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“Well.” One corner of his mouth curves up in a sexy grin. “That was better than I remembered.”
I laugh softly. I feel more drunk now than I did when we came in here, and I think it’s as much the booze as it is the feeling of satisfaction that’s radiating through me.
“Yeah,” I murmur as Lucas presses a kiss to the side of my head. “It was.”
19
Lucas
I think my dick is officially wrecked.
Officially owned.
I don’t have any clue what’s gonna happen with the four of us and Grace, what kind of future any of us could have with her. But I know I don’t want anyone else, and I never fucking will.
Grace is everything I’ve ever wanted in a woman. She’s fierce and determined, loyal and smart as fuck.
And sexy. So fucking sexy.
It takes all my willpower not to blurt out every one of my post-orgasm thoughts as I kiss her temple again, trailing a path with my lips down the side of her face and over the curve of her jaw. I want to whisper in her ear how amazing she is, how she’s ruined me for all other women. But I’m afraid if I tell her that shit, I’ll scare her off. She’s still learning to trust us, and if we’re ever gonna have a shot at anything real, we can’t push her into anything. Not even a little.
All we can do is show her what she means to us and try to make her understand that even if she was once our prisoner, we want something different now. No matter how complicated it might be, we want her to be one of us.
With a low growl, I turn her head and claim her lips in a kiss before Zaid helps her off my lap. He grabs some tissues from a box on the desk in the corner, and we help her clean up before he pulls her panties from his pocket and goes down on one knee, holding them out like they’re a pair of glass slippers.
She laughs as she delicately steps into them, but her laugh turns into a moan as he drags them up her legs. Judging by the length of time he has his hands up her dress, he’s doing more than just helping her get her panties back on.
She lets out a sexy little moan, and my brother chuckles. He finally pulls his hands out from beneath her dress, sliding them all the way down to her calves before he releases her and stands up.
“Come here, princess.” I tug Grace toward me until our bodies are flush up against each other. “Let’s fix this real quick.”
She watches through hooded eyes as I wet my thumb, running it under her swollen lips, bringing the crimson lipstick back to perfection. Her plump lips are an even deeper shade of red than they were before, love bitten and pouting already.
“Much better,” I murmur, my voice rough.
The party’s probably starting to wind down outside. I don’t think there’s time for another round, but I’m definitely considering it.
She seems to read my thoughts. Her lips part slightly, her body melting against mine. Zaid groans, coming up behind her and shifting her hair over one shoulder to trail kisses down her neck. She squirms and presses back against him, still clinging to me.
Fuck. I just had her, and I already want her again. She’s addictive as hell, and if I thought this would get her out of my system, I couldn’t have been more wrong.
Not that I want her out of my system. I’m done pretending I want Grace anywhere but in my bed, in my life—in my heart. That’s where she fucking belongs, and if she’s carved out a space in my brother’s heart too, or in Hale and Ciro’s, then we’ll just have to figure it out.
Maybe, just maybe, there’s room enough in her heart for all of us. It almost seems like too much to hope for after the entirely fucked up beginning we all had. How could she ever come to love one of us after we stole her from her old life and got her mixed up in all of our shit, let alone all four of us?
Unaware of my thoughts, Grace rises up onto her tiptoes and kisses me again. I grip her hips tightly, kissing her back with everything in me. In this moment, it feels like maybe the impossible could actually happen. Because I don’t feel any hesitation, distrust, or coldness in her kiss.
Just warmth.
Sweetness.
Grace.
She grinds against me a little, and it’s a tempting-as-fuck invitation, but the last thing I want to do is get caught in here. It would ruin the moment, and although I don’t give a fuck if the entire syndicate knows how badly I want Grace, I don’t want her to be embarrassed. I don’t want her to feel like what happened between the three of us was about anything but us.
So I kiss her once more and then regretfully pull away, shaking my head. “Shit’s probably winding down out there. We better go find Hale and Ciro.”
The disappointed look in her eyes is a boost to my ego, but she nods, biting her lip. “Yeah, you’re probably right.” She glances at our surroundings, biting her bottom lip as she grins. “I can’t believe we did that. In here.”
