I smile at Beau as my fingers trace along the black ink on his chest. It’s the brand from the ranch. One each of the animals wears and the same one Lincoln, Lawson, and Jasper each have on them. It’s a simple “W” with a willow branch replacing one of the stroke marks. I don’t know Beau’s story, but I do know it means he belongs to this place just as much as they do.
Leaning forward, with my palms resting against his abs, I gently place my lips on his chest where the brand resides. I can’t see them, but I know his eyes close as he inhales a shaky breath. His hand comes to the back of my head, and his abdomen tightens beneath my touch. “Abigail…” he murmurs.
And it’s music to my ears. To know I have the power to undo them as easily as they do me.
Beau towers a foot over me, but I stand on my tiptoes and kiss up his chest as far as my height will allow, and when I can’t go any more, Beau lifts me as if I weigh nothing at all. My legs wrap around his as he carries me across the room toward Lawson’s bed, where he sets me down gently. His mouth finds mine for a moment, one hand resting on the mattress beside my head, the other holding me at my waist.
“Tell me I get to taste you,” he says breathlessly as he looks down at me. “Tell me, Abbie.”
I don’t bother telling him that’s not something he has to do. I don’t bother offering to go first. Because if there’s one thing I’velearned from Jasper or Lincoln or Lawson, it’s that these menwantit. I see it in their eyes. I feel it in their touch. I taste it in their kiss. I know they want me the way every woman should be wanted. I’m just the lucky one who gets to experience it four times over.
“Taste me, Beau.”
Chapter forty-three
Lawson
She’slyingonmybed. Soft and warm beneath Beau’s hands, with him pressed against her in a way that makes my chest tighten and my pulse race all at the same time. Her red strands contrast perfectly as they fan out across my coffee-colored bedding. I watch them move together, her lips parting slightly, breath hitching, little moans slipping past her lips as Beau kisses his way down her torso.
And her skin. God, her skin. It glows in the soft light of the room and is exactly how I’ve been remembering it for the past week. It’s impossibly smooth, every curve and plane just… perfect. And the way she arches against Beau, pressing into him without hesitation, it’s not just enticing, it’s intoxicating. Addicting. Something I know I’ll want to see over and over again.
I never thought this would feel natural. Being here, watching her like this with one of my best friends, letting it happen between all of us. But it does. It feels right. So damn right. More right than anything I’ve ever known. With Beau here, withLincoln, with Jasper, it doesn’t feel forced or wrong. It doesn’t feel like we’re crossing some sort of forbidden line.
It feels… inevitable.
I want this. I want her like this. Want her with us, in a way I’ve never wanted anything before. Every breath she takes, every sigh that leaves her lips, pulls me in closer. Deeper. My hands want to touch her again, to memorize her body in ways I didn’t think I’d be allowed to. But I also want to stand here. Firmly in place. Entranced with the way she looks as she experiences pleasure.
I’m torn between being desperate to touch her and becoming addicted to watching her.
Because she’s mine just as much as she is theirs. She’s always been something I’ve known I wanted, even when I didn’t have the right to. And now… now I get to have her. We all do.
“God.Beau,”Abigail moans with her hand threaded in Beau’s hair as he eats her out like she’s the first meal he’s had in weeks.
“That’s my girl,” he murmurs against her.
Abbie thrashes around for a moment, lost in the way Beau’s making her feel. Then, her eyes meet mine, and the sight almost takes me out at the fucking knees. Her hand outstretches toward me, and I can’t take another moment of standing on the sidelines.
Since this is something we’re clearly diving headfirst into, I tell myself to go all in. To not overthink. To just do what feels good. And well, if Beau didn’t want this, he wouldn’t have brought her to my room in the first place. As quickly as I can, I remove what’s left of my clothes, and a pleasure-filled groan falls from my mouth as my hand finally wraps around my aching cock. But it’s not enough. I need her touching me. I need to touchher.
“Look at you,” I say as I climb onto the bed next to her head. Abigail props herself up on her forearms while Beau brings her closer and closer to her climax. But even with Beau between herlegs, she still wants her mouth on mine. “So beautiful. And so incredibly ours.”
I slant my mouth over hers, dying to have as much of her as the moment will allow. And as I swallow every moan, every whimper, precum leaks from the head of my cock. But just as I was a week ago, I’m desperate to hear her come.
Reluctantly, I pull my lips from hers and close them around her nipple through the thin lace fabric of her bra. “Off, Lawson,” she says breathlessly. “Take it off.”
I smile at her and make quick work of removing her bra before throwing it somewhere in the room. Without hesitation, I close my lips around her nipple once again, sucking and nipping at it with my teeth. A moment later, one of Beau’s hands comes up to pinch at her other nipple, and it takes no time at all before she’s coming apart beneath our hands. Beau groans loudly against her pussy as he savors her release, and I’m lost at the sight of her as she calls out our names. It’s one thing to experience her from Beau’s point of view, but to see her like this is… I don’t think there are enough words to describe what she looks like.
She’s fucking euphoric.
I’ve always been good at restraint. At wanting something and choosing not to take it.
But watching her like this—watching the way pleasure softens her, opens her up, makes her glow—I understand how dangerous she is to a man like me.
Because I know what’s possible. And I don’t think I could ever convince myself I could live without her.
She’s not temptation.
She’s the point of no return.
