And it’s that thought that takes me over the edge, the thought of being the object of so much affection for all of these men that they will do everything in their power to outdo each other in the sheer amount of pleasure that they give me. My thighs close around him, and my body spasms in pleasure as the rush of release courses from the tips of my fingers to the very top of my scalp, pouring down my back in a helpless waterfall that draws a rush of noises from between my lips. I’m pretty sure I’m cursing out language I’ve never even heard before as he strokes deep into me, massaging himself with the sensation of my clenching pussy around his cock.
A few seconds later, I feel him reach his own release inside of me, driving himself in deep and stilling himself there. His cock twitches, the warmth of his seed flooding me, and I wilt forward onto the counter, hands pressed against the cool wood, trying to bring myself back to reality.
“That’s my girl,” he purrs, as he draws me up against him again, grinding a few more times inside of me as though to make sure that I’ve taken every last inch of his seed.
The words fill my mind, so delicious they almost allow me to forget exactly the level of nerve I must have to hook up with two twins a day after each other—and less than a week after I was with Carlisle too. Dylan knows about Callum, at least, but I don’t know how much the rest of them are aware of, and frankly, I don’t know if I want to come clean.
He slowly draws himself back from me, but catches me as I stumble slightly, hands on my hips to steady me before I tumble over entirely. “Hey, hey, I’ve got you.”
I reach for my coffee, hoping that a hit of caffeine will bring me back to reality. And then I hear the rumble of an engine coming up the road and toward the cabin—looks like the guys are back already.
“You should probably tidy yourself up,” Dyan teases me lightly, leaning back and looking me up and down.
“What do you…?”
But then I glance down at myself, realizing that my shorts are askew, my nipples still hard beneath my cami top.Shit.He’s probably right. At least the coffee scent that fills the kitchen is enough to cover what we’ve just done. At least, I hope so…
I race to the door, but Dylan catches me just before I vanish. I turn to him, wondering what he needs—and he kisses me again, just one last time, a deep kiss that I can feel all the way down in my belly.
“Get out of here,” he murmurs, dragging his nose against mine and landing a playful slap on my ass as he orders me on. And as I take the stairs to my room two at a time before the others step inside, I can hardly keep the smile off my face.
This might not be how I had imagined reuniting with the fathers of my children. But sometimes, life throws shit at you that you could never have imagined—and you just have to make the best of it.
Not that having four gorgeous men chasing you is exactly hard to make the best of.
13
CARLISLE
“Thank you,”Angelie murmurs to me, as I hand her a small glass of scotch to match mine. The large window at the far side of the living room gives us a view over the dimming light through the forest beyond, and for the first time in a long time, I actually feel somewhat relaxed.
Not that I’m going to get used to it, with the way things have been going recently. I know how easy it would be for something to change, something to explode again whether I like it or not. The fires might have died down for now, but we’re still technically on alert, and one alarm call from the ops room will send me sprinting from this place and back into action.
There’s a part of me, despite it all, that craves it. Maybe because I know what I’m supposed to do when it comes to that kind of work. When I’m called out to a fire, I understand the role I’m meant to play, the shit I’m meant to do, the orders I follow and the ones I give. It’s simple, even if it’s not easy. But being here with her, with Angelie and the others…it leaves me uneasy and unsure of myself, and that is not something I want to have to get used to.
We seem to have come to an unspoken agreement that nobody is going to bring up the matter of the children, at least until we’re off high alert. I passed by her room earlier today and heard her on the phone to her sister, cooing down the line to her little ones, fussing over them and asking how they’re all doing. I paused in the doorway for a moment, and our eyes locked. She turned her back on me at once, as though she knew what kind of questions it might invite if she let me stick around any longer.
But that doesn’t undo the matter of our encounter the other day. The air has been thick with tension of all kinds, and I don’t know if I want more or to forget the whole damn thing ever happened.
No, that’s not true.I know what Iwant,but that doesn’t mean it’s a good idea for me to go after it.
“You sure I’m not keeping you from anything?” she asks me, raising her eyebrows and pulling me out of my thoughts.
I shake my head. “No, nothing.”
She tucks her feet up under her, staring out the window. I watch her for a moment. There’s something so damn appealing to her when she’s just chilling out like this, utterly unbothered by everything going on in the world, by the fires, by all of it. Her hair loose and damp around her shoulders, a blanket draped over her legs, the scotch in one hand, face bare. It’s almost intimate, seeing her like this, as though she’s letting me see a side of her not many would be lucky enough to lay eyes on.
“Good.” She lifts the glass to her lips and takes a sip, closing her eyes and sighing contentedly. “God, that’s amazing,” she remarks, pulling the glass back so she can take a look at it, swilling the amber liquid around the bottom for a moment. “Mydad drinks scotch sometimes, but I don’t think he’s ever had something as fancy as this before.”
I smile a little sadly, hoping that she doesn’t notice. But as she turns to me, a slight frown on her face, I can tell that she’s already caught on.
“You okay?”
“I’m fine,” I reply, shaking my head. “Just…it’s nice that you’re still close to your family, that’s all.”
“Well, how else am I going to get all that free childcare?” she jokes, and then she grins, casting her gaze toward the window once more.
“I know I’m lucky to have them so close,” she murmurs. “Not just physically, I mean. I can’t imagine it was easy for my mom and dad when I came back from college about to give birth with no explanation, but they never let it bother them. They just stepped up and did what had to be done.”
