Page 168 of Finders Reapers

Fletcher grunted, tensing before he continued to fuck me hard and fast, like a fiddler's elbow. He whispered in my ear. It sounded like the word “Valentina...” instead of being insulted at being called his ex-girlfriend’s name, my brow furrowed as I felt the rightness of it.

Fletcher rocked his hips and planted himself deep before pulling back enough to slip a hand between us as he tugged my clit with the sides of his two fingers. I squeaked, and my world turned white.

Jamal’s cock was so deep in my ass that I sat on his thighs as my orgasm rocked through me and outwards. I felt the moment that it burst, and I felt the two guys connected to my body as if they lived under my skin. My orgasm ripped theirs to the surface, and we gasped and moaned as the world came screeching to a stop.

I was too tired to lift my head, but if I had done, I would have seen that all four of my guys had fallen unconscious. Just a moment before, I was pulled under as well.

I remembered everything.

I felt their sleeping bodies gathered around me like a pack of wolves. Nude and warm. Their breathing was steady in sleep.

I felt the soul bond.

I knew my name.

I knew who I was.

I sat up and pushed myself to the edge of the bed. I didn’t know what I planned to do, but I needed a moment.

What would I say? How would I begin to explain how I felt and how much I had missed them? How they had been the only light in the darkness that stopped me from fading away.

Fletcher’s hand was wrapped around my hip, even in sleep, and when I moved, his green eyes flicked open. For a moment, he looked worried, as if I was escaping under cover of darkness.

Fletcher looked at me in question. “Where are you going?” He asked.

I bit back a smile. “To the kitchen for a snack. Do you want to come?”

“Sure.” He whispered, folding himself out of bed. He placed a kiss on my cheek and pressed his forehead to mine. Holding himself there for a moment as he breathed me in. “I’d love to.”