“I came hands free,” I say in disbelief, still not completely with it.
He lets out another of those pleased sounding rumbles. “You did,” he says, his voice raw and raspy. “Am I too heavy?”
“No.” I hold him tighter, enjoying the weight of him on top of me.
He presses more kisses against my neck, then works his way across my jaw and to my lips.
We stay like that for a long while, just trading soft kisses as we enjoy the afterglow, but I’m brought back to reality when Xave’s soft cock slips out of me.
I wince at the loss. I’ve never liked that part, but having Xave’s big body over mine like this makes it less uncomfortable.
“We should get dressed,” he says after a few beats, his voice tinged with regret.
“Yeah,” I agree, even though moving is the last thing I want to do.
He presses one last kiss against my lips, then slowly climbs off me.
My body feels heavy and cold as I sit up, and I feel weirdly off balance as we silently pull our clothes back on.
This obviously isn’t the first time we’ve fucked, but things feel different, and the air is heavy between us as I finish zipping up my boots.
“I meant what I said,” Xave says, breaking the lengthy silence as he tugs his hoodie back on. “You’re mine. That wasn’t just sex talk or me trying to get in your pants.”
Something flutters in my stomach, and I try not to grin like a moron as a strange sense of euphoria moves through me. “So we’re together?” I ask, hating how small and seeking my voice is.
“Yes,” he says simply. “We’ve been together since that night at the AV party, and you’ve been mine since the rave. You just didn’t know it yet.”
I grin so hard I probably look deranged as more good feels gather in my chest and roll around inside me. “There’s more of that red flag talk that should make me run away but is actually the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me.”
He steps right into my space. “Here’s some more red flag talk,” he says, his tone as serious as his expression. “When I say you’re mine, I mean it. No one else gets to share any part of you. No one else gets to touch you, and if they do, I’ll kill them.”
I step even closer so we’re only a few inches apart. “Okay,” I agree. “But if I’m yours, that means you’re mine. And I don’t share. So just know that I’ll kill anyone who touches you.”
A smirk slides over his lips. “Deal.”
Leaning in, he gives me a long, deep kiss, and something inside me settles.
I don’t understand what’s going on or how we got here, but I’m not about to fight it.
Xave cares about me. He wants me, and he chose me. There’s a million reasons why we shouldn’t be together and why this is a terrible idea, but I don’t give a fuck about any of them.
Things aren’t going to be easy, but nothing worthwhile ever is, and I’m smiling when Xave finally breaks the kiss and presses his forehead against mine.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
We jump apart at the loud pounding at the door, but before either of us can move, or say anything, it swings open.
“Knock knock fuckers,” someone shouts from the outside.
“Cover your junk because we’re coming in,” an eerily similar voice says a moment before one of the twins steps into the cabin. “It’s safe,” he calls over his shoulder. “No peen in sight.”
I glance at Xave.
“That’s Jace,” he says, answering my unspoken question.
“Wassup, kid?” Jace asks with a big grin as he walks into the cabin, followed by Jax and Killian. “Cuz,” he says, giving Xave a quick upnod.
“Hi,” I say dumbly as Jace flops down on the couch and rests one ankle on his knee as he crosses his legs. “Is that blood?” I ask, eyeing the red stains on his sneaker.
