Page 88 of Breaker

All of them.

But I have our Little Red, right here, and I’m going to make sure she’s taken care of. Even if I have to do it from afar.

Cora shifts, her ass pressing to my morning wood. The ache in my balls becomes harder to ignore. I didn’t touch her last night. But in her sleep, her body gravitated to mine, and I wrapped her in my arms. When I woke up it was with her ass to my cock, my entire body engulfing hers. She’s so small. So fiery. So absolutely breathtaking.

When she shoots back into me again, I growl into her hair and flip her onto her back, moving over her. The late morning light bleeds through the blinds across the room, casting longlines of pale yellow over her pretty face. Her stark green eyes blink open, and she smiles.

I swear to god, my heart stops.

I lean back, kneeling between her thighs, drinking the sight of her. Red hair set aflame in the morning light, fanned out over the pillow like rivers of lava. Eyes sparking like emeralds. Skin fair and dotted with her perfect little freckles, cheeks flushed from sleep. And desire.

I reach for my phone on the side table and snap a picture.

“What are you doing?” she asks, voice husky from sleep, thighs falling open as I shift between her legs.

“Sending them a picture.”

The corner of her mouth lifts. My phone is forgotten. I toss it aside and lean over her, bracketing my arms on either side of her head. Her hips tilt toward me, and my cock pushes against my zipper. I slept fully clothed, not bothering to change from my slacks and white undershirt.

Cora’s eyes roam all over me freely. Taking in the sight of my body, my face. Seeing me for the first time in daylight. I can’t help but wonder what I need to do to make sure she wakes up every day in bed with me.

Me. Viper. Striker. Delilah. Reaper.

Shit. This is going to be a problem.

“Let me see them,” Cora says, running her hands up my arms.

I let the thoughts go, knowing we need to worry about seeing this through before I start thinking too far ahead. I glance down at the black tattoos lining my biceps. Reaching behind me, I pull the T-shirt off.

“Holy shit,” she whispers, scooting to a sitting position to slide her warm little hands all over my chest. She’s got that hungry look that matches exactly how I feel. Ravenous. “You’re covered in tattoos.”

Glancing down at where her hands trace the inked lines, I can’t help but smile at the obvious appreciation in her voice. Viper used to try to hide it. Years ago, after that night with him, he doesn’t bother, not when we’re alone. Why he tries to when we’re around Reaper or Striker I’m not sure. Neither one of them would judge, they never have. If anything, Reaper is the one who instigated that night by telling Viper to take ahold of my hard cock and guide it to the woman we were with.

He knows us all so well.

I’ve missed Viper’s touch, but having Cora’s small hands roaming over me, tracing inked lines, feeling the shape of my chest, and abs feels like absolute heaven.

I didn’t realize how starved for touch I’ve been.

“Striker has this too,” she says, tracing the first skull on my peck then moving to the next. “He has it on his back and Reaper has them on his knuckles.” Her eyes dart up to meet mine. “And this last one. The fifth.” She traces the slash over the last skull. “It’s to represent the loss of your brother.”

My chest constricts.

“You love them,” she says. “Really love them.”

“I do,” I say. “I love everything about them.”

“Tell me what that’s like. To own so many hearts.”

I huff out a laugh. Doesn’t she know? The weeks we spent trying desperately not to care for them proved how much we craved her. Want her.

How easily she took hold of our hearts.

Coral leans back on her elbows, eyes still tracing the ink on my skin. “My mother hated me. My father didn’t care enough to intervene. Rune despises me because of her. I think the only person who loves me is Delly.”

My response is a gruff sound. Because holy fuck I almost opened my mouth and told her that I’ve loved everything about her for the last four years. Ever since I first saw her in the parkwith her yellow sundress and Care Bear hat. That Reaper adores her. I see it in the way he touches her and lets her touch him when he won’t even let us. Striker is equally enthralled with her as he is Delly, and Viper.

Viper iscrazed. So taken with our girls, I think he’s the reason Reaper started to view them more as women than targets over the years. More than our revenge.

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