Whatever information is on that hard drive.
“Come on, sweetheart.” Jack doesn’t relinquish my hand as he grabs his overnight bag and leads me up the stairs.
“Where are we going?” I glance back to find the others carrying things into the living room. My gaze collides with Nico’s. His eyes look a little strained. He probably needs pain meds.
Eli is behind him with a glass of water and bottle. They’ll take care of him.
Everyone I love is here. Well except my mom and Kenz. But my guys are here and we’re going to have tonight to ourselves. Jack squeezes my hand, and I continue after him.
The house is old but well-kept. Everything is clean, but there’s shrouds on some of the furniture.
Jack opens a door to a huge master suite. The bed is massive, definitely almost as big as Caden’s. Jack releases me, and I explore the room while he puts his bag in the corner. The bathroom is marble with gold accents. It’s huge with a soaker tub big enough to hold at least three grown men. The shower is also big enough for all of us to fit.
My insides heat and I brush my fingers over my lips. Not long ago I would have been horrified to be trapped on an estate in the middle of nowhere with the horsemen. Now anticipation floods my belly. Even though I know we have other things to do. I want to show each of them my love.
Jack steps up behind me. I lift my gaze to his in the mirror over the counter. He wraps his arms around my waist and lowers his face into my hair, inhaling deeply. His heat surrounds me.
“I love the way you smell.” He kisses my head. “Every inch of you was made to be loved, sweetheart.”
My heart feels too big for my chest. I cover his hands with my own. “I love you, Jack. You’ve let me lead when the others take over. I don’t know if you realize how much I needed that from you.”
“We come on like the end times. Fast and overwhelming.” He smirks. “We’re a lot. I didn’t know how all this would work out, but I’m glad you were our last, Harper. I give them brotherly love, but you give them something I can’t. They need your love so fucking much.”
I turn in his arms and search his vivid blue eyes. I wish we had more time, but we need to get busy with work. There’s so much I have to tell them about. “We should get back downstairs. They’re probably waiting for us.”
He smirks and steps back, closing and locking the door. “Let them wait a little, sweetheart.”
My skin tightens and my pulse races as he picks me up and sets me on the counter. He rests his hands on either side of myhips and lowers his head so we’re perfectly aligned: eye to eye, mouth to mouth.
“I love you, Harper. You make this work. You bring us closer together without tearing us apart. I would want you even if it was just the two of us. No one else compares to you.”
I cup his jaw and breathe in his crisp apple scent. “You take care of me and make it so fucking easy to love you, Jack. Without you, we’d all be stumbling in the dark, afraid to make the next move. You say I’m the one who makes this work, but you do too. You hold us together when we want to fall apart. I love you.”
I lean in and take his lips with mine. It’s a soft dance of tongues and lips. I tug at his sweatshirt and he slips it off while I take off my shirt. Urgency flows through me. I need him. I need to feel his skin against mine. His cock buried deep inside me, connecting us, making us one. He reaches behind me and releases my bra.
It joins the rest of the clothes on the floor as our lips collide again. He draws me in tight against him, and I gasp at the feel of his warm skin brushing against mine. My nipples pebble against his chest.
Out of my guys, Jack is probably the easiest to love and the easiest to overlook, but he’s also the softest. He knows how to love and gives it freely.
He grabs my hips and pulls me in tight, so his hard cock presses against my pussy through two layers of jeans. It’s all I can do not to demand he take everything off.
Instead, I push him back, and he lets me slide off the counter. He cups my breasts as he reclaims my lips. I whimper at the flow of heat within me, threatening to consume me.
I work on his fly as he glides his hands down my ribs, sending shivers through me. I’m so ready for him that my hands shake. He finds my buttons and works on releasing them. We push each other’s jeans down as far as we can.
He slides his hand between my legs and presses against my clit through my panties. I suck in a harsh breath as I slide my hand into his boxers and stroke his cock.
“You were the first cock I saw.” I tip my chin up as he kisses my neck. His hand slides beneath my panties and strokes my clit, keying me up. “It was so hot to watch you jerk off to me.”
“Fuck, sweetheart. I’m lucky I didn’t blow when you dropped that towel. You were the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” He pushes his fingers inside me, and I tremble against him, slipping my thumb over the tip of his cock. “Always so fucking wet for me. Every time I fuck my fist, I think of your pink cheeks. The way your pink lips parted and your tongue darted out like you wanted to taste me. Your nipples were so fucking hard and ready to be touched, loved, sucked.”
His words are driving me even higher as he works his fingers in and out of me, teasing me, playing with my clit before thrusting back inside.
I draw in a breath, needing to tell him.
“I wanted you in that moment. I wanted all of you. I didn’t understand what that meant or how it would happen, but I knew in that moment you had me. It was only a matter of time.” I gasp as he nibbles on my collarbone.
“If we had more time now, I’d spend all night making love to you, sweetheart.” He lifts his head and our gazes collide. I arch an eyebrow and shove his boxers down. I grab the sides of my panties and sweep them to my knees. Both of us have our jeans still wrapped around our knees. But I don’t give a fuck.
