Page 129 of Someday Away

“Relax, baby,” I murmur. “Do you trust me?”

“Yes,” he whispers hoarsely.

I continue to guide him, and his dick slides against my clit and through my folds, the conditioner making our skin-on-skin contact positively euphoric. We both moan. I lean back against the wall, giving Link a better angle, and he seems to read my thoughts as I tighten my thighs, and he starts thrusting, every slide against my clit sending me closer and closer to a release.

Link’s face is leaning over me, our mouths hovering close together as we pant, our breaths and movements becoming messier as we start to lose control. His mouth takes mine in a heated, sloppy kiss that’s all saliva, growls, teeth, and tongues, and our bodies are slick and hot as we claw at each other, desperate for this heady, intimate connection to continue.

Link cries out as he comes, his cock pulsing between my legs, warm, sticky cum coating my thighs. I watch him fall apart above me, his full lips parting and his eyes glazing over as his body bucks and shakes against mine, and I follow him, cominghard. Ecstasy roars through my body, so intense that my vision blackens at the edges, and for a moment, all I can hear is my own heartbeat raging in my ears.

My muscles shake from holding myself up at an awkward angle, and we drop slowly to the shower floor, holding onto each other for balance. Link props his back against the tiled wall and pulls me into his lap. His hands graze my back lazily. We sit likethat for a while, the warm water soaking our skin, until there’s a knock on the bathroom door.

I jump at the noise, and Link’s arms tighten around me instinctively.

“Did you guys drown?” Trey asks, his voice muffled. “You’ve been showering for a while.”

“It’s my turn for once. Fuck off,” Lincoln replies, nuzzling his face into my neck. I laugh, leaning into his touch.

“I’ll take that as a no,” Trey says.

“It’s practically dawn, and I’m pretty tired,” I say with a yawn. “We probably should get out.”

Link sighs but lets me stand. Then he turns off the shower, and we both step out and dry off, wrapping the towels around ourselves before heading back into the bedroom. Trey is laying on the bed in his boxers, staring at his phone, but he looks up as we enter, his smile widening as he sits up.

I flush under his scrutiny and walk quickly to the closet, thumbing through Lincoln’s T-shirts until I find an extra-soft one.

“Just gonna steal my clothes, huh?” Link asks.

I look back at him leaning against the doorframe, an arrogant smirk on his lips, his towel sitting sinfully low on his hips.

“Oh, is that not okay?” I ask in a sweet voice. “I can ask Trey for a shirt then.” I take a step like I’m going to do just that.

Link’s hand blocks me from leaving. “No,” he says firmly.

“That’s what I thought,” I say quietly with a smile as I drop the towel and tug his shirt over my head.

I walk out of the closet and sit down next to Trey on the bed, leaning my head on his shoulder and stifling a yawn. I watch with heavy eyes as Lincoln pulls on a pair of boxers, openly staring at the graceful way his muscles flex with the movement.

God, he’s beautiful.

“If you two are done eye-fucking me, maybe we can all get some sleep,” Link grumbles as he approaches us.

I glance over at Trey, snickering when I see him watching his best friend with the same approving, lustful look.

We crawl under the covers, and nestled between them, I quickly fall fast asleep.

CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR

LINCOLN

Charlie is tangled between me and Trey, her soft hair tickling my arm. She never put on any underwear after last night’s shower, so her warm bare ass is pressed firmly against my morning wood. Or would it be afternoon wood?

Her forehead rests against Trey’s chest, and their legs are intertwined. Between the three of us, the body heat under the covers is almost stifling, but it’s also comforting. I’ve spent so many nights alone over the past several years that waking up this way—with the two people I love most pressed close—is addicting.

I reluctantly slide out from under the covers, easing myself slowly away from Charlie so that I don’t wake her, and head to the bathroom to rinse off with a cold shower, hoping the cool water will defuse my impressive boner.

Can’t really run into Daddy Dearest with this thing,I think.

Afterward, I dry off, brush my teeth, and leave the bathroom to dress. I pull on a fresh pair of boxers, some sweats, and a T-shirt. As I walk out of my closet, I pause when I see Trey sitting up, rubbing his eyes. His blond hair is an unkempt mess.

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