Gifted Connections 4

“It was too real,” Lincoln stated.

“Does it feel different when you jump an adult versus a child?” Jaxson questioned.

“I didn’t jump him,” Lincoln commented. “I did initially, but then I was pulled from Harry and entered with them.”

“I didn’t do it,” Alex said with a shrug.

“I was able to do it with Jaxson before, too,” I added. “But it’s never been anything conscious.”

“Hmm,” Pops said thoughtfully. “That might be something we need to work on.”

I nodded, hoping my snack was coming soon because it was harder and harder to keep my eyes open.

I woke up in the middle of the night and realized Remy was lying beside me. I immediately noticed my hunger for food and other things. I slipped off my underwear and took his manhood into my hands and began to gently caress it. It didn’t take long for him to grow in my hands.

I knew the moment he woke up when he released a hiss of air out.

“Blake,” he husked.

I didn’t answer him as I climbed on top of him and sheathed him inside me. I rocked my self on him, enjoying the feel of him. He grabbed my hips but allowed me to set the pace and rhythm. I leaned back a bit more, bracing one hand on the bed and one on his stomach.

I continued to ride him until I couldn’t take it anymore, and I knew he was close by the way his thighs were hardening under me. I leaned forward and rocked on him faster, harder, seeking my release. His gripped my hips more firmly and moved me, so my bud was making perfect contact with him.

I brought a pillow to my mouth when I felt the pressure within build to its crescendo and the heat within unfurled. I cried out into the pillow and felt him stiffen. He took complete control as he sought his own release and groaned out when he found it.

I collapsed on top of his chest as I tried to catch my breath.

“Thank you,” I murmured when I could breathe normally once more.

“It should be me thanking you. Wake me up like that anytime.” He laughed softly.

I bit my lip. I hated to turn this post coitus afterglow into anything serious, but I didn’t want to continue to pretend everything was okay if

it wasn’t.

“I know you didn’t want me to make this connection with Lincoln, but I didn’t know what to do. Drake was hospitalized after he was losing his vision, Jaxson was having seizures, and Noah was too weak to take a shower. I didn’t want that happening to all of you.” I felt tears burn the back of my eyes.

“Oh-kay,” he said in confusion. “We all knew that, and quite frankly we would die for each other. I wish you didn’t have to feel pressured into it, but you did what you had to do.”

“I didn’t feel pressured,” I murmured. “I mean, I was happy with you guys, and I love you guys, but I knew it had to be done. We’re a family. You guys can’t always be the ones making the sacrifices and fixing things.”

“Where is this all coming from, baby?” he asked as he gently traced my spine with his fingertips.

I sighed and closed my eyes. “You haven’t talked to me directly since I made my connection with Lincoln; well, anything that didn’t pertain to work. Then today at dinner, you made a comment that made me feel like you still don’t like this situation. And I hate to admit it, but I felt your anger and hurt, too. Normally you’re locked up tight, but you must have felt it strongly because it was emanating off of you.”

He abruptly flipped me onto my back. One of his forearms was braced above my head, and the other grabbed my jaw before he gave me a fierce and thorough kiss. He pulled back, and I could feel the intensity of his stare. I wish my night light were brighter so I could see his eyes better.

“Baby, I was trying to give you space and let you get to know him. I didn’t want to like him, but I really can’t find fault with him. I wish I didn’t have to share you. Hell, if all of us were honest, we would want to have you all to ourselves. But we all knew when we were marked that we would have to share. It was easy when we knew each other. We practically grew up together.”

He paused for a momen, then continued. “I’m sorry if you think my anger and hurt were directed towards you. It wasn’t. It was Jemmy. I love her like a sister, and her behavior lately has been troubling me. I tried to talk to her, and she shut me out. And you know how much I love conversing.”

“Is that your not so subtle way of saying that you wish I hadn’t started this conversation?” I asked half-jokingly.

He lightly smacked my rear. “You know what I mean,” he growled.

My stomach growled back in response. I covered my face in embarrassment as he started to laugh. “So you’re not angry at me or hurt by my decision?” I asked behind my hand.

“No, baby, it was our decision. I love you, Blake Thomas. You saved us. Now let’s get you something to eat.” He rolled out of bed. “Your pizza is still waiting for you.”