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“Please, move Oliver. You feel so good inside me,”I begged.
His fingers dug into my ass as he carefully swung his hips, his pelvis rubbing against me in the most delicious way. I dug my heels into him, urging him on faster, but he wouldn’t be rushed. He kissed across my cheek, to my ear and to the sensitive spot behind it. I shivered as my nipples rubbed against his chest.
Oliver didn’t slow, continuing with the pace he wanted as he fucked me against the shower wall. My moans were echoing throughout the room, and I knew the other three could hear me in the bedroom. But they didn’t try to intrude, as if they knew we needed this alone time to reconnect on our own.
He was deep inside me when he growled into my ear.“Touch yourself, baby.”
I released his shoulder with one hand and slid it between us, finding my nub. It was so incredibly sensitive, almost painfully so, and I wasn’t sure I could orgasm again. But Oliver was determined. He lifted me slightly higher, so he could reach my nipples, and sucked one into his mouth. His teeth scraped the taunt bud before he switched to the other side.
“Make yourself cum on my cock. I want to fill you so badly.”Oliver groaned against my neck.
I knew he was getting close because his thrusts were becoming harder and I wanted to cum with him. I pressed down harder on my clit, sending a jolt of pleasure through my core,just as Oliver changed his angle again and his thrusts became more forceful.
“Oh god, baby, just like that.”The words tumbled from my mouth and I wasn’t sure I was even coherent.
I pinched my nub and felt the crest of erotic pleasure flow through me. I screamed out as the orgasm made me clench down on Oliver. He bellowed his own release, and I could feel him spurting deep inside me. He buried his face in my neck for a long moment before letting his cock slide out of me.
“I love you, Brooklyn.”
“I love you, too,”I immediately replied.
Relationships, communication, love. They were all things I knew little about. I had gone most of my life believing I wasn’t good enough for anyone. Even therapy only made me feel good in my own skin, which was an improvement. What I did know was when I was with Oliver, my heart alternated between thudding in my chest or stopping. I knew when he touched me, it felt like he did so with reverence. When I wasn’t with him, he was always on my mind.
With soft hands, Oliver cleaned my body, dipping between my legs to clear away all the remnants of our activities. I leaned back under the water, my breasts pressing against him as he rinsed my hair of the conditioner he had massaged in. Even the task of getting clean felt hot with Oliver in the shower with me. But I was well spent and ready for bed by the time we were done getting clean.
He wrapped a fluffy white towel around me and I quickly towel dried my hair. Oliver stood next to me, towel slung low on his hips, watching me in the mirror. I stopped and turned to look at him.
“What?”
“You’re beautiful.”
I smiled wryly and looked at myself in the mirror. Healing bruises ringed my neck, dotted my face and chest. I tried not to think too hard about where those marks came from. It was definitely not the vision of beauty I wanted to be. But I wasn’t going to argue with Oliver. If I was beautiful in his eyes, that was good enough for me at the moment.
We joined the other three in the bedroom. I carefully climbed over Jaxon, to lie between him and Aiden. Gideon reached over Aiden to squeeze my hip as I got comfortable with my head on Aiden’s chest. Jaxon spooned me from behind. Oliver leaned over to give me a kiss on the shoulder before getting comfortable behind Jaxon.
“Jaxon, can I be the big spoon?”Oliver asked.
Jaxon didn’t answer, just grumbled and buried his face into my hair.
In the middle of my bed, surrounded by the skin and smells of all four of my men, I found a contentment that I had searched for in my life. My heart slowed and calm blanketed us all. Aiden’s breathing slowed under my ear, and I knew he was falling asleep. Gideon had shifted and I could see him with his arm over his face, just like he always slept. Jaxon’s grip on me hadn’t loosened, but I wasn’t sure he would, even once he fell asleep. Oliver reached over to massage my hip, before he also started to doze.
I couldn’t imagine a better way to fall asleep, to live, to love. Only good dreams would come, as my men would keep the nightmares at bay.
Chapter
Forty-Nine
Cain
Pouring another shot of whiskey,I sat at the kitchen island, getting sloppy drunk. I hadn’t realized that not being with Brooklyn, while the Knights were, would make me feel a depression I didn’t know I was capable of. I hadn’t touched her, except in non-sexual ways. But I was feeling some sort ofhole in me that I had never tried to fill. And now that hole felt like a crater, growing by each moment.
Her muffled cries filtered downstairs as Ash wandered back into the kitchen. She froze and turned her head toward the stairs for a moment before laughing. The sound cut off when she turned and saw the state I was in.
“Maybe slow down on that?”
“Nah, I don’t think I will.”My words came out clearly in my mind, though I was sure they were slurred.
She went to the fridge and pulled out a bottle of water before turning to study me.
