“You good, babe?” I rasp.
“Soooo good.”
Pulling out slightly, I fight my body's urge to claim her. To take her hard and fast and all the other ways it demands I make this woman ours. I push back in slowly. Pull out, push in. It’s fucking torture. “Thad,” I grunt, my need once again becoming an inferno in my blood. If he doesn’t get himself inside her soon, he’s going to be on his own.
The second his body comes up behind hers, our connection comes alive again and their combined thoughts flow through me.
God, this feels sooooo good.
I can’t wait to be inside her.
Her body tenses as he slowly enters her tight ass. A blow by blow description of everything he’s feeling flooding my mind. Tight. Warm. Fucking amazing. Don’t come. Almost there. Don’t. Come.
I grit my teeth, my hands gripping her ass so hard I’m scared I’m hurting her.
You’re not...hurting me, she responds through the connection, shocking me. Where Thad’s presence rushes through my subconscious with all the grace of a bull, hers slinks in, stroking along my senses. It feels...impossibly good. I feel...full. Oh god!
I pull back, her heavy-lidded eyes meeting mine, and kiss her. Distracting her with my mouth, my tongue darting in and out, making my dick jealous as it sits wrapped in her heat, unable to move until my dipshit brother settles himself inside her.
When they both sigh, we all stand there for what seems like hours but is mere seconds as we take in the feeling of being connected in the most intimate way possible.
So help me god, if one of you doesn’t start to move, I’m going to scream, and we definitely don’t want that. The cockblockers will ruin all of our fun.
You heard our woman. Thad grins over her shoulder before he pulls back and thrusts in. Hard. Luckily, I anticipated this and sealed my lips over hers, because she screams, one born of shock and pleasure, and I swallow it up.
Holy shit! Again! she begs once she’s caught her breath.
He obliges. Then it’s my turn. I pull out and thrust back in, her pussy already fluttering around my cock. And I know I’m doomed.
Fuck! I groan out across the connection.
Double fuck! Fate replies. Even her internal voice is hoarse now.
Don’t you two fucking go without me, Thad grunts out as he picks up the pace. We find our rhythm then. Both of us fuck into her tight holes in tandem, her arms wrapped around me so tightly that I can barely breathe, but I don’t give a damn.
Oh god, I’m going to… She doesn’t even finish the sentence before her entire body goes taut, squeezing my dick so damn tightly that for a second it’s almost painful, and then as it begins to flutter with aftershocks, I glance in the mirror and see the three of us, moving together like we’ve done this a million times before. Suddenly, the scene shifts, and I watch the three of us together in a different time, different place. The black lace dress on the floor is familiar, matching the vision I had of her at Paula and Frank’s house. We’re moving in sync, the images slowly overlapping each other. The sight is so damn erotic that my rigid grip on my control snaps as the past fades and all that’s left is the present. I let go and lose myself inside her just as Thad’s forehead drops to her shoulder with a groan.
And we stay like that, the three of us basking in our connection, coming down off the high together, and nothing has felt so right in my entire life...or what I can remember of it anyways. My soul is sated, along with my body, at least for the moment.
There’s an uncertainty plaguing us, our past knocking at our door, but I know that together, we can take on anything that comes our way. Sharing a look at my twin over Fate’s shoulder, I know that we will do whatever it takes to keep our woman safe.
They must think I’m blind, deaf, and stupid. Asshats should know better by now.
With Levi, Thad, and Fate gone, my attention is divided as Mack continues his deep discussion with Destiny, bouncing theories back and forth and asking questions about the limitations of the communication and tracking functionality. I’m listening, but my thoughts are also on the one woman I seem to piss off by simply existing.
On one hand, I know we share a deep, unbreakable connection. That’s the only way to explain the fact that we’ve managed to find each other in two different lifetimes. When I look in her gorgeous gray eyes, I can see the depth of her feelings for me. On the other, well, maybe these last fifty years have turned me into an insecure shell of a man because I can’t quite squash the need to protect her, which brings about an almost irrational desire to lock her up and throw away the key. Then the doubt creeps in. Will she stick around and put up with my crazy ass if I can’t get this under control? I’m supposed to be her right hand, the one she can rely on when things go sideways. I’m not her keeper. I just need my brain to get with the program.
I’m not sure how all of the other guys are reconciling our past lives with our current existence, but for me, it’s a constant struggle. A balancing act, really, between what I know to be true and what my current feelings are dictating I do. Did I always have this bit of self-doubt, one that is sometimes so strong that fear and worry get the jump on me and I’m spouting shit and acting before my brain can override the new brand of crazy that has become my norm.
Releasing the breath I hadn’t even realized I was holding and silently berating myself for having gone into my own internal dialogue for way too long, my gaze scans the room. Mack is saying his goodbyes to Destiny, and I’m shocked that I have absolutely no idea what the last half of their conversation entailed. Knox is next to him, and as soon as Reggie closes the connection, they dive into their own little huddle that I suppose I should be worried about as they walk just outside the study doors. Scattered thoughts seep through.
Book.
Tennessee.
Is it still there?
My eyes narrow. What are they keeping from me?
Before I can interrupt their little powwow, Reggie pops up next to me. What the fuck? I really need to get my head out of my own ass.
“You’ve got a strange look on your face, Ass-Cole.”
Rolling my eyes at the impertinent assistant, I head over and grab a glass of whiskey from the bottle Levi oh-so-helpfully left on the desk then make my way back to the sofa. The leather creaks as I sit.
“I don’t know what you mean,” I finally respond, my eyes meeting her unblinking stare.
Her head tilts as she studies me. “You look...unsure? And I’m not sure I like that expression on you.”
“I’m not unsure. I’m...contemplative. There’s a difference. In fact, maybe you should go and check on your boss since she seems to be the one who’s unsure.”
The second that last word leaves my mouth, I can’t hide my grimace. I sound like a fucking whiny teenage boy. Fuck. My. Life. Maybe the ridiculousness of that statement will be lost on the spirit who’s been isolated for the last hundred years. Then I see the look on her hazy face. Nope. She caught every single nuance of what I said.
Instead of the sarcastic retort I expect, her eyes get serious and she takes a seat facing me. I still find it odd that she doesn’t just sink right into the sofa, but when I asked Fate about it, her only response was, “Never look a gift horse in the mouth.” I smile at the memory as I take another sip of the whiskey, warming me from the inside out.