Behind us, sounds of kissing tell me Caz and Theo have succumbed to their lust, and a bubble of happiness spreads across my chest. I want to watch, but I’m afraid if they catch us looking they’ll feel self-conscious and stop. My eyes meet Saint’s as he lines his cock up to my entrance, and I see the truth in his baby blues.
Tonight is a turning point.
We all recognize that.
Saint impales me on his cock, thrusting into me hard as Galen pulls out of my mouth with a pop. I moan his loss, and he grins, bending down to bite my lip. “I need to come inside you, angel.” Pushing my hair to one side, he drags his lips up and down my neck, sucking hard in a way I know will leave marks.
I love when my guys brand me.
Love the envious looks I pick up from all the girls in school when they spot the regular hickeys on my neck.
I’m a lucky woman, and I know it.
Galen moves behind me, and Saint pulls me up onto his lap, wrapping my legs around him, in a mirror of our position the night we fucked outside in the storm. “I think someone has a new favorite position,” I murmur, riding his cock.
“Every way I’m inside you is my favorite position.” His piercing blue eyes pin me in place, and I’m lost for this guy.
“Who knew my cousin was such a closet romantic,” Galen quips, teasing my ass with his slick fingers.
I arch my head back as I bounce on Saint’s cock, looping my arm around Galen’s neck and pulling him closer as he inches into my ass. My eyes roll back in my head at the sense of fullness. Of complete ownership. I let go, trusting my pleasure to the Lennox cousins. “Don’t pretend you’re not romantic too. You gave me my angel daggers,” I purr, licking at the seam of his lips as he rocks in and out of my ass.
“Because nothing says romance like daggers,” Saint deadpans, and a giggle bursts from my chest.
A loud moan erupts behind us, followed by a slew of expletives, and I can’t contain my curiosity anymore. Galen and I twist our heads around at the same time while Saint’s jaw loosens as he stares over my shoulder.
Holy fuck.
Galen and Saint continue grinding inside me, albeit in a slower, less attentive fashion, as we watch Caz drive his cock into Theo’s ass. Theo is on all fours, facing the headrest, and Caz is hugging his back as he thrusts inside him, over and over again.
It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, and my pussy floods with warmth. Theo moans and hisses while Caz whispers shit in his ear as his powerful body pounds into Theo with years of pent-up lust.
Reluctantly, I tear my gaze away, touching Galen’s jaw to bring him back to me. This has been a long time coming for Caz and Theo, and they deserve some privacy. Saint swings his gaze to mine, examining my flushed cheeks, excited eyes, and parted lips. His mouth pulls into a lopsided grin. “That turns you on,” he whispers, stabbing his hips into mine.
“Like you wouldn’t believe.” I decide to mess with them as they pick up their pace, fucking me in perfect sync. “You know what’d be the hottest thing ever?” I struggle to keep a straight face while I pose my question. Galen grabs my hips, drilling harder into my ass.
“I’m afraid to ask,” Saint drolly replies.
“All of you fucking. That would be like a dream come true.”
“You do remember we’re cousins,” Galen says.
“Well, duh. Not you two, obviously. But Saint could fuck Caz and you could fuck Theo.”
“Not ever happening, queenie.” Saint pinches my tit. “I’m not into dick.”
“I could be persuaded,” Galen blurts, trailing his fingers up my spine.
“Really?” My gleeful screech confirms how fucking excited I am right now. I look back at him, eyes sparkling with anticipation.
“No.” He smirks. “I was yanking your chain.”
I slap his chest. “It’s mean to get me all excited like that.”
“We’re addicted to pussy, babe,” Saint says, rocking up inside me. “Your pussy, and that will never change.”
Roars and shouts litter the air behind us, and I grin at Saint as Caz and Theo audibly come together. Saint leans in, kissing me softly. “I love that you support them. I know how much that will mean to Theo, in particular.”
“Get the fuck away from me!” Theo screams, and the bed bounces behind us.
All the blood freezes in my veins.
“Theo.” Caz’s anguished tone slices through me. “Did I…” His choked voice trails off.
Galen and Saint stop thrusting, and we share a concerned look. I don’t know whether to intervene or leave them to work it out themselves.
“Don’t touch me!” Theo shrieks, and the headrest bangs against the wall. “Just leave me alone!”
“Don’t do this,” Caz pleads.
“I. Said. Don’t fucking touch me!” Theo screeches before a pained cry erupts from his throat.
I slide off Saint, communicating with my eyes. He nods, jerking his head at Galen. Climbing off the end of the bed, I pad around it, heading for Theo.
His back is flattened to the headrest, and his head is in his hands, his hair shielding his face, as his shoulders heave. Caz is standing beside the bed, looking dejected and full of remorse. I touch his arm, looking up at him, asking him to trust me with my eyes.
To let me talk to Theo and help him get out of his head.
The pained expression on Caz’s face guts me, and my heart hurts for him. “It will be okay,” I mouth even though I’ve no idea if it will. He stares at me with so much emotion, confusion coexisting with hurt and pain. Sweeping my fingers along his cheeks, I plead with my eyes, begging him to let me handle this.
Reeling me into his arms, Caz holds me tight. I squeeze my eyes shut to ward off the tears that are building when I feel his strong, powerful body tremble against mine. His mouth wanders to my ear. “Tell him I’m sorry,” he whispers, his voice steeped in raw agony. Abruptly, he lets me go, not looking at either of us as he walks out of the room with Saint and Galen.
CHAPTER 41
Theo
BLOOD POUNDS IN my head, and my skin itches with an almost incessant need to crawl from this shell and inhabit a different body. I didn’t think it was possible to feel so lost and so together at the same time. To battle heart-soaring happiness, soul-crushing pain, and mind-skewing panic as if they are three parts of the same whole. But that’s how I feel in this moment. Powerful emotion crashes into me from all sides, battering me relentlessly, like an angry wave ravishing everything in its path, hell-bent on destruction, just taking and taking, until it feels like I’m drowning.
“Theo.” The bed dips as Lo joins me. “The others are gone. It’s just us.” Her silky, sultry voice swaddles me like a comfort blanket. “Please talk to me.”
Unshed tears stab the backs of my eyes, and my chest heaves as intense emotion presses down on me, constricting my airwaves, making breathing difficult. Lo places her hand gently on my arm, and that soft touch breaks the fragile walls around my heart, unravelling me. I fall apart as sobs wrack my chest, and my entire body trembles with a host of conflicting emotions.
“Oh, Theo.” Banding her arms around me, she holds me tight as I expunge years of pent-up longing, fear, and self-loathing.