Page 115 of Knuckles & Knives
“Six months,” I murmur, my voice carrying the weight of everything we’ve accomplished and everything we’ve become. “Sometimes it feels like a lifetime. Sometimes it feels like yesterday.”
“Best six months of my life,” Dom says immediately, his arm tightening around me with possessive affection.
“Most successful applied psychology experiment in human history,” Marcus adds with characteristic precision, though his tone carries warmth rather than clinical detachment.
“Most interesting six months of my life,” Kieran agrees. “And I’ve lived through some very interesting times.”
“Fucking perfect six months,” Axel concludes with his wild grin. “Though I vote we make the next six months even better.”
“How?” I ask, though the shift in energy around the bed suggests I already know the answer.
“Like this,” Dom murmurs, his mouth finding the sensitive spot below my ear that never fails to make me shiver. “And this,” he adds, his hands sliding beneath my silk pajama top to map skin he knows by heart.
What begins as gentle affection quickly escalates into something more intense as six months of deepening intimacy translates into physical passion that’s both familiar and endlessly surprising. These are hands that know exactly how to touch me, mouths that understand precisely what I need, bodies that move together with choreographed precision born of absolute trust.
“Beautiful,” Kieran breathes as Marcus helps me out of my pajamas with reverent care. “Six months, and you still take my breath away.”
“All of you,” I correct, my amber eyes moving between four faces that have become as essential to me as breathing. “You all take my breath away.”
The silk pajama top disappears under Marcus’s careful fingers, followed quickly by the matching shorts that pool at my feet. I stand before them in nothing but moonlight streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows, completely comfortable with the vulnerability because these are the men who’ve seen me at my strongest and weakest, who’ve chosen to stay through everything.
“Our turn,” I command softly, and they comply with the kind of eager submission that never fails to make my core clench with anticipation.
Watching four powerful men undress for my pleasure has become one of life’s greatest satisfactions. Dom’s massive frame revealing itself inch by inch, every scar and tattoo telling stories of battles fought and won. Kieran’s lean elegance, pale skin perfect except for the small marks that prove he’s mine. Marcus’s controlled precision even in undressing, every movement calculated and deliberate. And Axel’s chaotic energy barely contained as he practically tears his clothes off in his eagerness to touch and be touched.
“Better,” I purr, drinking in the sight of four naked men whose attention is focused entirely on me. “Much better.”
What follows represents the evolution of our physical relationship over six months of living and loving together. No longer the desperate claiming of those early encounters, but something deeper and more satisfying—intimacy born of absolute trust and genuine affection rather than conquest and possession.
Dom’s hands span my waist as he lifts me onto the bed, his touch reverent despite the obvious hunger in his dark eyes. “How do you want us tonight, baby?” he asks, his voice rough with desire but patient enough to wait for my direction.
“All of you,” I breathe. “I want to feel all of you. I want to remember why we chose this. Why we chose each other.”
“Always,” Marcus murmurs, his mouth finding my throat while his hands map territories that respond to his touch like they were designed specifically for his exploration. “Always all of us.”
The bed becomes our universe as five people who’ve restructured criminal power across multiple states claim each other with the same intensity they bring to everything else.But now there’s something new in our joining—a sense of permanence, of home, of family that transcends physical desire.
Kieran’s mouth finds my breast while his hands tangle in my hair, his usual control tempered by six months of learning exactly how to make me arch and gasp beneath his touch. “Perfect,” he breathes against my skin. “Our perfect queen. Our perfect life.”
Dom’s massive hands hold me steady while Axel’s wild energy translates into focused worship that has me crying out his name within minutes. Marcus coordinates positioning with the same analytical precision he brings to business strategy, ensuring that every touch multiplies rather than competes.
“I need,” I gasp, my body trembling with six months’ worth of accumulated trust and desire. “I need all of you. Now. Together.”
What follows defies conventional understanding of how intimacy works between multiple people, but then nothing about our relationship has ever been conventional. Hands and mouths create symphonies of sensation across skin that responds like it was designed for exactly this kind of worship. Voices murmur praise and promises that make heat pool low in my belly.
“Mine,” Dom growls against my throat, but the possessiveness is tempered by the knowledge that I belong to all of them equally. “Ours. Always ours.”
“Always,” I agree, and then coherent speech becomes impossible as four sets of hands and mouths work together to drive me higher than any individual could manage alone.
The first climax builds slowly, a gradual crescendo that has me arching against multiple touches while voices I love beyond reason murmur encouragement and worship. When it breaks over me, it’s like coming home—familiar and overwhelming and absolutely perfect.
“Again,” Axel demands, his wild grin infectious even through my post-orgasmic haze. “I want to watch you come apart for us again.”
“Greedy,” I pant, but I’m already reaching for him, my body responding to his proximity with the kind of arousal that six months of exploration has only intensified.
“For you?” Marcus observes with academic interest. “Always greedy for you.”
The second time is different—more intense, more focused, as if six months of learning each other’s bodies has created a kind of sexual telepathy between us. They know exactly where to touch, exactly how much pressure to apply, exactly when to increase intensity and when to back off to prolong the experience.
