The Risk (Kings of Linwood Academy 3)

“It’s a beautiful sunrise, isn’t it?” he murmurs, devouring my skin with languorous strokes of his tongue.

“Mmm…”

I think that noise was supposed to be an agreement, but I’ve already forgotten what the question was. His cock is hardening against me, pressing against my clit as I circle my hips, riding him even though he’s supporting almost all my weight.

When he bites down on the skin of my breast, sucking it into his mouth, my body jerks, my arms flailing for a handhold.

“Fuck! Linc!”

He lifts me back up, and the head rush combined with the spike of arousal in my veins makes me so dizzy I can’t even see straight for a moment. I kiss him hard as all the blood rushes out of my head and straight to my pussy, and a second later, he surges to his feet, holding me in his arms. He reaches out quickly to slide the glass door open, closing it again before setting me down just inside the door.

“It really is a gorgeous fucking sunrise, Low. You don’t want to miss it.”

Before I can regain my equilibrium, he spins me around, then slides his hands along my arms to place my palms against the glass pane of the door. We’re both facing the ocean now, and he’s right—it really is a stunning view.

Too bad I can’t focus on it one bit at the moment.

“Do you realize how beautiful you are like this?” His voice is a low rasp in my ear, and it sends a shiver all the way down to my toes. “Dressed in Chase’s shirt, your gorgeous ass just peeking out, your legs so damn sexy I want to lick all the way up them. I want to lick every fucking inch of you. And you know what? I think I will.”

He leaves my palms on the glass, but as he steps back, he tugs on my hips, pulling my lower half away from the sliding door. I end up bent almost in half, palms sticking to the smooth, clear surface as my breath starts to come faster.

Linc’s hands begin to roam over me, sliding over my hips and massaging my ass, pushing the t-shirt up again to expose my soft blue panties. When his mouth joins his hands, I pull my bottom lip between my teeth, biting down hard to keep from moaning loudly.

I’m not entirely successful though, and as Linc traces the outline of my panties with his tongue, dragging at the fabric with his teeth, I hear soft rustling noises behind us, followed by two appreciative groans.

The twins are awake.

Still clenching my lip between my teeth, I crane my neck to peer over my shoulder at them.

They’re both sitting up in bed, their hair mussed from sleep, their attention focused on me and Linc like lasers. Chase grins at me, and the tilt of his lips is so fucking sexy—boyish and hungry at the same time. He’s shirtless too, and as I watch, he slips a hand beneath the covers, stroking himself as he gazes at me.

I can’t even see his cock, but just the outline of the rhythmic motion of his fist moving under the blanket makes my pussy ache.

They like to watch.

None of them have any interest in each other sexually, but all four of the kings like to watch each other with me. And I like being watched. It’s a different kind of arousal, a different kind of closeness than I’ve ever experienced. There’s something so delicious and debauched about letting them see me like this, letting them see me come undone.

But this isn’t a fucking art museum. I mean, there’s no “look but don’t touch” rule in effect here.

And right now, I really want them to touch.

My gaze flicks from Chase to Dax and back, and I give a slight jerk of my chin, wordlessly inviting them over.

That’s all the invitation they need. They slide out of bed and move toward us, focus still riveted on my ass, which Linc has made sure is on full display. They’re both hard, cocks straining against the constraints of their boxer briefs—the only stitch of clothing either of them is wearing.

When they reach us, they stop on either side of Lincoln, who chooses that moment to latch onto my panties with his teeth and drag them over the curve of my ass, letting them slide down my legs to the floor. Dax and Chase groan again as the room seems to grow several degrees hotter—something that has nothing to do with the rising sun.

“Fucking hell.”

I hear Chase release a breath, and a second later, Lincoln rises to his feet behind me and wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me upright again. I let my head fall back against his shoulder, and now the two of us watch as Chase and Dax move around to stand in front of us. Chase drops to his knees, and a little thrill of anticipation runs through me as Dax steps to one side of him, finding the hem of my shirt.

Linc releases his hold on me long enough to let him tug it over my head, and then Dax lifts my right leg, draping it over his twin’s shoulder. I don’t feel unsteady for a single second as Linc’s body braces mine up and Dax supports me from the side. I could go completely boneless in their arms, and I know I wouldn’t fall.

Good thing too, because the “boneless” thing is a real possibility. I can already feel my breath coming faster as arousal surges through me.

“Morning, Low.”

Dax’s voice still has that just-woke-up rasp to it, and he turns my head to claim a kiss as his brother drags his tongue slowly up my slit. I cry out into his mouth, grinding shamelessly against Chase’s face as the tip of his tongue finds my clit, flicking back and forth in such quick motions that it makes my standing leg shake.