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He catches my jaw with his hand, his voice husky. “I fuckin’ promise.”
Bear leans close, his big body solid against me. “No one touches you but us. No one.” His dexterous hand skates down my back, then around to my stomach, dipping his fingertips under the waistband of my jean shorts. I lean back into him, taking in those words. Wrapping my head around how the four of us got here to this place in time … it’s too much to comprehend while their eyes and hands roam over me. These guys know me better after two weeks than people who have known me my entire life. And I do believe them. More importantly, I trust them. That knowledge seeps into my brain and squeezes at my heart.
I reach back and undo the clasp of my bra. “Make me yours.”
TWENTY-SEVEN
BEAR
Ours.My heart ricochets around in my chest as Lennon’s bra slips down her arms and hits the floor at our feet. What we’re about to do—or at least what I envision us doing—doesn’t surprise me, because from the time she walked through the door of Bainbridge Hall, Lennon Bell’s taken what she wanted.
She made me fuckin’ wanther.She madeallof us want her.
I pop the button on her shorts and unzip them, sliding my hand inside her panties and dipping my fingers into her arousal. Fuck, she’s so wet the slickness covers my fingers with one slow drag along her slit. I pull them forward, finding her clit swollen and needy. She lets a heady moan escape her lips, and it’s hard to say what’s causing her reaction—the pressure I’m applying right where she needs it or Mason’s tongue flicking a path up her neck. Probably both.
Lennon trembles, her legs quaking at our attention. She rides my hand, rubbing her wet pussy on my fingers. “Oh god, yes,” she breathes out as I dip one thick digit inside her. Her head falls back, and I can tell she’s quickly becoming overwhelmed by everything she’s physically feeling.
“You get off on me fucking you with my finger?” I murmur, my voice low and gravelly. “You like it when Mason leaves a trail of hickeys all over your skin?”
Her eyes drift shut as she nods, arching to give Mason more room to suck on the delicate skin at the top of her breast. She turns her head toward me, lips parting on a gasp as I pick up the pace, plunging in and out of her wet heat. My thumb flicks back and forth over her clit.
I’m rock-hard and want my dick in her so fucking bad. It hasn’t escaped me that I’ve only got a towel wrapped around my waist and my cock is pitching a rather impressive tent beneath it. A jolt of desire lances through me. It wouldn’t take much to whip it off, yank her shorts down, and slide my cock inside her pussy—right where I belong.
And the interesting thing about this situation is that I don’t think it’s going to be a problem for me if Duke and Mason watch me fuck Lennon. I sure as hell couldn’t have cared less if anyone had witnessed me bending her over the hot tub the other night. In fact, Masedidsee it, according to Lennon. I hadn’t given him a moment’s thought because I was too wrapped up in how good Lennon’s pussy felt as it spasmed around me.
With my lips in her hair, I steal a peek at Duke. His eyes are laced with an uncertain look that makes me slightly nervous. Is it indecision about her? Is he on board with this? Because I don’t want this to turn into another one of those unfortunate occasions where he goes from infatuated idiot to asshole stepbrother—because that wrecks her every time, even if she doesn’t want to admit it.
“Duke. Let’s get these shorts off her,” I grit out, my tone low but commanding.
He snaps out of whatever daze he’s in and pushes the denim material off her ass and down her legs, dragging her underwear along with them. I don’t miss the rough swallow working its way past his Adam’s apple or the intent look in his eye as he brings his gaze back to hers.
There’s incredible tension in the room; like we’re standing on top of a powder keg, waiting for the spark that sets off the explosion.Want.It hangs thick and potent in the air between them. It’s supposed to be such a simple thing. Want something? Reach out and take it. But for them, it hasn’t been that easy, and something tells me the effects of whatever happens within these four walls will linger for a long time afterward. We stand on a precipice, and I have no fucking clue how this is all going to shake out in the end.
Lennon catches her lip between her teeth. Her eyes are trained on Duke. I can only assume she’s waiting for him to say something since things have been horribly strained between the two of them all week long. Fuck, who am I kidding? It’s been like that ever since she arrived here.
A moment later, Duke backs away from us and heads for the balcony door.
My stomach churns.Shit.
I immediately feel Lennon tense up. She must be disappointed. I rest a hand on her shoulder and give her a reassuring squeeze. Mason steadily watches Duke’s retreat, a hint of a wince on his lips, his jaw clenched tight. He doesn’t have to say a damn word for me to recognize the distress on his features.
The world stops moving as Duke gets to the balcony door and pauses. Time ticks by at a scarily slow pace. I wish I knew what he was thinking or how to help him.
My head is caught up in how to reassure Lennon and Mason that this isn’t about them and how we’ll figure out where we go from here when Duke makes the windows in the glass-paned door rattle as he shuts it with a resounding slam.
He takes a few deep breaths, then turns around, eyeing all three of us. His blue eyes burn with a need I’ve never seen before in them. “I’m not going any-fucking-where. In case you were worried.” His brows lift, then he pulls his shirt off. “What are you waiting for? Get her on the bed.”
Lennon releases a ragged sigh of relief. I blink, unsure I’ve heard him right, but Mason shakes his head, a small laugh bursting from his lips. His eyes connect with Duke’s across the room, and he walks over to talk to him.
Pep talk maybe? Letting Mason deal with Duke, I bend and hoist Lennon over my good shoulder—thank fuck for the pills I found in my gym bag that allow me to function—and smack her right on the ass. Before I allow her to tumble from my hold, she grabs the towel I’d secured around my waist and yanks. Off it comes, leaving me buck naked, my dick at full attention and weeping for her.
I’m not a modest guy, but this whole thing with three dicks in a bed is nothing we’ve ever remotely come close to discussing. Sharing Lennon like Mason and I did that one time is a little different than what I assume is being proposed here. The focus was entirely on her, not on our hard-ons. I growl, trying to push it out of my mind, and drop her onto the bed. I would do anything for this girl, give her whatever she needs. And if that’s all of us, then so be it. I climb onto the mattress and settle beside her. She’s got this half-excited, half-anxious look on her face. “You okay?” I whisper.
“I don’t know.” She picks up my hand and places it over her heart, which is going a million miles a second. Blinking up at me, her brow furrows as if she’s asking what I think of how fast it’s going, then her gaze moves to Duke, and she bites her lip, worry sliding over her features.
“I’m going to call that normal for the circumstances.” I pause, cupping her cheek, and make sure she’s looking at me and really hearing me. “If at any point this becomes uncomfortable or it isn’t what you want, you let me know, and that’ll be it.”
“I know you’ll take care of me, Gideon. You always do.” She presses a kiss to my mouth, then to my jaw before lying back on the bed. Propped up on my elbow, I stare down at her and run my thumb over her full lower lip. I’m so focused on the plush softness I miss the wicked intent in her eye until she’s already taken my thumb into her mouth. My heart gives an oddly pronounced thump in my chest as she sucks, swirling her tongue around. She’s watching me for clues, I can tell. Do I like what she’s doing?Umph. Yes.More blood rushes south, creating an overwhelming heaviness in my balls.Fuuuck.My eyes heat as she takes it deeper, withdraws, then takes it back into her mouth again.
