Mine.
It’s enough to fucking catapult me off the edge. My shout is more of a roar as I thrust once, twice, my release spilling into her pussy and filling it as I pant, trying to drag oxygen into closed lungs even as savage satisfaction floods my veins at the thought of her filled with me.
Leaning on one elbow, I stay buried inside her as I gather up her hair in my fist, looping my hand around it before glancing down at her face. “Next time, I’m going last. And I’m going to prop up your hips with a pillow and leave you full of my cum, so when you wake up I’m still a fucking part of you.”
My mouth hovers over hers, dangerously close, before I hesitate.
I nearly did it. Without even thinking. Without the memories surging in.
But I can’t. And not just because of Katherine.
She’s not mine.
All of this… it’s an act. A game that will end when she leaves us.
It has to be.
But it feels like razors in my chest to pull back from her, to unpeel our sticky bodies. Her pussy is swollen and full, my cum leaking out in sheer perfection, and I take a moment to drag my fingers through. Gathering it up, I reach for her mouth and slide my fingers inside.
A spark of worry lights inside me before her throat works, reflexes kicking in as she swallows. I do it twice more before I glance up to River where he’s standing next to me, raising my eyebrow in challenge.
He shakes his head, but there’s relief on his face as he takes me in. “Fucking caveman.”
Gently pulling my clean fingers from her mouth, I run my hand through Briar’s hair one more time, surprisingly reluctant to leave her. “You were right. About this working.”
I had no issues with facing her, touching her, lacing my hands with hers. A sleeping, defenceless Briar is no threat to the demons that lurk inside my head.
Taking the warm washcloth from his hand, I clean her up with careful strokes, running my fingers through the tangles of her hair again. “Is there a brush in here?”
“You want to brush her hair?” River grins, but he turns to look. “Look at you, acting all gentlemanly. Almost as if you care about her.”
I frown. “It falls under the aftercare section.”
And she ticked the box. I wonder if she did it after my frantic call. Petrified that she might cut her hair before I had chance to truly appreciate it.
He tosses me a brush, and I lift Briar until her cheek rests against my shoulder so I can run the thick brush through her dark tangles. “Whatever you say.”
I lay her back in the bed, settling the sheets around her so she looks undisturbed. Aside from her flushed cheeks, there’s nothing to show what just happened.
Nothing to show I was ever inside her.
And I fucking hate it.
Kai, his eyes lidded as he lounges in the chair, doesn’t bother signing. I can read the question well enough. “I’m fine. I’ll be back in a minute. Carry on without me.”
The door closes behind me, leaving me alone in the hallway before he can respond. Leaning back, I run my hands over my face. I’m not sure I can watch her with someone else and not be a part of it. Not even the men I consider closer than brothers.
Not have her close. Not have her under me, buried inside her. Owning her.
Fuck.
River
The slam of the door is loud in the silent room. Kai’s hands are already up.Give him a minute.He did well.
Nodding, I look down at Briar. Jenson stripped her underwear from her, leaving her bare and tousled and still blissfully asleep, even after he fucked her like a man possessed.
And he looked at her face while he was doing it.
