Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 131271 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 656(@200wpm)___ 525(@250wpm)___ 438(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 131271 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 656(@200wpm)___ 525(@250wpm)___ 438(@300wpm)
I’m so close, and Jacob’s thighs are trembling with a loss of control that feels on the verge of breaking us both in two. Shawn speeds his finger on my clit, and heat spills through me, bursting into white light behind my closed eyelids. My pussy spasms, clenching around Jacob’s cock, milking his orgasm from him as he shouts my name. Folding around me, panting hard, sweat-slicked, and gorgeous, he laughs, and the sound is so bright and pure that it takes me by surprise.
Surrounded by them, touched and cherished in ways that go beyond physical, I feel tears prick at the corners of my eyes. Not from sadness but from something far more overwhelming; a joy so profound it leaves me trembling.
“Riley,” Hayes whispers against my ear. “Are you okay?”
I nod, but the tears spill over anyway, streaking down my cheeks. “Yes,” I manage, my voice thick with emotion. “It’s just… I love you. I love you all so much.”
Jacob slows his movements, his hands gentle as they trace my sides. “We love you, too, Riley.”
“We love you,” Shawn echoes, kissing me.
“You’re ours,” Hayes confirms, his words undoing me completely. The tears flow freely now, and Shawn presses a kiss to my forehead while Hayes strokes my hair, murmuring soothing words that wrap around me like a warm shawl on a cold night.
When Jacob finally pulls me back against his chest, his arms wrapping around me tightly, I let out a shaky breath, feeling safe and complete in a way I never have before.
The love in their eyes and fingertips confirms the truth in their words. Jacob presses a soft kiss to my shoulder, his hands still steady on my waist as he holds me close, his breathing ragged against my ear. His chest rises and falls in time with mine, both of us lost in the aftershocks of the moment.
But as his grip loosens and he pulls back slightly, I feel Hayes shift beside me. His hands skim over my thighs, strong but gentle, guiding me as he moves into place. His eyes lock on mine, searching for permission, for trust. I nod, my lips parting as he kisses me, slow and deep, stealing what little breath I have left.
“Let me take care of you,” Hayes murmurs, his voice rough but tender.
Jacob moves to the side, his lips brushing my temple as he steps away, letting Hayes take over. Hayes grips my hips, his touch firm but steady as he lowers himself inside me. The stretch is different and fuller, and a gasp escapes my lips as he moves slowly, giving me time to adjust.
“God, Riley.” His forehead rests against mine as he starts to move. His pace is measured and deliberate, every thrust hitting a place that makes me arch into him, seeking more. His hands roam over my body like he’s trying to memorize every inch of me, his lips trailing kisses along my jaw and down to my throat.
Shawn watches from beside us, his eyes dark with heat, his cock achingly hard as he strokes himself. When Hayes’ thrusts grow deeper and more urgent, Shawn leans in, his lips brushing mine in a kiss that’s all hunger, fire, and impatience.
“You’re so beautiful,” Shawn whispers against my lips, his voice thick with need.
Hayes’ breath hitches, his rhythm faltering as he groans low in his throat. His grip tightens on my hips as I come with the intensity of a whip-crack, and with one final thrust, his body shudders against mine, his release pulling a moan from deep within him.
As Hayes leans back, his lips pressing a soft kiss to my forehead, Shawn moves in. He cups my face, his grin teasing but his eyes full of something deeper, something softer.
“My turn,” he murmurs, positioning himself between my legs.
Shawn slides inside me with one smooth stroke, the angle sending a bolt of pleasure straight through me. He’s less restrained than Hayes, his pace faster, his movements full of raw, unfiltered desire. He grins down at me as he thrusts, his hands braced on either side of my head, biceps flexing.
“You’re perfect,” he says, his voice low and rough. “Absolutely fucking perfect.”
And I feel it. For the first time, I truly feel like I’m exactly who I’m meant to be.
I arch into him, meeting his rhythm with a need that matches his own. Shawn’s hand slips between us, his thumb brushing over my clit in slow, teasing circles that make me cry out, my body tightening around him.
“That’s it,” he groans, his movements growing erratic as he chases his release. “Just like that, Riley.”
With one final thrust, Shawn stills, his jaw clenched, and his eyes squeezed shut as he comes, his body trembling against mine. He collapses beside me, his arms pulling me close as he presses a kiss to my temple, his breath warm against my skin.