Page 245 of Heartless Legacy

“Good.” I pant, rolling my hips against Finn’s hand and Holden’s fingers.

“I don’t need to.”

“No, you don’t.Mmm. Our relationship works fine, just the way. It. Is.” I slip one arm around his neck and use him and Wolfe for leverage, as I raise and lower myself on Holden’s fingers.

“Why waste time with an engagement when I can just forge your signature on a marriage license?”

I stop moving and push against his shoulder. “Wolfe, put me down. I’m not having this conversation mid orgasm again.”

Finn releases the ear lobe he’s sucking on and backs away as Wolfe lowers me until my feet touch the floor. I walk over to the couch to retrieve my clothes. “Who’s arguing?” Holden asks. “Last year, you agreed to a relationship with all of us.”

“That was when you wanted to make sure you all stayed on equal footing as the Trium. Not to be a bitch or anything, buttechnically,you three aren’t a Trium anymore.”

“We’re still recognized as our generation’s Trium. Nobody’s gonna challenge us for that position.”

I inspect my fingernails and Finn barks out a laugh. “Not even you, Pet. We might form a quad now, but Pax, Holden and I will always be a Trium, because it’s about more than the title for us. It’s our friendship and our bond.”

Finn and Holden join me in front of the couch, boxing me in like they always do. Holden strokes his thumb along my throat as Finn drags the flat blade of his knife across my cheek and says, “I get it. You want a clean start. Let’s forget all about that contract from last year.”

“Yes. Let’s. Thank you, Number Three.”

Holden adds, “You don’t want to be engaged? Fine. We won’t be. We can skip straight to the part where I call you my wife and pierce your clit to commemorate it.” His free hand palms my pussy. “I can’t wait to see how much more sensitive it’ll be with a piercing.”

“I don’t suggest you call me that if you want me to answer you. I don’t even want to be associated with that word. Not even in the context of a joke. I’m too young to be thinking about the M word. I’ve been planning my life out since I was ten, and my immediate future doesn’t include me becoming a Canyon Falls wife or popping out babies.”

There are two cocks touching me. Both of them twitch when I say the word baby. “Guys, are you listening to me?”

Holden’s fingers have made their way back inside me. As he teases my opening, he says, “You’re engaged to Deacon and wear his engagement ring.”

“It’s not an engagement ring. There was no getting on bended knee and proposing. He gave it to me as a symbol of our agreement that we’re committed to each other. I love it, and I’m wearing it on a chain around my neck, until I get the tattoo he drew for me. Wolfe knows I’m not ready for marriage and babies, and he won’t have the pressure of creating the next generation of legacy heirs like you three will, hanging over his head.”

Finn’s kissing the back of my neck and grinding against my ass, when he says, “Lemme see if I got this straight. You like his symbol of his commitment to you?”

“Yes.”

“And as long as he doesn’t expect you to put your life on hold and supports you running off doing whatever shit you're gonna be doing -even if it takes you far away, or is dangerous- you’re happy to wear this symbol of commitment?”

“Yes, but I’ll support him, too. Sometimes our plans and opinions will match up, and sometimes they won’t. But we’re not gonna just throw in the towel cause it’s hard. That’s what the ring is about.Andhe’s phenomenal in bed. I’d be crazy to give some other woman a chance to snatch him up.” Looking over to where Wolfe’s standing, I say, “Speaking of beds. Weren’t you taking me to one?”

Pax walks around us and takes a seat on the couch. He’s been quiet this whole time. “What about you Pax? You got anything to say?”

“Nope.”

“What about before we got into this ridiculous conversation about marriage? Were you gonna just sit and watch us?”

He eye fucks me, but doesn’t answer. Pax has been keeping his distance since I rescued him from Lazarro. We hang out and spar, and we kissa lot. Like two people just learning how cool making out is; but whenever things get heated, he pulls back, saying I need to heal.

I give him just as much shit as I always have, but I realize he’s trying to make up for what his father did, even though it’s not his responsibility. I’m healing, but Pax needs to heal too, and if we’re doing this, then that means no sitting on the sidelines. I bend down to pick up my shirt. “If we’re christening the house, that means it’s a team effort, and in this team, there is no sitting around stroking your beautiful cock, while everyone else does the heavy lifting.”

Wolfe scoops me up before I can get my shirt back on. “You feel pretty light to me, and yes, I’m supposed to be taking you to bed,” he says as he carries me upstairs.

He kicks the door to the master bedroom open and tosses me onto the bed. I giggle as I bounce, my tits flopping around a little. In the next breath, he’s on the bed next to me, flipping me around, so his crotch is in my face, my pussy in his. Fingering my hole, he says, “I think I’ll have a snack while they’re downstairs figuring out how to process their thoughts and feelings, like grownups.”

“Good idea.” I moan, pressing against his face. “No room for pouting or bullying in my bed.”

“I don’t know about that last part. I’m gonna bully your pussy into making a mess in a few minutes.”

Lifting his hips, he says, “Now be a good girl and suck me dry.”

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