“Leo?” Amelia groans.
“Shit,” he grumbles into my chest.
My chest moves up and down. I sink down into the bed further and balance my weight on my forearms. Getting low, I continue to ride him. I can’t stop. He’s making me crazy.
“Trinity,” he breathes out, strained. Gripping the globes of my butt, he moves me against him.
“Trinity?” Amelia asks.
“Keep going,” he whispers huskily in my ear. Clearing his throat, he speaks through gritted teeth. “Yes, Amelia?”
A second later, her soft voice mumbles, “Just making sure you’re still here.”
I stop my movements against my boyfriend and listen for any other sounds.
Hearing only my and Leonidas’s shallow breaths, I sit up and clutch his shoulders. I flex my hips, moving up and down at a pace I know drives him crazy. The mattress squeaks slightly every time I pound down on him. But we don’t seem to care. The only thing consuming my mind is Leonidas.
“You feel so fucking good.” He buries his face in my neck.
A small moan leaves his lips as he bites my skin hard, for sure leaving teeth marks. My pace speeds up. I’m unable to control myself any longer. Leonidas can’t either because his teeth clench together tightly.
“Yes, baby.” Closing his eyes again, he grinds into me.
Feeling him come beneath me only pushes me harder. He connects our lips when I release quietly. My entire body relaxes into his. We ride our high together until we’re left a sweaty mess.
My cheek meets his chest. Letting out a sigh, Leonidas chuckles and kisses the tip of my nose.
“I’m obsessed with you,” he whispers after a few minutes.
His hand smooths down my hair as I peer up at him from his chest.
“I’m obsessed with you.”
He glances over at the ground and smirks. “See? Out like a light.”
I eye his siblings and laugh when I find them cuddling.
“Our secret,” he whispers.
“Our secret,” I chuckle and squeal when he rolls on top of me and sends me into bliss with a passionate kiss.
TWENTY-EIGHT
TRINITY
Iwake up to whispers. I don’t open my eyes, but I listen intently to them. They’re rushed and confused.
“Are they not wearing any clothing?” Elijah whispers to his sister.
When I hear movement, my heart stops. Footsteps tiptoe toward where we lie, and I hear a gasp.
“They’re fucking naked, Elijah!” she whisper-yells. “They had sex in the same room as us!”
I hold back a laugh when I hear Elijah gag.
“I breathed in their sex air.” His footsteps differ from his sister’s light strides.
He stomps into my bathroom, making as much noise as humanly possible. A second later, I hear him blow his nose—very loudly. I’m afraid the roof will collapse on us.
