Page 86 of Ours to Keep

“I want you to come wrapped around my cock.”

I release him, shuffling backwards and laying down. Raising my arms above my head, I wrap my fingers around the slats of the headboard.

He looks at me in wonder. “Are you sure?” he asks, reaching for the robe tie.

“I am,” I reply, holding his gaze. “As long as you are?” Because as much as I’m burning from the inside out for him to fill me up, I’d never want it at the expense of his well-being. I don’t claim to understand how this is for him, but I can empathise with how monumental it must be.

Instead of answering me, he moves to my hands and ties them with the robe tie. Allowing him the semblance of control I know he needs. Even though I could easily free my wrists if needed, but I won’t.

His breathing accelerates as he moves between my splayed thighs. His eyes pinch closed before he lets out a deep breath. His long lashes flutter as he takes himself in his hand. I can see the slight tremble, and my first reaction is to reach out and offer him comfort.

Shaking his head, he sits back on his heels. “Fuck, I don’t have any protection,” he admits, and I see the frustration lining his features.

“It’s okay, you can still, you know.” I flick my eyes to his groin. “I’ve only been with the others, and I know they’d never put me at risk. Not like that.” But as soon as the words leave my lips, my eyes fall closed and I turn my face away. That sounded wrong even to my ears because what if my being with them, too, makes him think less of me?

His palm cups my cheek, and I can feel a slight tremble. “Lily, will you look at me?”

Inhaling a deep breath, I turn into his touch and open my eyes.

“I can’t think of anything I want more than to take you bare. But not at the risk of getting you pregnant.”

I swallow. “I have the implant... if it doesn’t bother you, me being with them…” I trail off.

He smiles a genuine, soft smile. “Those men are likebrothers to me, Lily. We all care about you, and honestly, I wouldn’t deny them any more than they would deny me. If you’re okay with this thing between all of us, then I assure you we are, too.”

I chew on my bottom lip, mulling over his words. “Have you—” I clear my throat. “Have you all talked about me?” I wonder out loud.

“Not in so many words, no. It’s more of an understanding.”

I nod because it’s not like I spoke to them either, but I do know they were okay with whatever this is transpiring between us. Part of me hates I didn’t admit how I felt about them before they left.

“It’s a lot to process,” I admit. “But right now, I do know that I want you.”

He leans down and kisses the tip of my nose.

“Good, because you’re the only one who has remotely evoked any sort of reaction from me, Lily. But you have to know it’s deeper than just a physical reaction. You make me want to be brave and confront my fears.”

Wow, what do I even say to this beautiful man who thinks he’s broken, openly admitting the most vulnerable parts of himself.

His lips meet mine as he chases his words with a kiss that leaves me breathless and squirming beneath him.

He pulls back, his eyes locked on mine, as he reaches between us, his erection teasing my folds.

I watch a war of emotions play out across his face as he slowly begins to enter me, and even though I’m wet and I want this, it doesn’t stop me from tensing. He’s thick, really fucking thick. He stills, giving me time to accommodate him before he continues.

“Fuck, Lily, I’m not even all the way in yet, and I already know I never want to leave.”

I preen at his praise, loving the way he talks to me. Hecontinues edging inside me until he bottoms out with a deep-seated moan, one that vibrates straight to my core.

He waits before pulling out and slowly thrusting back in. He continues this a few times, allowing me to get used to his size, and with each subtle punch of his hips, I melt beneath him, my body moulding to his.

Tommy might not have a ladder of piercings like Jackson, but damn, he still feels amazing. The fact he hasn’t done it for a while doesn’t take away from his underlying experience, reading my body like a poet.He continues to hit me in that spot deep inside, the one that has my core clenching and my back arching.

He moves a hand to the back of my thigh. “Wrap your legs around my waist,” he instructs, his hand moving under my knee as he urges it higher. I do as he asks and lock my ankles as he sits back on his knees before gripping my hips.

“Oh, shit,” I sigh, the move changing the angle, allowing him to go even deeper. It brings tears to my eyes.

I wish I could touch him and feel his muscles beneath my fingertips as he continues to hit me with a precision that would put an archer to shame.

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