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He’s inside me, and I cling to that knowledge. It’s what I’ve wanted more than anything these past few days. A part of me wants to cry because I’ve been terrified that this would never happen again. Reed and his sons mean everything to me, but not as a stepfather or stepbrothers. They’re my lovers. My soulmates. The men I want to spend my life with, however strange that may seem to outsiders.
A tear trickles from my eye, and he leans over my back to wipe it away. He brushes his thumb down my cheek, swiping away the tear, then lifts it to his mouth to suck off the salt. The movement changes the angle of his cock in my ass, and I moan.
He notices. “That felt good, baby-girl, didn’t it?”
I nod.
He starts to rock his hips. The movement is slight, but my clit tingles, and the pain I’d experienced while he was forcing himself inside me fades.
He gives a guttural growl as he moves inside me, taking it super slow, still letting me get used to him.
“Tell me to fuck your ass, baby.”
“Fuck my ass, Daddy. Do it. I’m sorry I cried.”
“I like to see you cry. Do you know why? It means you’re being honest about your feelings. There’s no wall up or pretense that you’re strong or being hard. I can trust those tears. They’re real.”
He reaches beneath my body to play with my clit. His first touch sends sparks through me, and I moan again, throaty and raw. He only applies pressure, giving me something to rub up against, like a goddamned cat in heat. But the combination of his touch, and his cock shunted deep in my ass, is driving me wild. I wriggle and buck, and I can tell he’s loving it. He loves having this much control over my body. One moment, I was begging him to stop, and the next I’m using him like a strap-on.
“Tell me what you want me to do. Say it how I like it.”
“Rub my clit, Daddy. Make me come.”
I feel so filthy saying those words, but they turn me on so much, and I can tell it has the same effect on Reed.
He’s moving faster now; we both are. I’m matching him with every stroke of his cock, pushing back on him, wanting more. Our bodies slam together, and I know I’m going to climax at any moment.
“I’m going to come inside your ass, baby,” he growls. “I’m going to fill your pretty ass up with my cum.”
I climax, my body convulsing, and Reed releases himself in a hot rush inside me. I let out another sob, but it’s because I’m overwhelmed and relieved, not because I’m sad.
He gathers me up in his arms, pressing kisses to my neck and shoulder, holding me tight.
“Are we okay?” I ask him, desperate for reassurance. “Will you tell the boys that we’re all together again?”
“Yes,” he says. “I’ll tell them. From now on, we’re all with you.”
Chapter Forty-Three
Laney
IT’S EARLY MORNING, and we step down the cabin’s porch steps and onto the ground.
We’ve gathered as much as we can carry, including bottles of boiled water, dried rabbit jerky, and blankets to keep us warm. We also have what we need to trap animals, fish, and light fires. We might not have the comfort or convenience of the cabin, but it’s enough to ensure our survival.
What will we find upriver? Are our theories correct and whoever owns the cabin reached it this way? I want to find civilization, don’t I?
My feelings are mixed.
Yes, I want to have hot running water, and be able to order pizza, and I’d kill for some new clothes, but I’m worried about what will happen when we’re back in normal society. The media storm around Darius is going to be huge. We’ll have every reporter on us, the general public will use their phones to take photos and videos of us, and everyone will be asking questions about how we survived.
I don’t want to share Darius with all those faceless fans.
I’m worried about Cade, too. If he owes people money, will they come after him? Darius has already said he’ll pay them what Cade owes, but will Cade be strong enough not to gamble again? It’s an addiction.
Then there’s Reed.
He’s worried that people will find out what happened between us. Will they believe I was eighteen before anythinghappened? They most likely won’t even care. It’ll just be a reason to crucify him. Plus, I know neither of us wants this to end. We don’t want to be apart. Any of us. But questions will be asked, and all it takes is for one member of a hotel staff to see something they shouldn’t, or notice which bed I’ve been sleeping in, for word to spread.
