Once my thumb is buried inside, I pull it out, then add two fingers, pushing in, scissoring, opening him up and making sure he’s ready for me. I want him to enjoy this, to become addicted to it. And because the sight is making my mouth water all over again, I bend down to taste him again.
I love the raw taste of him.
Spence chuckles, shaking his head at my antics.
Coating my dick in lube, then slowly rubbing it up and down my shaft, I line up my head with his ass and stop.
“Look at me.” We’re closer now, his body bent a little more, his dick throbbing as it lies on his stomach. “Look at us. It’s taken us a long fucking time to get here, Spence. The second my dick is buried inside your ass, there will be no turning back. This will be our life. Together, unmovable. Un-fucking-shakable.” Not that I would have let him leave before, but he needs to hear this. “I’m not going anywhere, neither is Parker. And neither are you. You get what I’m saying?”
“Yes. This is it.” He nods, a small smile at the corners of his mouth.
“Damn straight. And, Spence?”
“Yes?”
I push inside him, slow and deep until the head of my dick is as far as the base will allow, my balls pressing against his tail bone. Then I press his thighs against my chest, ready to pummel him. Hell, I’ve been ready for years.
“I love you, too.” From the inside, I feel his entire body tense, then immediately let go, relaxing like a spring let loose.
“I heard that!” Fucking Parker. “I love you both, too!” How flawless is she for us?
From then, I thrust in and out of Spencer’s ass, his moans growing louder and louder, his grunts with every deep drive inside him only fueling the fire in my lower belly. I want him so fucking much it hurts.
The entire room smells of our sex, sounds of skin against skin echoing all around us. There’s no other music, no annoying brothers yelling in the halls. It’s just us. The fucking, the guttural expressions of our pleasure.
Once I’m close, I wrap my hand around his steel-hard dick and let him fuck my palm while I pound his ass.
“Gonna come!” His warning is barely audible, like he’s formed words from the air being pushed out through his lungs every time I bottom out.
“Yes, me too.”
I ram him once, then again for good measure, trying to challenge myself, wanting to last longer than him on principle.
At the first jet of cum flying from the tip of his cock, I let myself go. Pushing down as far as I can, I hold myself up on his chest and give him a few shallow pumps as I empty myself with a surprising amount of satisfaction at knowing I came less than thirty minutes ago.
His body is coated in his own cum and I can’t help but give it a taste. With my dick still buried in him, I lap up his orgasm and savor every drop before grinning at him like a fucking idiot.
“Best proteins come for free.” We both laugh out right at my stupid-ass jokes, and when I fall on top of his chest, we kiss like we’ve never kissed before.
And maybe that’s it. This is a new beginning for us. The kiss of our new life together.
An hour, two showers, and a greasy snack later, we’re exhausted.
In all different states of dress—me naked, Parker with her bra and underwear on, and Spencer in his boxer briefs—we lie on the bed.
I’ve got the loves of my life on either side of me, each with a leg on my thigh as they hold hands at the center of my chest. As I look up at the ceiling, my arms around their shoulders, I realize for the first time in my life…
“I’ve never been happier than I am right now.” And I fucking mean every word.
Until, that is, a long string of screams wakes me—us—from the dead of sleep.
Chapter Thirty-Five
Spencer
Five minutes until the end of the shift and I’m praying to a God I don’t believe in that there are no call-outs. The paperwork is all finished, Salem is flirting with the firemen in the kitchen, and it’s been a typical quiet Sunday—which is a relief because Mia’s nightmares have become vocal. To the point that I’ve spent at least half of this shift texting my pod to reassure them that Mia will be okay every time she screams herself awake.
Dolphins…