Page 53 of Breeding Justice

“You good?” Hassan asked me quietly, his hand brushing my lower back.

I nodded, offering him a small smile. “Yeah. Let’s just… move on.”

“Move on to what?” Skylar asked, his tone loaded with implication. “We’ve still got time before the big mission. Might as well make the most of it.”

“Skylar,” Zane warned, but this time, there was a flicker of something in his tone—curiosity, maybe.

“Come on,” Skylar continued, his grin wicked now as his eyes flicked between all of us. “What better way to blow off steam? We’re all thinking it.”

Hassan’s jaw tightened, his hand still resting on my back as he glanced at me, his hazel eyes searching mine. I felt the tension in the room shift, the charged undercurrent that had always been there rising to the surface.

“Don’t act so scandalized,” Skylar added, leaning forward now, his sharp features illuminated by the glow of the baby monitor. “It wouldn’t be the first time, would it?”

Bash shifted, his stance relaxing slightly as his dark eyes flicked to me. “You sure you’re up for this?” he asked, his voice low and steady. “I normally would be, but you’ve been shot…”

I swallowed hard, my pulse quickening as I looked around the room—at Skylar’s teasing smirk, Zane’s steady calm, Bash’s quiet intensity, and Hassan’s warm, grounding presence.

Was I up for this? I was in pain, but I wanted them. No, I needed them.

“Yes,” I said, my voice firm despite the storm of emotions swirling inside me. “I am.”

Skylar’s grin stretched wider, triumphant. “There’s my girl,” he said, his tone both teasing and admiring. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “So, who’s making the first move? Or should we flip a coin?”

“Skylar,” Zane said, his voice sharp enough to quiet the room for a moment. His hazel eyes locked on mine, searching, steadying. “You’re sure, Justice? No pressure.”

I met his gaze, letting the warmth and calm of his presence settle me. “I’m sure,” I said again, softer this time. “I want this.”

Hassan’s hand slid to my hip, a protective, grounding touch. He leaned in close, his voice a low murmur just for me. “If you’re not feeling up to it, just say the word. You’ve been through enough already.”

“I’ll tell you if I can’t handle it,” I replied, turning my head slightly to meet his gaze. My hand brushed against his wrist, squeezing gently. “But I want this. I want all of you.”

Hassan nodded, his fingers tightening on my hip for a moment before he released me. His eyes flicked to Bash, then to Zane, a silent question passing between them.

Bash let out a soft sigh, his shoulders relaxing as he stepped closer, his dark gaze intense. “Alright,” he said, his voice low and measured. “If this is what you want, we’ll give it to you.”

“Don’t sound so solemn, Bash,” Skylar chimed in, standing and sauntering toward us with an easy confidence. “This is supposed to be fun, remember? And God knows we could all use a little of that right now.”

He stopped in front of me, his sharp blue eyes dancing with mischief as he reached out to brush a strand of hair from my face. “You trust us, love?”

I nodded, my breath hitching as his fingers grazed my cheek.

“Good,” he said softly, his grin softening into something more sincere. “Then let’s make you feel good.”

Skylar leaned in, his lips brushing against mine in a kiss that started teasing and playful but quickly deepened, his hand sliding to the back of my neck to hold me close. My hands found his chest, my fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt as I lost myself in the warmth of his kiss.

Behind me, I felt Hassan’s hands on my hips again, steady and strong, grounding me as Skylar pulled me further into the moment.

When Skylar finally pulled back, his lips curved into a smirk, Bash stepped forward, his larger frame looming beside us. He cupped my chin, tilting my head to meet his gaze. The raw intensity in his dark eyes made my heart race, and when his lips met mine, it was slower, deeper, a kiss that felt like a promise.

I melted into him, my hands sliding up to grip his shoulders. His hands framed my face, his thumbs brushing over my cheeks as he kissed me like he had all the time in the world, like this moment wasn’t borrowed time stolen from the chaos waiting just outside.

When Bash broke the kiss, I turned to find Zane standing just behind him, his expression softer, quieter, but no less intent. Hestepped closer, his hands finding my waist as he leaned in, his lips capturing mine in a kiss that was gentle but insistent, pulling me under his calm, steady control.

I felt the weight of their attention, the way their touches and gazes wrapped around me, grounding me even as the heat between us rose.

Hassan’s voice cut through the haze, low and commanding. “Come here, doll,” he said, his hands guiding me toward the couch again.

I sank onto the cushions, the world narrowing to the four of them around me, each of them focused entirely on me.

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