Just to slow down.
To savor it.
To savorher.
Her hand threads through my hair as her breathing grows heavier. Slowly, I reach up, wrap my fingers around her wrist, and guide her hand down to my face. I press a kiss to the inside of her palm while Lincoln’s hand keeps slipping beneath her panties.
And Lawson?
Lawson’s just watching.
Eyes dark.
Voice calm.
His hands are gripping the chair so tightly that the leather creaks. A quiet reminder that he’s anything but as composed as he wants us to believe.
“You want it, Abbie?” Her eyes lock with his, and she nods eagerly. “Then let us hear you say it, Honey. Tell us what you want.”
My girl’s eyes burn with a mix of mischief, desperation, and a kind of raw, electric desire I’m not sure I’ve ever seen from her before. She glances at Lawson in his chair, then at where she stands between Lincoln and me, before looking back at him again. I watch as she studies his posture, then lifts her chin with quiet, unshakable confidence.
Her gaze locks onto his. “I want you to sit there and watch while I fuck your brother and your best friend,” she says, her voice rough with lust. “I know how much you like to watch.”
A slow smile spreads across Lawson’s face as he readjusts himself slightly in his chair. Despite the jeans he’s wearing, I can tell he’s as excited for this as Lincoln and I are. “Go ahead, boys. Make ourwifedesperate for it.”
Abigail raises a brow at him. “Wife, huh? A bit presumptuous of you, don’t you think?”
I half expect the wordwifeto catch me by surprise, but it doesn’t. Not even for a second. In fact, I could getrealused to calling her that.
“I don’t think. It’s best you get used to it anyway.”
“Oh, I should, should I? Last I checked”—she holds her left hand in the air and wiggles her fingers—“I wasn’t even a fiancée.”
Lincoln leans down, his lips brushing against the shell of her ear. I can feel her tense in anticipation in my hold. “You want the ring? For us to all get down on one knee? For us to ask you to be ours forever?”
“I think I do, yeah.” Her voice is nothing more than a shaky whisper now.
“We can give that to you, Sweetheart. But you should just know… you’re the love of our lives…”
“The mother of our child…” I add, running my hand over her growing stomach.
“The object of all our desires,” Lawson says roughly.
Linc nips at the skin just below her ear, and she lets out a small moan. “Youwillbe our wife. And we will beyours.Now and forever, Abigail. Best you get used to the way it sounds.”
I expect another sassy remark. For the fire she walked in here with to come out full force. But one look at her face lets me know that that word did exactly what Lawson wanted it to. Turned her into putty in our damn hands.
“Okay,” is all she replies—practically breathless now.
All eyes are on Lawson, now. Even Lincoln, someone who usually thrives on being in control. Releasing his hold on the chair, he reaches to the waistband of his jeans and undoes the button. “Strip.”
Chapter thirty-one
Abigail
Strip.”
My stomach flutters as he commands the two men next to me to rid themselves of their clothes.
