Page 213 of Tangled in Knots

Shaw takes his leave, and for the next hour, I let myself get lost in the walk through of my house.

The large, open kitchen and island makes me dream of breakfast with kids and homework being done, and the basketball court makes me drool as I imagine all the man candy I’ll be watching, while my men play.

There’s so much potential in this house, but I am most excited about the attic and my nest. It’s large enough for us all, while private enough that I can hide when I need to.

“I can see a reading nook for you on the other side of your nest,” Morris murmurs in my ear as we gaze inside of the attic.

That’s the other thing. It’s large enough that I can divide the attic in half. There’s more than enough space for a reading nook on the other side of it, and even an audio recording studio built into a corner. The possibilities are absolutely endless.

“I would love that,” I say with a smile. “Is it silly to be this happy over a house when I may not even get to enjoy it?”

Dying is something that’s been taking up my thoughts lately. I push them away before Damon can notice, but it’s a concern. Rock could just decide to slit my throat and be done with it, walk away as I bleed out…

“Adira,” Morris barks. “Whatever is in your head isn’t going to happen. All I can feel is this heavy, dark cloud. You’re getting too good at hiding your thoughts, baby. Make plans to stay with us.”

Us.That’s part of what this house is about. Making a home together, accepting that I need them in my life. They quiet some of the rage that’s been awakened in me now that I know how terrible the world can be.

“Okay,” I breathe, wrapping my arms around his waist.

“Fuck it,” he mutters, grabbing handfuls of my ass to lift me up. My legs naturally cross at the base of his back, a koala hug as I gaze down at him.

Pressing me against the wall of the attic, he kisses me hard, grunting as I moan against his lips. His cock rocks over my pussy, stealing my breath as we breathe each other’s air.

The warmer weather means I can wear dresses with suspender tights, a blessing in disguise, since they’ve taken to ripping the crotch out of my tights for easy access. Kane bought these on a whim, deciding they were a better option.

Morris just looks amused, but never partakes typically. He’ll kiss me, tease me with his words during group activities, but this is new.

“What are you going to do with that very large present you have pressing against me?” I purr with a smirk.

Moaning, my head drops back as he rubs himself against my panty-covered slit. I can feel myself getting wet and I suddenly can’t think of anything better than christening my nest with Morris.

“I’m going to give you every inch of it, baby girl,” he grunts, his hand wrapping in the waist of my panties and tearing them off.

I would stop wearing them if it wasn’t so fucking messy.

“Promises, promises,” I whisper, gasping as his long fingers wrap around my throat.

“You with me, baby?” he asks, smirking as I nod. “Good girl.”

Holding me against the wall, he releases his cock from his jeans. He slides it over my slick pussy, growling under his breath as he watches my eyes roll.

I’m so turned on and emotional, I can tell it won’t take much for me to come.

His hazel eyes say so much as he gazes at me, the corded muscles of his arms on full display as he holds me effortlessly. His hand that pulled out his cock is now gripping my ass and hip, his teeth worrying at his gorgeous, full lips.

“Morris,” I breathe as his hand squeezes gently, his thumb rubbing my pulse. “Please.”

“Tell me you want me,” he rasps. I can see him worrying, feel the words “not enough” floating through my mind through our connection. I don’t usually get thoughts from him, since our bond is weak, but he’s practically screaming at me.

“Yes,” I say. “I want you.”

The release of his breath is so loud, I can see it in his entire body. I don’t need to say anything else, Morris allows his cock to slide into my channel, and I whine at the stretch.

“Are you okay?” he asks, his head resting on mine as he freezes. I’m impaled on his cock and I want more!

“Yes, please don’t stop, Morris,” I whine.

“By all means, give the girl more,” Kane purrs, leaning against the entrance to the attic. There’s a separate staircase to come up here, I’m not surprised someone came up to find us.

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