“Lo.” He lifts my left leg up to his shoulder, tilting his hips and pounding into me harder. His fingers rub my clit, and I feel another orgasm climbing. “You have already given me so much.” He presses his lips to mine, swirling his tongue around my mouth, as he rocks into me, over and over, until we’re both sweating, panting, and crying out in release.
We collapse against one another, and he twists us around so we’re side to side, facing one another. He holds me close, our bodies perfectly aligned, our breathing in sync. He clasps my face, leaning down to kiss me. When the kiss ends, we smile at one another, and it’s been a long time since I’ve felt such deep-seated contentment.
My eyes flutter closed, and a yawn slips out of my mouth. “Good talk,” I whisper, my lips curving into a smile.
His chest rumbles in silent laughter as his warm lips press against my brow. “Sleep, my love. I’ve got you. Always.”
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I stir sometime later, conscious of soft voices talking and the feel of light cotton over my skin. My cheek is pressed to Theo’s chest, and I’m comforted by the steady beat of his heart.
“You love her,” Saint says, and I squeeze my eyes tight to keep them closed.
“More than I ever realized,” Theo admits, pulling me in even closer.
“It’s good now?” Saint asks.
“Yeah. We’ve cleared the air.” Theo plants a kiss in my hair. “You okay with this?”
Silence rings out in the dark room. “Yeah, man,” he says after a few awkward beats. “Can’t promise I won’t get jealous, because she brings out a side of me I wasn’t aware I was hiding, but you’re my brother. Caz and Galen too. I don’t want to fight with any of you. You might need to be patient.”
“It’s cool, brother, and I’ll need to get used to sharing her too. Last time, she was all mine, and I know how good that feels.”
Warmth blossoms in my chest, and my heart swells.
“You need her, and she needs you too,” Saint says, and I’m so proud of him for his selflessness. “You offer her something we can’t, and we can’t be selfish. This is all about her.”
“It is,” Theo whispers. “Lo is all that matters.”
“You hear that, princess?” Saint says, and I hear the amusement lacing his tone. “You can stop pretending you’re asleep now.”
“I wasn’t pretending,” I say over a yawn. “I just didn’t want to interrupt. Seemed rude.” I open my eyes, staring into Theo’s gorgeous amber-hued gaze.
The couch dips at the end, and I glance down at Saint. He slides his hand under the cotton sheet someone draped over us, finding my feet. “It’s only three a.m. You should go back to sleep.” His warm hands rub up and down my legs.
“Come here,” I demand, not feeling sleepy anymore. “I need to kiss you.”
He gets up, dropping to his knees on the ground before me, and I twist around and kiss him. Theo stirs, and I hold on to his arm, keeping him in place. I tear my lips from Saint’s, angling around to softly kiss Theo. “Now I’ve confirmation it’s all about me,” I say, my gaze alternating between the two guys, “I’d like to make a request.” My lips kick up as Saint rolls his eyes.
“I have a feeling we’ll never hear the end of this,” Saint drawls.
“I want you both sleeping in my bed tonight.”
“Whatever you need, baby,” Theo says, kissing my cheek.
Saint stands, sliding his arms underneath my naked body, as Theo peels the cover back. Saint scoops me into his arms, and I curl into him, burying my nose in his neck, ingesting the scent that is uniquely Saint Lennox as he carries me upstairs with Theo following close behind.
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“Morning.” Caz drops a kiss on the end of my nose when I amble into the kitchen the next morning. “Sleep well?” he teases.
I wink as I pour myself a cup of coffee. “I slept perfectly snuggled between Theo and Saint.”
“Someone sounds loved up.” He waggles his brows before biting into a slice of buttery toast.
“Stop giving her a hard time,” Theo says, coming up behind me and snaking his arms around my waist. “You should be pleased we’ve patched up our differences.”
“Is that what we’re calling it now?” Caz jokes. “I think your dick was still inside her when we got home.”
Theo locks up, his body tense behind me, and I draw soft circles on the back of his hand, urging him to relax.
“Stop teasing.” I pour a coffee for Theo, and he reluctantly breaks our embrace.
Saint arrives in the kitchen, yawning and scratching the back of his head. His hair is damp from the shower, and little droplets of water cling to the scruff on his cheeks. I pour him a coffee, walking toward him with a smile. I stretch up and peck his lips. “Morning, Saintly.”
“Are you ever going to quit with that Saintly shit?”
“You gonna stop calling me princess?”
A hint of a smile ghosts over his lips as he rolls his eyes.
“Do we need to stop by the house, or are we heading straight to school?” Galen asks in a clipped tone, and we all turn around. His butt is perched on the edge of the table, and his arms are softly folded across his chest. His face is a mask, hiding all emotion, but from the rigid way he’s holding himself, I can tell he’s unhappy.
“Princess, you need anything from the house?” Saint asks, maintaining eye contact with his cousin.
“Nah. I’ll manage although I should probably start keeping a bag here.”
“That’s a good idea,” Theo says, handing me a bowl of chopped fruit. It’s got a plastic lid on it, and he’s included a fork and paper towel. “For later, when you get hungry.”
My features soften. “You remember I don’t like breakfast first thing.”
He kisses me tenderly, his adoring gaze pinning me in place. “I remember everything.”
Caz snorts. “You are so fucking pussy-whipped. I can’t decide if I want to puke, laugh, or swoon.”
Theo flips him the bird, and Saint smirks.
“I’m gonna take my truck,” Galen says, striding toward the door.
“You don’t have to—”
“I want to get it thoroughly cleaned, in case there’s any trace evidence from last night,” he says, cutting across whatever Saint was about to say. “I’ll see you at school,” he adds without looking at any of us.
The door slams violently behind him, and I flinch.
“Fuck.” Saint runs a hand over his hair, his eyes finding mine.
And I know what he’s not saying.
We’re at risk of losing Galen.
He probably feels like more of an outsider now than ever.
“I’ll fix it,” I promise, feeling more charitable today. And I’m more hopeful too. I didn’t think I could repair things with Theo, but we’re on the right road, and I can’t deny how much happier it’s made me.
It’s time to repair things with Galen too. If I need to be the bigger person, I’ll do it, because this needs to happen.
Saint nods, gulping down coffee, and I see the worry building behind his eyes.