Page 265 of Second Sets Omnibus

You could hear a pin drop in Callum’s bedroom when I remove my bra, flinging it aside. The cool air blows past my nipples, hardening them under their stares. I’m at the center of their attention.

“Dibs,” Rad quips, scooping it up with a grin. If he had pockets, I’m sure he’d stuff it in there and keep it forever. Luckily for him, I have more than two bras these days.

With shaky fingers, I pull my thong down and take a deep breath. I’ve been naked in front of them before. Years ago.Multiple times. Weeks ago, they looked through my window, watching as I brought myself to completion. I’m not insecure about what pregnancy did to my body. But sometimes, I wonder if they still look at me the same. Or expect the same girl I was back then with the tiny waist, average boobs, and tiny butt.

I’m not as thin as I once was. Curves took over my body when Lyric announced herself to the world, enhancing everything. Those new curves brought on the stretch marks pulling at my breasts, butt, stomach, and on the skin around my knees. I’ve always felt so comfortable inside my skin. I’m me. No one else. No matter the marks lining my body or where the fat situates itself. I’m still River West. Doubt creeps into the back of my mind when silence echoes loudly through the room. Nothing but our breaths. No one moves a muscle or ruffles fabric. They just…stare with heated gazes, zeroing in on my heaving chest.

“So fucking beautiful,” Callum whispers, slowly climbing over the edge of the bed until he’s hovering just above me. His gray eyes lock on mine with a slight grin, marveling at the artwork before him. “Every inch of you deserves to be worshiped. One day, I’ll take my time. But I’m aching, Little Star. I need to be inside of you. I can’t wait for a second longer,” he murmurs, brushing his lips desperately against mine until his tongue plunges into my mouth.

“Please, Cal,” I murmur through heavy breaths. “Please, do it.” I can’t stand it any longer, squirming beneath him and seeking the friction I crave.

“Yes, Little Star,” he rumbles with a gasp. His jaw falls open when the tip of his dick slowly stretches me wide open, settling snuggly against my pulsating walls.

I groan, spreading my legs further to accommodate him more, aching to feel him deep inside me. My mind begs him to move faster–go quicker. He’s so goddamn thick and throbbing when he bottoms out, groaning with deep satisfaction.

“Even better than I remember,” he murmurs breathlessly. “You’re so fucking perfect. You’re so fucking mine,” he murmurs with a strained expression.

“Fuck, Cal,” I moan through shuddering breaths. “Please move. Please.”

“You never have to beg me, Little Star. Whatever you want, I’ll do it,” he whispers, pulling back again and slamming his hips into mine. For an eternity, he stays there, soaking up the feel of me wrapped around him. Only to pull out and slam into me again and again.

I cry out, running my nails down his back with a gasp. He fills me up. Every crevice. Every fucking molecule. I’m so fucking full of him that I can’t help but moan his name as the blinding white pleasure snaps across my body.

He grunts, slowly working himself in and out of me until his eyes roll into the back of his head. His taut muscles shudder with exertion as he slams home one last time. My pussy flutters again when a set of fingers moves over my throbbing clit, throwing me into orgasm sent straight from the wicked skies above. My toes curl. My heart pounds and breaths rage out of control. Static takes over my hearing, muffling out the breathless words of the men around me.

“Fuck,” Callum grunts, stilling as he places his forehead against mine. “Little Star. I’ll fight for you to the moon and back. Through the damn galaxy and beyond. I’ll love you until my last dying breath.”

I brush my lips against his. “I love you, too,” I murmur, warmth spreading through my chest.

In a daze, I barely notice the bed dipping beside me. Rad lies against the thick, wooden headboard, lazily stroking his hard, pierced cock. I don’t know when he got naked, but I can only imagine it was the moment he walked into this room. My eyeszero in on the shiny metal at the tip of his dick forming a cross through his mushroom tip.

“You on birth control, Pretty Girl?” Rad asks, lounging beside me with his dick in his hand, slowly pumping it up and down. Glistening pre cum falls from his slit as he spreads it around. “It’s okay if you’re not,” he murmurs with a mischievous grin.

I blink several times at his question when it finally penetrates through the fog. Not like birth control did me any good the last time they knocked me up so damn easily. Although I blame the antibiotics. My idiotic doctor didn’t warn me about the consequences of fucking while treating potential infections after my attack. Well, lesson fucking learned.

“I’m on birth control. I have an IUD.” I raise my brow when he shrugs.

“Get rid of it then, Pretty Girl. You don’t need it anymore. All you need is us.” He swallows hard, a vulnerability wrinkling his brows. I’m not exactly sure what’s going through his mind. I know it’s pulling him into the depths of something and killing his mood. Something is bothering him about the whole situation.

Reaching up, I take his free hand into mine, gently squeezing. “Maybe when I marry you,” I say, winking.

“Fuck yes. I can’t wait to marry you and use my baby batter to knock you up. I missed it the first time around. I won’t miss it again.”

Ah, okay. There’s the reason Rad’s looking like someone kicked his dog. It all makes sense. And I get it. They weren’t here for the pregnancy. A part of me is thankful that they didn’t get to see me in all my pregnant glory. Because, yeah, sometimes pregnancy isn’t glorious. For me, at least. But I wouldn’t be opposed if they want that in the long run. But for now, I want to get to know them again.

“I wouldn’t mind that,” Callum murmurs, kissing my cheek. With great reluctance, Callum pulls out of me with a pained expression. “I miss you already,” he whispers in my ear, leaving one last kiss on my jaw before climbing to the side of me.

“Sorry, River Blue,” Kieran pants, taking Callum’s place on top of me as Rad desperately holds my hand. “I can’t take another minute without being inside you.” He shakes his head, hovering above me. “It’ll be quick,” he rasps, pulling my left leg over his shoulder. “But I’m so damn desperate for you.”

And with that, Kieran enters me hurriedly. Plunging into the depths of my pussy with one thrust and a grunt of satisfaction. His mouth forms an O as his eyes squeeze shut. All movements stop. Nothing but our ragged breaths echo through the room again.

“You feel like heaven,” he murmurs, pulling out and pushing back in torturously slow.

The entire room falls away. All the noise. The lights. Even the guys disappear completely. Leaving only Kieran and me staring deep into each other’s eyes. He groans, holding still, cradling my face between his palms. “You’re my own fucking paradise. I’m never leaving this again. You’re stuck with me forever. My Blue. My girl.” His breaths quicken when his lips meet mine, solidifying the bond we’ve always held.

Something deep clicks inside me as our tongues dance together in an unhurried kiss. He takes his time with me. Never going too fast. Or too slow. It’s just the right amount. Kieran doesn’t show his love through just words. He never has. It’s always been the kisses and the fucking. Hell, even the guitar on the hill. He’s showing me now how much I mean to him and savoring every moment of our time together.

“Please, please, please,” I moan, swirling my fingers over my clit. “Please fuck me, Knight. I need to cum.”