Lawson doesn’t say anything. He just watches.
Always watching.
My lips curve just slightly before I take a step forward into the center of the room.
Owning the room.
Owning the moment.
“I have been waiting all day for it,” I admit softly.
Lawson’s eyes narrow, and his lips tip up in a grin as he slowly undoes the button of his tan button-up. I’m torn between wanting to stare at the way his fingers move and drinking up the delicious look on his face. “That so, Abigail?”
“Mhm,” I hum. I take another step toward them. Close enough now that I can reach them.
And this time, I do.
Lifting my hand, I brush my fingers lightly over Lawson’s now bare chest, then I slide across to Beau, then Lincoln, then Jasper—reacquainting myself with the way their breath feels beneath my hands.
“You all went out there today,” I say quietly. “Handled everything. Took care of it all… so I didn’t have to.”
No one interrupts.
No one jokes.
They just let me speak.
My fingers run along the chain around Jasper’s neck before I let go and step back just enough to look at them again. “And now…” I continue, my voice softening. “Now you’re all here. With me. Where you belong.”
Beau clenches his jaw as he exhales a ragged breath through his nose before speaking. “Right where we want to be.”
“Good,” I murmur.
Before any of them can react, I reach for Beau, fisting the front of his shirt and pulling him down into a searing kiss.
His surprise lasts all of half a second before his hands find my hips, gripping tight—but I don’t let him take over. Not yet. I own the kiss, like he owns me. When my tongue drags along the seam of his lips, he exhales sharply and opens for me without hesitation. And god… Beau kisses me like he’s been starving. The second I give him even an inch, his grip tightens, one hand sliding higher along my waist as his mouth moves against mine with more weight, more need.
A low sound rumbles in his chest, vibrating straight through me.
Blindly, I reach to my right and fist Lincoln’s tie. I break my kiss with Beau—smiling inwardly at his groan of disapproval—and tug Lincoln closer. He moves without resistance, eyes locked firmly on mine.
“I like this look on you,” I say as I slowly loosen his tie.
“The suit works for you, huh?”
“On you.” I pull the tie free and toss it onto the bed behind me. “Absolutely.”
Linc groans in response, and I rise onto my toes to kiss him, too. It’s different from my kiss with Beau. Slower. Rougher. I like that I get this side of him. The side that takes what he wants with no remorse. The one that lets every wall down until all I see is a man who feels everything just as deeply as I do.
My fingers curl into the front of his shirt as I hold him there for a moment longer, savoring the way he kisses me. He holds nothing back as he takes my bottom lip between his teeth, and I groan into his mouth at the spark of pain.
Before I can lose myself in him completely, I pull back just enough to catch my breath.
That’s when I feel that one of them has moved behind me.
When I look down to find a strong arm decorated in inked chrysanthemums and pansies, I know it’s my Jas.
He spins me to face him—Lincoln’s hands still lingering at my waist—and a slow, crooked smile tugs at his mouth. “Hey, Red,” he murmurs.
