Beau pinches my nipple harder. “These tits…”
Jasper’s hand strokes the skin along my stomach again. “This body…”
I can feel my release barreling toward me as their words brand me.
“So beautiful, Abigail.” I look down at Beau and know he’s as close as I am. He nods up at me as I stare at him. “Come for us.”
“Milk our cocks, Red,” Jasper snarls in my ear.
And that’s it.
I’m done.
Lost in the abyss of what it means to be theirs.
When I open my mouth to scream, I’m not entirely sure if any sound comes out. But I don’t care.
I lose myself in the pleasure as my pussy pulses around them. And when my body stills—wound too tight as wave after wave of my release crashes into me—Beau and Jasper fuck me with hard and shallow thrusts. It only takes a few more moments before Jasper pulls his cock free and spills his release all over my ass. A second later, evidence of Beau’s orgasm fills me.
We stay like that for a few long moments. The last tremors of pleasure fade into something softer, something warm and heavy that lingers inside my chest. Jasper’s hand moves slowly over my skin. Beau keeps both hands on my waist, thumbs tracing absent circles on my skin.
Eventually, Lawson speaks first. His voice is low as he walks over and brushes my hair from my face as I try to regain my breath. “You doing alright, Honey?” His eyes search mine—filled with nothing but unyielding love.
Lincoln stands next to him. Leaning in, he presses a gentle kiss on my shoulder before murmuring, “We didn’t push too far, did we?” His hand rests along the top of my stomach—firm, protective, but careful.
Jasper, still behind me, places a firm kiss on the back of my head. “You’re okay,” he says more than asks.
I smile and nod. “I’m okay.”
Beau exhales heavily before lifting my hand and bringing it to his lips to press a kiss to the center of my palm. “You’re perfect.”
Slowly, all four of them help me clean up, their movements unhurried and attentive, like none of them want to break the quiet softness that’s now settled over us.
Once everything is done, they guide me back into my bed, folding around me. Right where we belong. My body feels heavy in the best way as sleep presses in. Soft and insistent. Despite it only being the early hours of the afternoon.
Jasper presses a kiss to my temple. “I love you,” he murmurs.
Beau shifts a little closer, molding his body as close as possible. “I love all of you…” Jasper snorts. “Shut up. I just mean… I love this.Us.”
Lawson settles in. “Me too.”
Lincoln’s hand finds mine from where he lies, squeezing once. “We made ourselves a pretty good family, didn’t we?”
My eyes flutter closed, and the last thing I say before sleep finally takes me is, “Yeah… we really did.”
Chapter forty-two
Abigail
Iblinkagainstthelightthat filters through the curtains as I rouse from what feels like a coma.
My arms stretch out across the mattress to find it empty.
“…Okay,” I mumble into the pillow, voice rough with sleep. “Rude.”
I push myself up on my elbows, hair falling into my face as I scan the room properly now.
In the corner of my room, I spot something draped over my chair. My brows lift slightly as I swing my legs out of bed. The hardwood is cold against my bare feet as I make my way over.
