Page 34 of Sinners Keepers
I felt like I was being split in half, but the longer he moved inside me, the more my body became accustomed to his size.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he groaned. “It’s too fucking much.”
“Two pump chump,” Ijah mumbled, snaking his hand between us and circling my clit.
Alec barked a laugh, but I was too dick drunk to even think about giggling.
Thanks to Ijah and his magic fingers, I came again in no time whatsoever, my pussy pulsing around Alec’s cock as he filled me with his cum.
He fell down next to me in a boneless heap, the loss of him dazed me as my body clenched around nothing.
I was covered in man limbs.
No complaints here.
“Law is going to feel so left out,” Ijah said, grinding his hard cock against my ass cheek.
“I’ll make it up to him,” I said through a yawn.
Ijah shifted me against him and filled me with his cock from behind. I was sore, but it was a good ache.
I circled my ass, but he tapped me with a light smack. “Go to sleep.”
“But I—how?” I asked.
“Close your eyes,” he said, no-nonsense.
Alec’s breathing had already evened out, and I felt Ijah relax behind me.
I forced myself to take a few deep breaths, intentionally unwinding my body. I felt all warm and fuzzy inside that we were both spent and exhausted, but he still needed to feel this nearness to me. I needed it too, more than I would have originally thought. In my mental and physical exhaustion, I fell asleep much easier than I ever thought I would with a literal dick inside me.
CHAPTERNINETEEN
Hunt
My eyes blinked open, feeling the body heat radiating from my guys on either side of me. I turned to my right, peering at Ijah, my vision still bleary with sleep. His soft breath fanned across my face, warming every part of me. Alec scooted in behind me, tangling his legs with mine. I had always been all over the place in my sleep, so I hoped I hadn’t kept them awake with my tossing and turning.
Waking with Ijah no longer inside me, I felt a little too empty, but the possessive way he gripped my hip even in his sleep almost made up for it. The plush, down comforter cocooned the three of us tightly together, and I felt so at peace between them that I wasn't sure I could bear leaving the bed.
I turned toward the sound of the door creaking open, and I watched as Law stepped into the room carrying a steaming mug of coffee and a pastry bag from Starbs that I hoped like hell had a sugar plum cheese Danish inside. Starbucks at Christmastime was my fucking favorite. The pumpkin spice girlies aren’twrong, but gingerbread lattes are elite.
“I thought maybe I could pry you out from between these pricks if I came bearing gifts,” he smirked, taking a seat on the chaise lounge and placing the goods on the end table next to it.
He crossed one ankle over the other and folded his hands on his lap, waiting patiently. The sunlight streaming through the bay window cast a gentle glow over his broad shoulders and muscular arms. His features were softer than usual, and he looked so unlike himself. There was a warmth in his eyes, an intensity I was beginning to realize only appeared when he looked at me.
I untangled myself from the bed and crossed my arms over my bare chest as I made my way across the room, quickly rubbing my hands over my biceps in a futile attempt to warm myself from the sudden chill that came from no longer being the meat in the middle of a man sandwich. Law leaned forward and tugged a plush throw blanket from the back of the chaise. When I stepped close enough for him to reach me, he wrapped it around me and drew me into his lap, holding me securely in the warmth of his embrace. His lips brushed mine with a gentle kiss.
I cringed away from him, covering my mouth, and immediately felt guilty for it. But he just said, “Morning breath is hot.”
“Oh my god, you’re insane,” I giggled.
He picked up the coffee and handed it to me. I wrapped my hands around the mug and took a tentative sip, the liquid burning my throat in the best way as I swallowed. He pulled the Danish from its wax paper. Holding it in my hand, I had a stark moment of realization that Ijah had been the one who'd been pulling all the strings, telling the guys exactly what my favorite things were.
The dahlias in the hospital, the Epsom salt bath the night I’d freaked out when Alec fired a gun in front of me… these were no mere coincidences; they had been trying to trigger my memories by surrounding me with things that would remind me of Ijah—of how much he cared for me. I’d thought they were just being stalkery, but it was Ijah all along.
My jaw dropped. I took in the sight of him sprawled out on top of the bed sheets, his light brown hair disheveled from sleep. His chest rose and fell slowly as he snored quietly. I could almost feel the weight of his mental exhaustion from the last several weeks, and the peace that now settled him.
Law's lips tilted into a knowing smile as his fingers traveled through the mess of my hair, tangling in the knots. His breath came out in a huff. “He’ll never stop taking care of you, you know?”
