The Lie (Kings of Linwood Academy 2)

er when they’re around. Like there were parts of me missing before I met them that I’m not sure I could live without now. And it’s terrifying to think of risking that, of taking the leap into something bigger and deeper than what we already have.

Because what if it all comes crumbling down?

Or what if it doesn’t?

What if this is the beginning of something incredible?

Those are all thoughts that filter through my brain even as my body moves like it’s got a will of its own. Unhampered by my mind’s fears and doubts, my fingers find the hem of River’s soft t-shirt and pull it up over his head. The sculpted muscles I ran my hands over last night are all there, still as gorgeous as ever, still begging for my touch.

Before I can reach for them though, River is lifting my tank top, dragging it up and off my body, and then he crawls up on the bed to settle between my legs. I lay back against the mattress as he kisses me again, and I can’t believe this is happening, but I sure as fuck don’t want to stop it.

My breasts are pressed against his chest, and I can feel him hard and hot between my legs. My panties are damp, and the feel of him rocking against my clit just makes me wetter.

When he pulls away, I’m breathing hard. I watch him crawl lower, peeling off my pajama bottoms and panties as he goes, and it’s like all the sexual tension that built up between us last night is pressing against my skin, demanding release.

He drops kisses all across my stomach, my hips, and my thighs, working his way closer to my pelvis at such a torturously slow pace that I think I might explode. When his tongue finally licks up my core and settles on my clit, I half sit up, grabbing two handfuls of his hair.

“Fuck. River!”

I’m not sure he caught the movement of my lips, but when he glances up at me, I’m sure it doesn’t matter. He gets the gist anyway.

His tongue is fucking amazing, and he reads my body like an open book, pushing hard until I’m almost at the edge and then backing off.

I’m beyond worrying about what this means anymore, giving myself a free pass for the moment from wondering if it’s a really stupid idea to get involved with multiple guys at once.

Because right now, it seems like the best damn idea I’ve ever had.

I come hard on River’s tongue, my back arching off the bed as my hips tilt and swirl, grinding against his face. Lincoln was inside me three times last night, and somehow, knowing that River is kissing the place where Linc and I were connected makes every bit of my orgasm more intense.

He slows the movements of his tongue but doesn’t stop until he feels my body relax completely, melting against the mattress in exhausted satisfaction. Then he crawls up and flops over onto the bed beside me, tugging me with him so my body drapes partway over his. I got his shirt off already, but he’s still wearing his shorts, and I can see the visible bulge of his cock straining against them.

I rise up on one elbow, lifting my head to gaze down at him as my hand slides over the washboard of his stomach to the waistband of his pants. He watches me, his gray eyes dark in the dim light, and when I lift and tug on the elastic, he helps me work them off.

Holy shit. I can’t believe I’m doing this. I can’t believe it’s real.

His cock is hot and hard and heavy in my hand as I wrap my fingers around him.

God, I want him. I want to feel him inside me so badly. But I’m a little terrified of it too. Of what it would mean for me and Linc. For me and the twins.

For me and all four of them.

I’m not ready for that step, so I don’t take it. Instead, I move down his body, planting kisses on his chest and abdomen as I do, until I reach his dick. I lick the underside all the way up to the tip, and I hear him groan above me. When I wrap my lips around the velvety head, he makes another noise.

Shit. A girl could get used to this.

His hand finds my hair, wrapping the long, dark strands around his fist to keep them out of my way as my head bobs up and down.

“Oh, fuck,” he mutters. “Fuck.”

His abs are contracting rhythmically as his hips rise up to meet my mouth. I’m not exactly the queen of blowjobs, but I like doing this to him. A lot. I try to figure out what turns him on the most, doing more of what draws the biggest responses out of him.

When I wrap my lips around just the tip and swirl my tongue over the smooth head of his dick, he makes an inarticulate noise in his throat. When I flick my tongue over the small slit at the end, his hips jerk. And when I use my hand and my mouth together, working his entire length, I feel him swell and thicken in my grasp.

“Oh shit, Low. I’m gonna… fuck!”

He sounds desperate.

Tortured almost.