It’s been torture, but not in a way that I find myself hating. I need some relief, though, or I think I might actually go crazy.
My body starts squirming against the mattress. I’m going to crawl out of my skin. Of their own accord, my hands start to trail down my body and over Kane’s hoodie that I’m wearing.
He isn’t quite as tall as the twins, so his clothes seemed like a slightly better option when I ran out of my own shirts to wear.
My fingers meet the waistband of my leggings. I pause for a second. This isn’t the smartest idea I’ve ever had.
There are three men who I happen to be very attracted to under the same roof as me. If I give in to the desire to touch myself, I’m inevitably going to think of them the whole damn time.
That’s just going to fuck with my brain even more because I can’t have them… any of them… all of them.
Nothing can happen. Their life is finally settled after Oliver’s mom died. None of us wants to disrupt the sense of peace Oliver has found here.
I understand Kane’s reasoning, but it doesn’t mean I don’t hate it.
I bite my lip, fighting a growl that wants to rip free from my chest. It’s all so unfair, but at the end of the day, my mama heart gets it.
I need to do something, though. I’m not going to make it any longer in this house without… something.
With a heavy exhale, I give in.I can be quiet.I slide my leggings down and toss them onto the floor before I can stop myself.
My fingers slide over the lace barrier separating them from where I really want them to be. The faintest touch to my clit through the fabric makes my breath catch in my throat.
I can’t take it anymore. My hand dips underneath my underwear.
Two of my fingers slide through the wetness hidden there. This is what happens after being unintentionally edged for this long.
Everything they do seems to make me want them more. The wetness coating my fingers is all the evidence needed of what they are doing to me.
I think the forbidden nature of all of this has dialed up the attraction even more. Don’t get me wrong, I would still be into all of them even if this layer of separation didn’t exist, but it adds a little unexpected intrigue.
The pads of my fingers slide over my clit in slow circles. The tingling sensation starts to build almost immediately. This really isn’t going to take long.
My eyes fall closed, head burrowing deeper into the pillow as my fingers continue their slow ministrations.
I keep the pressure light and the movements slow. I’m so close already, and I don’t want this to be done just yet. I want to savor this anticipation and growing pleasure for a little longer.
My whole mind focuses on the feeling of my fingers on the sensitive bundle of nerves, pushing everything else to the back ofmy mind. A moan escapes, and I have to bite my cheek to keep from doing it again.
“Fuck.”
The male voice jerks me out of the sexy fog my mind had fallen into. My eyes fly open, seeing Linc standing in the doorway with my mug of tea in his hand.
My knee-jerk reaction is to be embarrassed, but he looks anything but horrified. He looks like he’s about to devour me.
CHAPTER THIRTY
Linc
I stepout of the bathroom, rubbing a towel over my freshly washed hair. Wyatt is cackling to himself and mumbling something I can’t make out as he walks into his room across the hall and closes the door. Okay…
I turn the opposite direction down the hallway and into the kitchen. I walk toward the pantry in search of a snack but stop when I see a mug of tea on the counter.
It has to be Abby’s. I don’t think I’ve ever seen Kane or Wyatt drink a cup of tea, even when they’re sick.
My eyes dart around in search of her, but she isn’t anywhere to be found. I’m guessing she’s in her room upstairs. She must have left it down here.
Grabbing the mug from the counter, I make my way up the stairs.
