“I love you, Kyra,” he said.
“Oh, Rowan,” I said, smiling. “I love you, too.”
I brought his face to my lips while our tongues slowly connected. I could feel his cock trembling, begging to be inside of me as it dripped onto the skin of my thigh. I rolled my hips against his, pulling a groan from his throat that mine swallowed down before he lined himself up with my entrance.
But I saw him look above my head just before he slid right in.
“Ready?” he asked.
“Who are you talking to—”
He slammed himself into me just as someone’s hands came down onto my wrists. My arms were pinned above my head as Rowan tossed my legs over his shoulders, bending me in half while I cried out in ecstasy. I could feel Owen’s calloused fingers gripping me tightly and all I could do was moan and writhe.
Rowan pounded into my dripping pussy while juices flowed down my skin. My body folded in half for him while my legs hooked around his shoulders.
“Holy shit. Oh yes. Fuck! Rowan!”
Rowan smiled at my sounds while my pussy fluttered around him and, soon, I was coming on his cock while he rocked against my hips.
“Oh yes. Milk that dick, Kyra. Just like I know you can.”
I felt my body pulling him deeper and deeper into its vice grip. I could see the look in his eyes while he bit down onto his lip. His hips were stuttering while my pussy was throbbing and it was all I could do to keep from crying tears of wanton desperation.
There was nothing more I wanted in this very moment than my Lost Boys and I knew I would never look back and regret the decision I’d made with them.
“Kyra. Kyra. Shit, just like that. Don’t move. Let me… Please… just a little…”
Rowan dipped his face into my breasts and grunted out his orgasm. I felt Owen releasing my wrists so I could hold him close, my legs sliding off his shoulders as he came deep within me. I was shaking underneath him, trying to catch my breath while Rowan covered my bosom in warm, wet kisses.
“I love you so much,” he said, whispering.
“I love you, too, Rowan.”
The moment Rowan rolled over, I felt Blake descend onto my lips. His glasses slid down his nose and I peeled them back from his face so I could look into his beautiful hazel eyes. His hands slowly rolled me over to the side before he sank down beside me, grasping my leg and pulling it back over his.
My body was shaking with exhaustion while he peppered my shoulder with kisses.
“In vain have I struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you.”
A smile rolled across my lips as he placed a small kiss to the shell of my ear. The way Blake quoted books to me was unlike anything I’d ever experienced and as he slowly slipped into me, the words tumbled from my lips.
“I love you, too, Blake.”
Slowly and delicately, he slid in and out of me. It was unrushed and gentle. Caring and sweet. His hands roamed my body, drawing from me giggles while he kissed every inch of my skin he could get to. I felt beautiful in his arms, just like I did with all the other brothers, but there was a gentle care to his demeanor that I was innately drawn to.
It was one of the many things I loved about Blake Trent.
I felt his fingertips slip between my pussy folds, his fingers playing with my swollen clit. I bucked back into him deeply, our motions growing bigger and stronger while he held my back close to his chest. I could hear Blake’s panting in my ear and it shivered my entire body, raising goosebumps on my skin while his dick dove deeply into my depths.
I could feel my clit swelling underneath his fingertips and, soon, I was brought to an orgasm that completely took me by surprise.
“Oh my gosh. Blake. Just like that. Please.”
I felt him smile into my skin as he slid himself into me one last time. His climax was tender. Quiet. His sounds were muffled by my neck as I slid my hands back into his light brown hair. I pulled him close to me, my head cocking off to the side so I could capture his lips.
I felt his stream of come flowing from between my legs, soaking my thighs while his hands massaged my breasts.
I felt him pull from my body before a pair of hands rolled me over onto my stomach. I felt my hips being lifted into the air, my body vibrating with pleasure beyond my wildest dreams. The moment Harper’s lips pressed into my back, I knew exactly who it was. I could smell his earthy cologne and feel the slight chap of his lips that were never really smooth, but always so inviting. He chewed on them when he got nervous, a habit I’d always known him to have, and I’d come to associate his slightly-chapped lips with comfort.