Chapter 33 #4
Reluctantly, we both move away from one another. I want to cry at the loss of his strong arms banding around me and the feel of his heart beating behind me.
I let out a jagged breath.
A second later, Linc is there, swooping me into his arms.
I have no choice but to wrap my legs around his waist. He walks over, depositing me on the top of Kane’s dresser.
I kind of expect him to slide inside me right away, but he gently cups the sides of my face. He stares at me with a raw intensity, like he’s trying to sift through my soul and find all my broken pieces.
I don’t think I’ve ever had anyone really see me the way he does.
“Are you okay?” he asks. His voice is gentle.
I am, but I’m also not. I give him a little shrug. “It’s just a lot.”
“I know, angel, but you’re doing so well.” He kisses my forehead. “We don’t have to do anything else.”
I shake my head because that’s the last thing I want. I don’t think I’ll be able to come again, but having him inside of me will be enough. That’s all I want right now.
“I want this with you, too,” I say, looking him in the eye as I say it.
It hasn’t taken long for me to gather that he is a consent king. Not to say that his brother and Kane aren’t.
I know either one of them would have stopped on a dime if I had asked them to at any point tonight. Linc is just more emphatic about it.
“I want you, too,” he whispers, grazing his lips down over my cheek and jaw. “Watching you with them has been hot as fuck.” He pulls back, his brown eyes locking on mine. “But now you’re all mine.”
The possessiveness in his tone makes my pussy quiver in anticipation, something I didn’t know it was capable of after everything it’s been through tonight.
He steps closer, and suddenly I’m reminded that he is indeed naked and very, very hard.
His cock slides through my wetness and glides inside of me. I’m so wet at this point that there isn’t any resistance at all. I’m hyperaware of every movement he makes as his piercing moves over my overstimulated nerves.
My feet hook together over the top of his ass, pulling him impossibly closer to me. With the way my legs are trapping him against me, he doesn’t have a lot of room to move. The rocking motion he’s making feels fucking amazing, though.
My hands roam over every tattooed inch of him I can reach. I can’t get enough. One second, we’re kissing, and the next, we are breathing the same air as our bodies grind against each other.
One of his hands stays rooted in my hair as the other glides down my back. His callused fingers track over my spine.
The way his large hand spans the small of my back is so fucking hot. It makes me feel cherished and safe.
“I need you to come for me, angel,” Linc rasps. He sounds like he’s barely hanging onto his last thread of control.
“I don’t think I can.” What he’s doing feels incredible, but I really don’t think it’s possible.
“Oh… you’re going to come, love.” There’s a new level of intensity in his stare that sends a shiver through me. It isn’t from fear but rather anticipation.
In one fluid motion, he grabs one of my legs from around his waist and hooks it up over his shoulder and angles me backward. My head is almost touching the wall behind me, but not quite.
At the first thrust he makes inside of me, I cry out. At this new angle, he’s hitting me so deep it feels like his cock is going to hit my lungs. My nurse brain knows this isn’t possible… but fuck.
He seems to be achieving the impossible because a soul-deep orgasm is starting to build deep within me.
“Abby.” My name comes out in a barely audible pant as he continues his punishing rhythm. “Come for me.”
He presses the pad of his thumb against my clit, and that’s all it takes. An almost torturous orgasm tears its way through me.
I feel it in every nerve ending, every inch of skin, and every fiber of my being. It goes on and on.
The feeling is so all-consuming, I don’t even know what I’m doing or what sounds I’m making. The rawness of it is cathartic in a way.
Linc’s movements still as he shudders through his release. We cling to each other like our lives depend on it. His forehead falls to mine.
His harsh breaths ghost over me. Neither of us needs to say anything. I’m pretty sure we’re both feeling wrecked by what just happened.
Eventually, he carries me into the bathroom and cleans me up. Wyatt helps slip a huge T-shirt over my head before I crawl across the bed and snuggle in next to Kane. His chest becomes the perfect pillow.
I can hear Linc and Wyatt arguing about who gets to sleep behind me. “Fuck you,” Linc says. “You’ve already spent the night with her.”
“So have I,” Kane whispers. His chin rests against the top of my head. I laugh quietly but don’t have the energy to do much else.
Linc must win the battle because he ends up pressed against my back with his arm draped around my waist. Wyatt manhandles my legs in such a way that he can lay his head on my thigh.
I have no idea how such a large man is going to comfortably sleep at the foot of the bed like that, but he seems perfectly content where he’s at.
Kane’s hand runs over my hair that’s sure to be filled with knots after this sex marathon. The soothing motion makes my eyes fall closed.
I’m utterly exhausted after everything that just transpired. I feel it not only in my body but also in my soul. It’s like something has shifted within me.
The last thought my brain latches onto before sleep overtakes me is that there’s no way this is it. I feel more connected to these men now than I did a handful of hours ago.
They’re a part of me, and tearing them away will inevitably rip my heart to shreds.