Page 306 of Blackwood

I tilt my head, all fake innocence. “You remember that one time you edged me, like, a million times until I apologized for something that wasn’t even my fault to begin with, baby?”

Behind us, Cade huffs a laugh. “Oh shit.”

Lex’s jaw ticks. “Malyshka, do not play with me right now. Sit. Down.”

“No,” I purr, biting my lip as I rock my hips just enough to make him twitch, only taking the head of his cock inside me. “I don’t think I—”

“Bella,” he cuts me off. “Shut the fuck up and sit down, right now.”

Lex’s hands fist the sheets, his icy eyes dark and desperate.

I shake my head.

“Cade,” he grits out, not looking away from me. “Help me out. Sit our girlfriend the fuck down.”

“Cade, don’t you dare.” I snap at him over my shoulder.

He steps up and places his hands firmly on my hips. “Sorry, sweetheart,” he laughs, not sounding sorry at all. “But after last night? You teasing us all night just to pass the fuck out, giving us both a raging case of blue balls? I’m with Lex on this one.”

He kisses my neck and pulls me down in one smooth, unforgiving motion, until Lex is completely buried all the way inside of me.

“Ah! Traitor!” I cry out, breathless, head tipping back against Cade’s shoulder.

“Thanks, babe,” Lex moans sitting up, arms wrapping tight around my waist. His mouth crashes into mine. His kiss is all tongue and hunger, stealing every breath as he thrusts up into me deep, perfect, and entirely overwhelming. My body arches against him, chasing every movement, every sound, every inch of him.

“Ah! God, Lex,” I gasp, clawing at his shoulders as the rhythm builds, wild and unstoppable.

He groans low against my neck, his grip bruising, his pace ruthless. “You feel so good, malyshka,” he growls, voice rough and ragged.

He pushes deeper, pulsing inside me as his own release hits. His teeth find my neck. He bites down with a moan just hard enough to leave a mark.

A promise.

A claim.

He lays back and I collapse against Lex’s chest, breathless and wrecked, every part of me humming with heat and heartbeats. His arms stay around me, strong and sure, holding me like I’m something sacred. Like I’m home.

Cade slides in beside us, warm and quiet, one arm curling around my back, his lips brushing the crown of my head. The bed shifts under our tangled limbs—sweaty skin, tangled sheets, quiet laughter and soft exhales. A mess. A miracle.

We don’t say anything. We don’t need to.

Because for the first time since Daddy died. For the first time in what feels like forever, I feel whole again. Not fixed. Not healed completely. But held. Loved.

♥♥♥

Home

66 Days Since Daddy’s Death

I’m halfway in a suitcase and one minor crisis away from losing it.

“Where’s my second set of fishnets?” I mumble, digging through a pile of bodysuits. “Not the shredded ones, the performance pair. The ones that don’t scream,I blacked out and fought a raccoon”

“Check the hamper,” Cade calls from the closet. “You wore them the other day at practice for Javi’s salsa gauntlet.”

Lex lifts his head from where he’s sprawled on the rug, halfway through packing his duffel. “Hold up, we have gauntlets now?” His eyes flick to me instantly, brow raised. “How the hell did I miss that?”

I toss another skirt across the room. “You didn’t, baby. You were too busy watching me dance to notice what Javi called it.”