Page 15 of Avalanche
I pull back, lips slick with Lily’s arousal and my own saliva as I bare my teeth in frustration. Eddie is one of my best friends but there’s something about knowing he’s watching the four of us from the doorway that has rage burning red hot at the edges of my vision. It’s not just him seeing me with Lily, I realize. There’s something incredibly vulnerable about him seeing Liam’s hand on my neck. Like somehow, he’ll know. As if each of Liam and Antoine’s casual touches have left some mark across my skin. Branded me.
I open my mouth to say… something. Something that will make him leave. Anything to have him disappear, to have that door close and leave the four of us alone.
“Hey.” Seth appears at Eddie’s back, one arm wrapping amicably but implacably around Eddie’s shoulders. “Give them some privacy, eh.”
He’s smiling, gentle and congenial as always, but there is a hardness to his tone that brooks no argument. Without thinking, my gaze drops to Seth’s knuckles, the bruises now faded. Eddie scowls up at him, but doesn’t fight as Seth steers him back to the kitchen, pulling the door shut behind them.
I sigh in relief and turn back to Lily. She’s propped up on her elbows, grinning sheepishly at me, her wind-burnt cheeks flushed as Antoine presses close against her side. He drapes one long, muscled leg across Lily’s, half pinning her to the mattress. The move has her thighs widening, has the course hair of Antoine’s leg brushing against my forearm. I sit back on my heels, captivated by the way his dark skin contrasts against hers, momentarily overwhelmed by the sensation of being so close to the both of them.
When I look up, it’s to see Liam watching me keenly with grey eyes, an unreadable expression on his face.
He knows. He must know.
I swallow, that heavy knot tightening low in my belly, shame crawling down my chest like fire ants. His gaze tracks its path, dropping from my eyes to my lips to my throat then lower, openly perusing my half naked body. When he reaches my boxers, lightning jolts down my spine, my cock bucking against the fabric as if he’s touched me. For a brief moment, I think maybe he hasn’t noticed, that maybe my obvious reaction to him has been hidden by shadow of the dimly lit room. But then Liam grins, a sharp curved smile that is too triumphant to be a smirk.
The anger that had rushed through me when Eddie came in is gone, burnt out as quick as a flame to paper.
“Keep going.” Maybe I imagine it, but Liam’s voice is raspier than before. “I want to see how many times you can make our girl come.”
Chapter 4
Lily
“I should probably get up.”
The words are a garbled sigh against Liam’s shoulder, the reluctant admission made as the last tremors of my second orgasm run through my body.
Matty nuzzles my stomach and I smile lazily, tangling my fingers in thick golden waves. He’d looked so beautiful with his face between my thighs, those eager blue eyes staring up at me, his cheeks flushed pink. The first time I came, his own body jolted in response, a moan vibrating against my core, those blue eyes flying wide with surprise.
“You just came, didn’t you?” Liam had asked him teasingly while Antoine kissed me through the aftershocks of my pleasure.
Poor Matty had stammered out some response, but didn’t deny it.
“Fuck that’s hot,” Antoine had groaned against my lips, his own cock achingly hard where it was pressed against my hip.
I frown, a twinge of guilt dampening some of the pleasant afterglow. Antoine and Liam both said not to worry about getting them off, said it was just about me, but still…
“Absolument non.” Antoine’s protest is a brush against my cheek, dancing in the sweat-damp tangle of my hair. Long fingers trace the length of my arm, brushing a pattern across my skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake. “You are not getting out of this bed.”
“I need to train,” I argue lamely, even as every muscle in my body protests at the idea of going outside. “The exam…”
“You need to rest,” Liam grumbles, the mattress shifting as he lifts up to one elbow, glaring down at me. “I’ve told you. If you so much as mention getting out on the snow or going to the gym today, I’m going to tie you to this bed.”
As if to emphasize the point, he grabs my arm closest to him, pinning it over my head. A small gasp punches out of me and I instinctively try to pull my arm free. His fingers clamp around my wrist, strong as a vice, immovable. Alarmed, I turn to give Antoine a beseeching look. He presses his lips together in a grim line, shares a conspiratorial look with his boyfriend, then peels my other hand from where it’s resting on Matty’s head to pin it beside the other.
“Antoine!”
“He’s right.” Antoine gives a one-shouldered shrug. “You need to rest.” His full lips curve as his gaze rakes over my body. “Besides, you look good like this.”
I squirm, the movement jostling Matty from where he’s resting against my stomach. He looks up with a bleary-eyed frown.
“Doesn’t she look good like this, Matty?” Antoine asks.
Matty catches his lower lip in his teeth, obediently perusing my body. I realize what I must look like to him—the neckline of my tank top pulled low, my breasts spilling over, my stomach bare, thighs spread, arms pinned above my head. Liam and Antoine at either side of me, their muscles quivering as they hold me in place. If Matty wanted to, he could spread my legs and taste me, and I wouldn’t be able to stop him. He could climb up on top of me and sink his cock into me, fill me up until I was crying out with pleasure beneath him…
“She’s perfect,” Matty sighs, and I feel the heat of his words against my naval. He gives me a soft, sated smile, then presses his lips to my stomach. “But we should probably feed her some breakfast.”
Liam and Matty end up making pancakes, using too many bowls to mix the batter and leaving a trail of flour across the counter. I cradle a fresh cup of coffee as I watch them, smiling at the way they awkwardly move around each other, Matty nearly a head taller than Liam, his elbows knocking cupboards and dishes as he tries to follow Liam’s instructions.
