Epilogue Part One #6
I want to tell Finn yes, to tell him what this feels like. That Mason’s thrusts are so strong it feels like he’s inside me too. That this is wrecking me from every angle, from the inside out, but I only moan.
Luc drags his mouth across mine again, panting too hard to really kiss. Just soft brushes of lips, forehead to forehead, sweat slick between us. I can taste every sound on his tongue, every whimper and curse.
“Jesus-fucking-Christ,” Finn hisses.
“Does your back hurt, Papi?” Luc teases, his voice still smug even as it shakes. As he shakes.
Finn ignores him, but he grips my hips tighter, his body snapping upward as he thrusts into me, more insistent now, finally fucking my ass in earnest, syncing to the rhythm Mason is setting.
It’s so much.
I’m moaning again, sweat dripping down my spine, hands scrambling for purchase on Finn’s chest.
He slides a hand from my hip to between Luc and me, down to my clit, and then starts rubbing me in small, perfect circles, just like Mason had, and it’s enough to make me jolt and cry out.
We’re a mess of sweat, heat, movement, and pleasure. Tangled in limbs, buried in each other, moving like we were made to fit this way.
Nothing in the world could be more right than this.
Finn roars and drives into me hard, and my pussy clenches around Luc, who lets out a sudden gasp, like the breath got punched out of him. His thrusts stutter, and warmth spills inside me in rhythm with the broken moans falling from his lips.
What the hell was that?
Mason chuckles behind him. “Again, baby?”
Luc shudders. “It’s… fuck… it’s just too much.”
But Mason only growls, hips rocking into Luc again. “You need to learn how to keep it in, especially since you’re not done yet. Not until Alaina comes again.”
Luc groans, but his hand moves down, slipping between my thighs to replace Finn’s hand that now slides up and around my ribs, roughly palming my breast, teasing my nipple, and rolling it between his fingers. Once my gasps and twitches become mindless writhes, I clamp down on both of them once more.
The rhythm picks up. Everything picks up.
Mason’s thrusts behind Luc.
Luc’s fingers on my clit.
Finn whispers, “Almost there. Let go for us.” And my whole body seizes as my orgasm hits hard, ripping through me.
I cry out, grabbing Luc’s shoulder while grinding down on Finn’s cock. Luc whimpers at the squeeze, his body twitching, barely able to keep still as I tighten around him again.
Finn curses, forehead dropping against the back of my shoulder, still gripping my breast roughly as he spills inside me, warmth flooding my ass.
Mason groans as he pulls Luc tight by the hips and gives him three more deep, brutal thrusts before he shudders, too, finding his release with a low, drawn-out moan.
Then, we’re nothing more than panting, sweating, and shaking bodies.
“So,” Finn says, either a minute or an eternity later, flat on his back and voice bone-dry, “You always come early, huh, Delacroix?”
I snort, hand flying to my mouth, muffling the laugh that bubbles up. Luc shoots me a withering glare, but it only makes it worse, and laughter tumbles past my fingers.
Mason grins, still braced behind Luc. “He doesn’t always. Just when it’s really, really good.” He kisses the back of Luc’s neck. “Right, baby?”
Luc doesn’t even pretend to deny it. “I wanna see how long you last with your cock in her chatte and your ass full of Mason.”
Finn groans dramatically. “Hard pass on the dick in the ass, thanks.” He kisses my shoulder softly, and I melt back against his chest, still catching my breath, limbs loose and trembling.
Luc pulls out of me with a groan, probably because Mason did the same to him, and the loss makes me whimper in protest, despite how satisfied I am.
“Coward.” Luc flops down on the mattress beside us with all the grace of a dying man. “I didn’t know I liked it either until I tried.”
Finn lifts his head and glares. “Having a full gang bang on top of me as a straight man is anything but being a coward.”
I can’t help but laugh again, rolling off him with a hiss, only to curl into his side, pressing a lazy kiss to his lips. “You’re so brave.”
Luc scoffs into the sheets. “Yeah, Greer. Carrying this team on your old-man back. We salute you.”
“Delacroix,” Finn growls in warning, but he’s grinning.
“What? Gonna punish me, coach?” Luc teases.
Finn grunts. “No. I’d make Payne do it.”
Mason pauses on his way to the bathroom and glances over his shoulder. “I’m getting something to clean them up. Then I’ll consider it.”
I lie there between them, every nerve in my body still humming, my heart finally quiet. Their voices keep drifting, Finn’s growl, Luc’s smug deflection, the sound of the bathroom door squeaking, normal, beautiful, and chaotic.
The perfect kind of noise.
Luc and I share a glance, and I swear his soft smile says he heard my thought and agrees with me.
“Anything can be a dream if it’s small enough.”
His words from months ago drift into the dizziness of my brain.
I didn’t understand it then, but I do now.
I don’t have to chase the whole sky.
I can just lie here, wrapped in heat, laughter, and love, and know this little dream is real.
And safe.
And entirely mine.