Page 43 of Magnus
Magnus had woken her again during the night, his head between her thighs as he sucked and licked her to climax after climax before she had once again begged to have his cock inside her.
She didn’t even feel embarrassed about that begging but was instead looking forward to the next time the two of them made love.
“Hm,” Magnus murmured when he saw her dilemma. “Maybe the beard has to go?—”
“Don’t you dare,” Sapphie stated fiercely. “I like the extra burn against my skin,” she admitted when he raised a questioning eyebrow. Her cheeks felt fiery hot.
He grinned. “Then the beard stays. But maybe I’ll trim it a little so that it doesn’t cause as much damage next time.” He sobered. “I’m really sorry about the way my brothers just keep inviting themselves up to my apartment. It isn’t something they usually do.”
Sapphie was too happy about Magnus saying “next time” to continue being too alarmed. “The three of you are obviously close. I like that.”
Of course she did,Magnus chided himself. Because Sapphie had never had that closeness with her own family. Or her now-dead husband’s family.
“Can I borrow one of your T-shirts?” she prompted, obviously still not completely over her shyness enough to be able to stand naked in front of him. “I don’t want to go out there doing the equivalent of the walk of shame by wearing yesterday’s clothes.”
Magnus got out of bed and moved across the room so quickly that Sapphie looked visibly startled to find him standing in front of her. His hand beneath her chin lifted it so that she had no choice but to look directly at him. “There will be no walks of shame here,” he rasped. “We’re together, in a committed relationship, not a one-night stand.”
Her eyes widened. “We are?”
“Too damn right we are,” he bit out, kissing her hard before releasing her to open the top drawer of his dresser. He took out a black T-shirt—mainly because black was all he had—and handed it to her. “You’ll find a robe hanging on the back of the bathroom door.” His T-shirt might be like a small tent on her, and it reached almost to her knees once she’d pulled it on, but he still wasn’t happy with his brothers seeing her wearing only his T-shirt.
Sapphie rushed to collect the robe, pulling it on as she opened the bedroom door.
“Make sure to wrap that around yourself twice and tie the belt tightly about your waist,” Magnus called out.
She turned to give him a mischievous grin before hurrying from the room, muttering a greeting to Linus as he still stood outside in the hallway.
Linus gave a pained wince as he strolled into the bedroom. “Could you at least cover up your hairy arse before I go blind?”
“Jealousy isn’t a good look on you,” Magnus taunted as he took out some boxers from the second drawer of the dresser and pulled them on before straightening. “What’s the important news?”
“I think we should wait so we can share it with Sapphie too.”
He scowled. “As long as it’s good news.”
“Protective much, bro?”
“Protective very much, yes.”
Linus grinned. “I don’t think Fergus believed me when I told him how smitten you are.”
“Smitten?” Magnus mocked as he pulled on and fastened his jeans before taking out another black T-shirt and pulling that one over his head. “That’s an old-fashioned word.”
Linus’s grin widened. “It’s an old-fashioned type of love.”
“What does that mean?” he prompted irritably, running his fingers through his hair rather than brushing it.
“The steadfast, lifelong type of love. Marriage. Babies,” Linus explained as they left the bedroom. “I’m so fucking pleased for you, I could do a little jig to celebrate.”
“Please don’t.” Magnus affected a wince. “And don’t start doing any sort of celebrating just yet. You might put a jinx on it.”
“What sort of jinx?”
“I don’t know how permanent Sapphie views our relationship as being yet.”
Linus shook his head as he chuckled. “Sapphiewouldn’t have risked Angel finding her in bed with you this morning if she wasn’t already in love with you too.”
“You think?”
