Jackson’s erection grew impossibly hard; red and straining. His thumb spread the fluid at the tip, his other hand gripped the side of the bed. Jaw tight to keep quiet. His blue eyes narrowed and glazed, never lifting from mine. His lips parted and occasionally his tongue flicked out over his bottom lip. He was beautiful; red-cheeked and overcome. Oliver’s hand moved from my belly to my breast, tugging and pulling at my nipple. His breathing increased, our motions grew erratic. He tried to stay quiet, breath hot against my back. The coil of desire tightened, every nerve a live wire. Jackson’s hand pumped faster, quicker, harder, and his jaw nearly snapped under the pressure.
“Fuck,” Oliver mumbles against my skin. “Fuck, Heaven.”
I cried out silently, consumed by all of it. Everything. I bit my bottom lip and gripped Oliver’s hand, hearing his low groan rumble in my ears as he spilled inside of me. My eyes never left Jackson’s until he shoved his face in the pillow and came hard by his own hand.
He quietly wrapped his shorts around the mess and lifted the blanket back over his heaving chest before giving me a sly wink. I steadied my own breathing and felt Oliver’s forehead on my back as he pulled himself together. Jackson rolled over, turning to face the wall, shoulders heaving silently. I blinked, wondering what the hell just happened other than the fact I’d never experienced something quite so arousing.
Oliver tugged me to his sweaty chest and kissed my neck. “You were quieter than I expected,” he said, wrapping his arms around my waist. “I thought for a minute we were going to wake him up.”
I turned to face him. “Would you have stopped if he did?”
“Hell no,” he laughed. “Jax is a pervert, he’ll be pissed to find out we had sex next to him and he didn’t realize it. That fucker would totally want to join in.”
Oh, I had no doubt about that. Not anymore. I looked up at him. “Would that be so bad?”
His breath caught and he raised an eyebrow. “Is that something you want?”
“Maybe.” I shrugged. Feeling the love and intensity from one of my guys was a lot to handle. I didn’t need more, but want? Yeah, it could be something to explore.
“We’ll talk about it,” he said, wrapping his arms around me. “With everyone, but babe, if you bring that up you better be ready for the response.”
I smiled into his chest. “I know. Trust me. I know.”
He settled down, tired from a long day, and fell asleep quickly. My heart continued to race, long after his breathing slowed. I carefully extracted myself from his arms and tiptoed across the room to the tiny bathroom they shared with the guys next door. I’d just cleaned up when a shadow crossed the threshold. I spun, crashing into Jackson’s strong, solid chest.
“Just wanted to kiss you goodnight,” he said, linking his fingers with mine and pulling me close.
“Sure you deserve it?” I asked. “You’re a naughty boy.”
He smiled against my mouth. “You like me that way.”
I did. I really, really did.
He kissed me goodnight and tucked me back in bed, tight in the arms of his best friend and roommate. In a few moments I was surrounded by the soft snores of these men, never feeling so safe, so close, to anyone in my life.
I snuggled against him, feeling the wave of exhaustion setting in, and looked at Jackson’s pretty face—there were worse things to see before falling asleep. Once again, I was reminded of the uniqueness of this relationship. If there was one thing the Allendale Four had taught me, it was that there was more than one way to love.