"It's better than okay," I said. So much better. Okay wasn't even in the building. Okay was back on the interstate, out of fuel, with a flat tire or two. This was amazing, with a heaping dose of perfect.
I leaned back and wrapped my legs around him, my heels pressing into his firm ass. He ran his hands up and down my legs and over my stomach, up to my breasts where he rolled my nipples between his thumb and forefinger.
"So fucking beautiful. I'm the luckiest guy on the face of the planet right now."
He started to move slowly, easing in and out of me, still watching, always making sure I was all right, before he pushed back in.
"You feel so fucking good," he whispered. "I'm ninety-nine point nine percent sure you were made for me."
I snorted softly. "What's the other zero point one percent?"
"It's a tiny sliver of doubt I'm not good enough for you," he admitted. "Don't worry, my ego is healthy enough to admit we're good enough for each other."
"Of course it is," I said teasingly. That was one of the things I loved about him.
Wait, did I just think the L word? Apparently I had.
To my surprise, I wasn't freaking out about it either. I'd never been in love before, and now I had three men I could easily fall in love with. Three men that seemed happy to continue with this situation, sharing me. Being with me. Protecting me.
Possessing me and being possessed in return. All in, no matter what happened in the future.
"Most people would have rolled their eyes at me," he said. "You're definitelynotmost people."
I'd met enough people in my twenty-five years of life to be grateful for that.
When you think about it, it's strange to have spent so much time worrying about what people thought of us. As far as I could tell, most of them were a long way from having their shit together, much less being qualified to judge people for theirs.
Whatever, I didn't want to think about 'most people' right now, just me and Leif.
He must have seen that on my face because he laughed between thrusts.
"Is this where you tell me to be a good boy again?" he asked, pretending to be shy and fluttering his eyelashes.
"Do you want me to?" I gripped him tighter with my legs.
"Mmm, so much," he murmured.
"Then be a good boy and come inside me." Those were also words I never thought I'd say, but they were natural. Comfortable.
What was it about him and the others? They made me feel things I never thought possible. Strong. Bold. Desirable. Whatever their magic was, I wanted, needed more of it. It was like a drug, intoxicating and addictive.
Leif swallowed, his Adam's apple rising and falling slowly.
"God, yes." He clenched his teeth together, scrunched up his face, and came hard. Grunting and groaning as he spilled himself into my body.
"Good boy," I whispered. "So good."
He flopped forward, panting. "If you keep saying that, I'm going to get hard again in about thirty seconds."
"You think I'd mind?" I teased.
"You should mind. It's your turn." He eased his cock out of me, lowered his face, and started to clean me up with his tongue.
CHAPTER 21
SABLE
Woody thanked the food delivery person with a grunt and carried the bags over to drop them on the table with a plop. Without a glance at any of us, he started to pass out boxes of food.