn’t go to bed like normal. I was carried by Falcon.
He held me when I broke down into tears, and he only let go when I was lying down, too tired to complain out loud about the absence of his touch.
I’m still sleepy but I need to take at least some of my clothes off, so I start to move, and that’s when I realize I’m not alone.
I stifle the gasp that rises up my throat when I bump into a big, hard back.
The safe, warm, happy feeling I have around Falcon is there when I touch him.
He’s sleeping, and he’s at least partially naked.
It’s like sleeping next to a heater.
My clothes aren’t the only thing making me warm, but they’re the only thing I want to get rid of.
I sit up and pull off my sweater, tossing it to the edge of the bed.
My jeans are a little harder to get rid of, but they take my socks with them when I shove them off my legs, pushing them further under the covers and out of my way.
I lay back down, wondering if it would be a bad move to take off my underwear.
I’ve already been naked in front of Falcon, and I know we’ll only go further if I remove these last bits of clothing before I fall back asleep beside him.
He’s already made it clear that he wants nothing more than to be with me.
And he’s proven with his actions what kind of man he is, more than once.
I don’t see any reason why I should hold out any longer.
I sit back up, strip out of my bra, and throw it across the room.
And that’s when Shayne rolls over at my other side, turning into me.
Oh my God! I had no idea he was there.
Biting on my bottom lip, I realize I don’t even care.
I haven’t known Shayne for long either, but I like what I’ve seen.
They’re the only men I’ve had feelings for, and they’re the sweetest, most caring men I’ve ever met. I don’t want to be afraid anymore. I want to grab hold of this chance at happiness and live my life how I want to live it.
I kiss Falcon between his shoulder-blades, leaving a trail of kisses down his back until he stirs, wakes up, and turns around in the bed. I kiss his toned stomach, and he lets out a gasp when I tug down his boxer briefs, releasing his cock.
“Oh, fuck,” he whispers above me. “Robin, what are you doing?”
I run my tongue over his shaft, feeling it growing harder under my touch.
He strokes a hand through my hair while I spend a few minutes taking him into my mouth and figuring out how much I can handle for how long.
He groans softly, his hips grinding and pushing more of his length into me.
I move up and down, stroking his balls with my fingers while I take his cock in my mouth.
He curses under his breath, grasps at my hair and just when I’m finding a good rhythm that lets me take as much of him as possible without provoking my gag-reflex, I hear Shayne let out a loud gasp.
“Stop,” Falcon murmurs, not sounding too urgent.
I keep going, and my mouth fills up with his cum.
I swallow on reflex, surprised at how quickly I was able to make him finish.
The late-night movies I’ve seen always make it seem like it takes a long time.
I come back up from under the covers, and Falcon immediately pulls me into his arms.
We kiss for long enough that I know his teeth are sharp and he’s getting turned on all over again.
When he breaks the kiss, it’s to whisper, “Shayne’s in bed with us.”
“Isn’t that how this works?” I ask, not lowering my voice.
His eyes flash, but he seems to have lost his ability to talk.
I look right at Shayne, giving him a smile.
Then, I turn back to Falcon.
“Being part of a pack, I mean?”
He smiles. “It works however you want it to work.”
“Then, I’d like to be a part of your pack.”
I flip my hair away from my throat, and I cock my head.
“I want my mark where everyone can see it.”
I glance over at Shayne, who’s watching us with wide eyes, full of desire.
“Both of my marks,” I correct myself.
“You’re sure about this?” Falcon asks.
“Knot me and mark me,” I tell him. “I’m all yours.”
“Oh my God,” Shayne murmurs. “Is this really happening?”
“This is really happening.”
He sits up and tears off his T-shirt.
“Calm the fuck down, Shayne,” Falcon says. “It’s not a race.”
“Right,” I tell them. “We’ve got all night to do this.”
“So, we’re going to do it right.” Falcon grins at me, his fangs shining in the darkness.
I run my finger-tip along them, sating my curiosity.
They’re as sharp as I expect.
I might get a little hurt tonight, but I’m going to enjoy every last second I spend with these two.