Page 41 of Torn Souls

“What is for dinner?” The question is muffled as Baker buries his face in the crook of Oaklynn’s neck.

“It’s just spaghetti,” she says with a hint of nervousness in her voice. “It’s not nearly as fancy as what Maxim cooked last night, but I wanted to do something for all of you.”

“You don’t need to do that,” I insist. “Having you here is enough for all of us.”

“He’s right,” Maxim backs me up.

The smile Oaklynn gives us is sweet with a side of indulgent. “I like cooking, but I’m not very good at it. I wasn’t allowed to cook at home because my father had a chef. It’s kind of ironic considering that he wanted to sell me off to be a wife. Doesn’t that mean I should just be barefoot and pregnant in the kitchen?”

The thought of her being pregnant, in any room in the house, has my cock hardening so quick that I feel a little dizzy. When I look over at Maxim, he’s smirking as if he can read my mind.

I’m sure if I were to bring it up to the guys, they would try and compete over who can knock her up first. Not that it’ll matter, any kids she gives us will be all of ours.

“How can I help, little bee?”

Oaklynn leans back into Baker, her body relaxed, as she gives me a shy smile. “We just need to plate up and we can eat.”

We all move together, working on grabbing plates, dishing up spaghetti, pouring wine, and taking the salad over to the table. The moment we all sit down together, it’s as if we take a collective breath. It’s cleansing.

“Even though there may be days that we can’t all have dinner together, I want to do it as often as possible,” I tell my family.

My family.

That’s exactly what we are. I’ll kill anyone who tries to take this away from me, from us.

The topics of conversation are light as we eat together. The peace that settles around us won’t last forever, we all know it, but for now we soak it up. Maxim even drops his lackadaisical attitude and becomes more like the boy I remember him being.

When I can’t handle it anymore and we’re done eating, I stand up and scoop Oaklynn up and hold her against my chest. Her arms wrap around my neck as she gasps in surprise.

“What are you doing?”

I chuckle and look around the table, giving a chin lift knowing they’ll take care of the dishes. My feet move quickly as I head toward the stairs and then toward my room.

“I’m stealing you away because I need you,Solnishko,” my voice is husky and filled with need.

“What about the dishes?”

“They can clean up and it wouldn’t be for you to do since you cooked,” I point out.

When she burrows deeper into my hold, I move faster, needing her in my bed so I can sink inside of her. I already know that her tight channel is going to feel so fucking good wrapped around me.

I kick the door of my room open with my foot and step inside. When I slide her down my front, I’m sure she can feel every hard inch of me.

Even though I’m usually so controlled, frantic need takes over and I strip the both of us. I need to feel the burn of her skin against mine. When I yank her against me, a long, low moan comes from deep in her chest.

Oaklynn steps back away from me and I follow her, closing every inch she makes for herself. The back of her knees hit the bed, and she sits down on the edge of it slowly. Her grabby hands and the way she licks her lips has me stepping even closer.

I almost come when she leans forward and swipes her tongue over the crown of my cock, collecting the pre-cum there. The moan she lets out is delicious. I want to hear her pleasure and the fact that she’s not holding back makes my cock twitch.

“Fuck,” I grit out through my teeth. “I already know your mouth is going to ruin me.”

She grins up at me before swirling her tongue around my cock before using the tip of it to tease along the veins pumping up my length. My fingers dive into her hair and I wrench her head backward, needing to see her eyes.

“As much as I want to fuck your face, I need to bury myself inside your sweet cunt. I haven’t been able to think of anything else since the moment I saw you at the restaurant. It’s been the sweetest torture, but I’m done denying myself.”

I don’t wait for her to respond; I don’t need her to. The way her eyes sparkle with need and desire is more than enough to tell me that she wants this just as much as I do.

When I reach down and grip her underneath her arms, I toss her farther back on the bed and her tinkling laughter fills the room. Knowing she’s not afraid of me, that she doesn’t want to run, has my control slipping.

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