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A shift has just occurred. One that is noticeable. One that is thrilling. One that is scary.
Power.
I have it.
They don’t.
Understanding Laura’s motives all too well, I shiver in the cold night air. “Can we go home now, please? All of us, to our home?” I ask this directly to Finn.
Our gaze meets and holds for a few seconds before he nods. “Yes.”
ChapterFifty-One
Bailey
It isthe early hours of the morning. All of us are too wired to sleep. We’ve been sitting here in front of the electric fire, lost in our own thoughts.
I’ve decided to forgive my father. I realize now what he was up against and what he was trying to protect me from. Laura’s betrayal will be sitting heavily on him, and I don’t wish that. I want everyone to be happy and to move forward with our lives.
The scent of arousal hangs in the air as we breathe heavily, our hearts pounding in time with the crackle of the fire. My head rests on Archer's chest as he caresses my hair while Owen's fingertips linger on my hip, tracing lazy circles on my skin. The warmth of the living flame fire radiates through us, creating a cozy atmosphere that belies the intensity of the moment.
I arch my back, pressing myself into Archer's touch and reveling in the delicious friction. Owen's breath quickens as I feel him shifting, his body draws closer to mine. His lips are so close our noses brush when I move, sending sparks of desire through my veins. I feel a thrill of anticipation as I await what is to come.
Beside us, Finn watches silently, the faintest hint of a smile playing across his lips. His presence lends an air of danger to the moment, his gaze is unwavering as he takes in the scene before him.
Archer's hands move lower, cupping my ass in his palms. I gasp as he squeezes, his touch sending a wave of pleasure through me. He slides his hands lower, his fingers teasing me, testing me. I moan, pressing my hips forward as he massages my inner thighs, my breath coming faster and my skin growing hotter by the second.
Owen follows his lead, his hand sliding up my back to cup my neck. He leans down and presses his lips to mine, his kiss gentle yet passionate. His tongue teases mine, and I feel my body respond. His hands roam over my body, finding every sensitive spot and eliciting a moan from me with every touch. His body presses closer, and I wrap an arm around his neck, pulling him nearer as Archer's fingers dip lower.
My heart beats faster as the expectation builds, and I feel myself growing wetter and hotter. I can hardly contain my desire. Archer takes my hand in his, guiding it to his erect cock. Feeling the heat of his skin beneath my fingertips, I gasp, the sensation nearly overwhelming. His hips rock forward, inviting me to stroke him, my desire for him bubbling up.
Owen pulls away, his eyes smoldering with desire as he watches us. He slides his hands lower, tracing his fingers over my stomach before dipping lower still. His fingers brush against my most intimate spot, and I moan in pleasure. His movements are slow and teasing, and soon I'm panting, barely able to contain my delight.
My body trembles as Archer's and Owen's hands move in synchrony, thrusting their fingers deep inside me, working together to send me spiraling into ecstasy. Drawing closer and closer to the edge, I'm no longer able to contain myself. I cry out, my body shaking as I fall into the abyss of pleasure.
They continue to finger-fuck me, their touches intensifying as my orgasm reaches its peak. I cling to them as it rips through me, every muscle in my body tensing in pleasure before finally subsiding, my body a blissful weight against theirs.
After a few minutes to catch my breath, my lips curve into a smile as I gaze up at Finn standing in the shadows. His gaze is intense, watching us with an unreadable expression. I can’t even imagine what he must be thinking.
As the moments pass, I feel the sensations slowly fading. Breathing steadily, I relish in the afterglow of pleasure before I reluctantly pull away from the brothers. My body, still throbbing in bliss, I sit and look around, taking in the scene one last time before we make our way up to the bedroom.
Archer grabs my hand and leads me up the stairs. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs. “I’m so lucky to have you.”
“I’m the lucky one,” I purr, running my other hand up his muscular arm.
He leads me to the bed with a sexy smile, Owen following us, with Finn last to arrive. Archer climbs onto the bed, drawing me to him. I know he wants me to straddle him, but not yet. There is something I want to do first. Crawling around to his back, I trace the hearts carved into his tanned skin. One by one, my fingertip travels over the contours of the old scars.
“You,” I murmur, trailing over the first one. I move on to the next one. “Me.” Moving lower, I whisper, “Owen.” Crossing over to the last one, I catch Finn’s eye and say, “Finn. Four hearts, inextricably linked by blood, by fate, by love.”
My heart races, and my palms sweat as I watch Finn's face, studying every movement, every expression. I want to touch him, to feel his skin against mine, and to be connected in the most intimate way possible. But I know that has to be his call, not mine.
Surrounded by the inviting warmth of our bedroom, the hushed whispers of the city outside the window, and the excitement coursing through me, I savor the sensation of Archer’s hands on my body.
Both Archer and Owen are hungry for me. Their cocks are straining to be inside me.
In the corner of the room, Finn still watches us. His gaze is intense, and his breathing is shallow. He's fascinated by the idea of watching us, but he's still nervous. He knows I want him to join us, but he is not ready for that.
I take a deep breath and slide toward the center of the bed. As I move, I can feel the warmth of the sheets against my skin and the heaviness of my own desire. I lay down in the middle and look up at two of my lovers.
