“I love how wet you get for me, baby.” I praise her.
Her inner muscles contract, sending a hot current from my balls all the way down my shaft. I feel myself pulse inside her, and I move, chasing more of that sensation.
“Oh God, Chance. Yes.”
The sound of my name on her lips spurs me on, and I go deeper, harder, faster.
The need for release takes over, but I don’t forget about Zara.
“I’m so fucking close, baby.” I cup the back of her head with one hand and pause as my cock pulses inside her, dangerously close to bursting point. “Are you gonna come for me?”
Zara kisses me hard, her pussy spasming in reply.
I use the hand that isn’t holding the back of her head to rub quick, tight circles over her clit, and she cries out.
The way her pussy clamps down on me, squeezing with every wave of pleasure that crashes into her, makes it impossible to hold back.
I follow her over the edge, emptying myself inside her.
For a long moment, neither of us moves as we try to catch our breath.
Eventually, I disentangle myself from her even if I’m still hard enough to keep us connected.
“Where are you going?” she asks with a yawn.
“I was going to get you something to clean up.”
She pulls me down next to her onto the pillows. “Don’t go, Chance. Stay with me. You’re warm, and I’m so comfortable and so safe.”
That’s the best thing anyone has ever said to me. I take Zara into my arms and we settle down, ready to let sleep claim us.
“Do you think Ares will be mad at us for making love in his bed?” I don’t say fucking or have sex. Making love is the only thing that can describe what happened between us.
It takes a second for her to answer, as she considers my question. “I don’t think so. He said he can accept my feelings for you and Lev. Maybe though, we should change the bedsheets before we leave, just to be on the safe side.”
“I think you’re right.”
As Zara falls asleep in my arms, I think that I need to have a heart-to-heart with my brother. Zara isn’t going to choose. She needs all three of us to be completely happy. And if he loves her like he says, he needs to accept our new reality.
As my eyes grow heavy with sleep, another thought hits me square in the chest. It’s time to man up and speak to our parents.
I’m done being scared of what Dad will do. I’m not going to let my fear of losing his love and his approval get in the way of our happiness. But this is a problem for future me. Being fearless is easier said than done.
Chapter 11
Walk Of Shame
ZARA
When I open my eyes the next morning, Chance’s arms are still wrapped around me, and I take just a few minutes to bask in the warmth and safety of his perfect body.
I could stay here all day looking at the way his blond eyelashes caress his high cheekbones; or the way his soft lips are slightly parted while he sleeps, giving him an innocent, almost angelic look.
“Morning.” He rumbles, his voice still low and a little gravelly with sleep. “How long have you been watching me sleep?”
I shrug. “I’m not sure. You’re just so pretty to look at that time flies.”
His lips tip up in the beginning of a smile. “Men aren’t pretty, baby. We’re ruggedly handsome. And staring is a little creepy, but I’ll let it go for now, because your voice sounds much better than it did last night.”
