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Before he can tell me I need to rest, I mumble, “Please?”
His brows pinch in indecision, but I can see how hard he is again, even after spilling in my mouth before. I want him as much as I wanted the others inside me. I may regret all this later when every muscle in my body screams and the embarrassment all catches up, but right now, I want to feel Bry fill me too.
“If you’re too sore or change your mind, please tell me?”
I nod with the little energy I have left. My breath stutters in my chest when he crawls up between my spread legs, dropping soft kisses to the inside of my thighs before he settles himself over me.
Notching at my entrance, there’s a slight pinch as he pushes in. Even after the others have all finished inside me, it’s still a tight fit with how overused and swollen I am.
But crapsicles, it is the best feeling.
Inch by inch, Bry slides inside me. Our pelvises meet, and he rests his forehead against mine, our breaths mingling together. My hands slide up his freckled shoulders, and I tip my hips up into his. He gently loves me. Nothing about it is rushed, but the heat is there all the same. It’s intensely intimate. Our gazes lock on each other as we have this moment just between us.
Still so sensitive, it doesn’t take long for the pleasure to build. It’s not as sharp as the previous ones—my body too wrung out. It’s slow, steady, and warm as it sweeps through me.
I’m present enough through it that I watch as Bry reaches his peak with me this time. The way his lashes flutter, his jaw clenches, and his arms squeeze me tighter as he spills himself inside me.
Once I’ve been cleaned up again and dressed in cosy clothes, and the guys have all returned in their sleepwear, we all climb into bed.
Our bed got upgraded to one large enough that we can all sandwich in and watch the film playing on the TV hanging on the wall. Nate installed it last month. Although he still draws the line at everyone staying the night, it doesn’t make these moments any less perfect.
To have all of us here together, entwined, fills all those invisible cracks that live deep within. The cracks other people left behind.
Because we’ve chosen this.
They’ve shown me that this family fights for one another. They’re here when I fall, when I’m drowning, and when I’m lost in the darkness.
They’re here to laugh with me, to cry with me, and to love with me.
These men are my family, and it’s something I never thought I’d have or even deserve.
I’ll love them forever for proving me wrong and for wanting me for precisely who I am.
Little tease.
Honeybee.
Rosy.
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“You’re playing with fire, Tigrișor.”
Always so cautious. I know what I’m doing.
“Are you sure you know what you’re doing?”
My lips curl at the corners. His concern is familiar and it doesn’t wake the spark that sleeps within me. No, he worries for me, not for the Circ or the Organisation.
He’s right to be concerned. It was a risk for me to tip off the detective, and if Maestru finds out…he’ll be displeased. I’ve done well recently to toe the line and to follow his rules.
At least he thinks I have.
But that spark keeps unfurling with curiosity.
“Tigrișor,” my Păzitor growls.
