Page 244 of Heartless Legacy

“So I triggered a core memory, did I?”

“Several all at a once.” He says, pulling off his shirt, quickly followed by him shoving his sweatpants down.

I lick my lips, taking in all those cut muscles on his chest and abs. “Which one sticks out the most?”

“I’ll tell you while you’re riding me.” I hurry to remove my clothes like he asked, and climb onto his lap. “Go ahead, rub that pussy on me. Get yourself ready.”

I’m still on limited activities because of my gnarly stab wound, but I’m willing to risk opening my stitches for toe curling orgasms. I settle myself so his dick presses between my lower lips and slowly slide back and forth along its length while he teases my nipple with the tip of his tongue. His eyes are on mine, watching my reaction, always mindful that at any moment I might regress and have a panic attack.

When it happens, they all stop whatever they’re doing, completely removing their hands from my body until I’m in control again. Sometimes it happens when one of them is inside me. Last week, I bit down on Holden’s dick and he had to speed up his plan to get me to pass out so I’d release it. He wasn’t mad, because he still loves fucking me when I’m unconscious. He just opted to finish down my throat instead.

I thread my fingers through Wolfe’s hair, pulling him closer. He increases the suction on my nipple, while squeezing my other breast and strokes his thumb across that nipple. The alarm chirps, signaling it’s been deactivated. Seconds later, the front door opens.

“Oh, yes! Right on time.” Finn says, coming closer. Through squinted eyes, I see he’s leaving clothes in his wake. “I swear, I love the way you think, Deacon. You have the best welcome home gifts.” He leans down, kissing me on the shoulder. “Hey, Pet.”

“Hi, Finn. How was your errand?”

“Not nearly as exciting as what I’ve come home to, but it was something we needed to do.”

Holden takes a seat next to Wolfe and grips my neck, pulling me towards him for a kiss. I feel my brows shoot up. We haven’t done any group activities since that night in New York, and nobody mentioned it, so I considered it to be a one-off.

“Turn your brain off, Thea.” Holden chides, as he tightens his hold on the back of my neck.

I try, but it only lasts a minute. Wolfe pops me on the ass. “You heard what he said.” I wiggle, situating myself the way I was before Holden grabbed me, with my knees braced along the outside of Wolfe’s thighs. He readjusts his grip and stands with me in his arms.

Finn grabs my waist as we pass by, trying to pull me out of Wolfe’s arms. “Whoa, dude. You can’t just hog her.”

“I’m not hogging her. There are two extra bodies -which are considerably bigger than your scrawny ass- to account for, so spreading her out on the couch won’t work.”

“I’m fast and efficient with my blades, and big where it counts, which is why I’m Thea’s favorite fiancé.”

My what? Shaking my head so hard, my ponytail whips back and forth, I say, “We’re not engaged, Finn.”

“Yes, we are.”

“No. We’re not. You’ve never proposed. Every time you mention forever, it’s in the context of that damn contract, which I won’t be signing.”

He slips his hand between me and Wolfe and works his fingers downwards. I sigh, my eyes close as he touches me. “Remember that day we were in the tunnel?” He asks, drawing lazy circles on my throbbing clit.

“Yes.”

“It was fun, right? I had that finger vibe that I used on you.”

“So fun.” I agree. “You distracted me so I didn’t panic.”

“That’s right. We talked about how much I love you, and I asked you if you wanted a ring, and you said you preferred me on my knees using my mouth and fingers.”

His thumb brushes back and forth across my clit. It’s a whisper soft stroke and my clit tingles and throbs. I shift, seeking more friction. “I do. I’m never gonna say no to you licking my pussy.”

He chuckles darkly against my ear. “While I was down there, and you were ripping strands of hair out of my head, I asked for an answer to my proposal. You said yes and came all over my mouth.”

Wolfe readjusts his hold on me as I twist around to look at Finn. “I was saying yes to letting you make me cum.”

“I didn’t need your yes for that. It was happening either way.” He increases the pressure, rubbing in slow circles just the way I like, while Wolfe holds me in place. Another hand brushes the inside of my thigh, then a thick finger presses inside me. Moving in and out in lazy strokes. The hard press of metal, and a tongue, flicks against my nipple. Holden lifts his gaze to mine and smirks.

“Don’t you dare.” I warn. “Don’t even think about saying you’ve convinced yourself that you’ve somehow tricked me into an engagement.”

“I haven’t.”

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