Page 68 of Chaos Luck Wrath

He took his time as he slid himself into her, basking in the feel of the slow stretch of her walls around his thick cock.

Layne moaned out at the gradual entry into her body, the pleasurable sensation being drawn out. Her hands ran over his shoulders onto his upper back as she held him close.

“Mmm, yes, Joey,” her sweet sounds were made on the cusp of each of her breaths.

Continuing at the same pace, he pulled back out so the rounded head of his cock nearly popped free from her entrance. Then, he sank himself back into her.

Meanwhile, his face pressed against the side of her neck, inhaling the scent of rain-kissed daisies on her skin. He needed to be as physically close to her as possible while cherishing all of her body. Her breasts were pressed up against his chest, allowing him to feel the rise and fall of her lungs seeking out oxygen while her heart pounded just beneath the surface.

Each movement of his hips built a slow burn of sensations inside her body. Layne’s hips matched his movements, ensuring he was buried far into her at the base of every thrust.

Hooking her ankles behind him, she began to lose control of the sounds she was making. Each push of his cock into her had a deep spark growing with intensity inside her lower stomach that threatened to burn her alive.

Looking up into his eyes she gasped for air after a long moan. “I love you. So much. Always and forever will never be enough time with you, Joey.” Her hands never wanted to let him go.

He groaned, feeling the tight space of her pussy begin to bear down around him. “Layney…I’ll always need to feel this way with you.” Joey’s words were rushed out at the end as his hips began to falter in their relaxed rhythm. His dick now rocked into her quicker and with more force.

Her fingernails dug into his back as she shuddered and it felt like an eternity left on the cliff of her release. Then, there was nothing but a flood of warmth and a spike of sudden ecstasy as she cried out. Layne came hard, her body latching onto him as she surrendered to the carnally induced high.

Despite the way her cunt squeezed him tightly, refusing to let go, Joey kept rolling his hips into her fighting the resistance. With an eager growl and several more thrusts, he felt the electricity ricocheting down his spine. Every inch of him pulsed as his cum was unleashed deep inside her, all too quickly filling up the home his cock had made for itself.

He continued to love all of her for several more rounds until Joey had Layne passed out contently in his arms as he lay there with her on the floor of the living room. Both of them were covered in each other’s sweat and bodily fluids, and most importantly their love for one another stained their souls.

Joey eventually carried Layne upstairs to their bedroom, tenderly tucking her into their bed. Making her understand the depth of his love had been his top priority. Now, it was onto the next—blowing her fuckin’ asshole brother to kingdom come.

Chapter Twenty-Eight

BURN

“Layne,” Gage shook her shoulder.

She mumbled something incoherent as she began to rouse from her slumber.

“Baby, wake up,” his voice sounded urgent.

Layne finally rolled onto her back in bed, her body getting even more tangled in the sheets. “What is it?”

Gage hated that he was going to have to wake her for this, but he had waited long enough that his gut was at the bottom of the pit of despair somewhere.

He laid it on her, “Joey isn’t back home yet.”

Without coffee having her running on all cylinders, there was a little bit of lag as her brain began to process his words. She turned her head to the side to see the clock on the nightstand showing it was shortly after ten in the morning.

The instant everything came together she pushed herself up onto her elbows. “What?”

Fighting with the sheets tangled around her, she scrambled over to the side of the bed where her phone rested on its charger, pulling it from the cradle to scroll through any and all messages. Nothing from Joey.

Trying to grasp the seriousness of the situation she asked Gage, “He hasn’t called you?” Layne glanced over at him as she tried to avoid jumping to any conclusions. Internally, she was panicking like fuck.

He just shook his head as he looked at her apologetically, wishing he had a better response for her. There wasn’t anything he hadn’t already tried to eliminate as a reason for his brother having not made it back home after leaving to go set Liam’s potential demise.

“Fuck.” Layne scooted out of bed and grabbed one of the guys’ spare shirts, yanking it down over her head. These days it was difficult to tell which tee belonged to which of her men, not unless they had worn it and it held either the scent of toasted vanilla of Gage or the musky leather and sage of Joey.

She dialed Joey’s number as she stepped over to the window, peering outside as she waited for him to answer. Her fingernail lightly tapped against the pane as her nerves began to fray.

Ring. Ring. Ring. ‘The number you are trying to reach is currently unavailable, please leave a message after the tone.’

Layne hung up and redialed his number. Her eyes scanned the snowy landscape of a frigid February day just outside. Perhaps his car got stuck? The Challenger was shit in the snow. A million thoughts filled her mind as she hardly paid attention to the unanswered rings in her ear.

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