Page 68 of The Last Call Home (The Timberbridge Brothers #5)
Chapter Sixty-Four
Malerick
She’s on top of me, and I’m already gone.
Her ass grips me like a fucking vice, slick and tight, and I don’t know how I’m breathing. Her body’s shaking, her thighs trembling where they straddle my hips, but she took every inch of me—slow, so damn slow—and it wrecked me.
And then Cass pressed into her pussy.
I watched it happen. Watched her stretch for him, her slick folds parting around him inch by inch while she stayed rooted on my cock, the three of us locked together like we were made for this. And now—we’re not moving. Not yet.
We’re inside her.
Together.
I feel it.
I feel him—Cassian’s cock pressing through the thin wall inside her, so close I swear I can feel the ridges of him against my length through her.
It’s fucking maddening. Hot and overwhelming and intimate in a way I wasn’t prepared for.
We’ve been together like this before, yet it’s never been like this.
Cass locks eyes with me over her shoulder.
“You good?” he rasps, breath shaky, hand splayed on her lower back.
I nod, swallowing thickly. “Yeah.”
But it’s not just good.
It’s fucking everything.
Lilah’s trembling between us, her face buried in Cass’s neck, whimpering with every twitch of her body.
His hand trails slowly up her spine, grounding her with every inch, while I press a kiss to her shoulder from behind—soft, reverent, trying to hold myself back even as every part of me aches to move.
“Move with me,” I say—because we need to do this right. No rush. Nothing reckless. Just us. The three of us. In sync.
He nods, shifts slightly, and we start to move.
We find a rhythm.
Cass pulls out just as I push in—then he slides forward as I retreat.
It’s like a dance. Timed and perfect, her body catching every thrust, every press, every slow drag of cock.
She’s gasping, moaning, writhing between us like she can’t decide which way to collapse.
Like we’re too much. Like she’s never been more alive.
“Fuck,” I groan, jaw clenched. “She’s clenching so tight.”
Cass swears under his breath. “It’s like she doesn’t know who to come for.”
Her breath hitches—sharp and shaky. “Both of you.”
Fuck.
I curl my arms tighter around her waist, angling my hips to thrust deeper. Cass adjusts with me. We’re moving as one now—pushing into her, filling her, not rushing. Just feeling. Letting the rhythm find us as she moans into his skin and trembles in our hands.
Every slick, hot stroke sends lightning up my spine.
Every time she gasps, it shoots straight to my cock.
But it’s not just about the way it feels—it’s her.
The way she holds me like she’s afraid I’ll vanish. The way her body trusts us—opens for us. The way her breath turns ragged when Cass kisses her neck, and her eyes flutter when I whisper her name.
Delilah.
Ours.
I meet Cassian’s gaze again. And something in his eyes softens—just enough to show me everything he’s feeling. The pride. The promise. The rightness of this.
Of her.
Of us.
We’re home.
It’s everything we couldn’t say before this.
Cass’s hand slides down her body, his fingers finding her clit. He rubs slow, tight circles, watching the way she falls apart in our arms—breath hitching, body arching, every moan unraveling between us like a prayer.
“I’ve got you,” he whispers. “Let go for us.”
I kiss her temple. “We’re right here.”
And she does.
She comes undone like something holy.
Her cry breaks from her, raw and unrestrained, her whole body clenching and fluttering, pulling us in deeper like she needs us to fill every space inside her we haven’t touched yet.
She tightens around Cass so hard he growls—one hand gripping her hip, the other tangled in her hair—as he thrusts one final time and shudders against her front.
I feel it. Feel him as he spills inside her, warmth flooding through her, the twitch of his cock echoing in the pressure wrapped around me.
And then she clenches again—her ass gripping me so tight I see stars.
I can’t hold back.
I sink deep, my release hitting hard. The groan that tears from my chest isn’t just lust—it’s relief. Like I’ve been holding my breath for years and only now, inside her, with him beside me, do I finally exhale.
I curse under my breath as I come, buried to the hilt, hips stuttering, cock throbbing as I fill her—pulse after pulse, spilling everything I have left until I’m shaking with it. Her body draws us in, holds us there, and we stay.
Cass slumps against her chest, breathing heavy.
I hold her hips, panting into her shoulder.
She’s between us, glowing. Ruined. Beautiful.
We don’t untangle. We won’t.
Because there’s nothing left to untangle—we’re not three separate people anymore.
We’re this.
Cass kisses her neck, slow and reverent.
I press my lips to her spine.
She sighs—a soft, contented sound that cracks me open.
“Home,” she whispers like a prayer.
And I whisper it back, smiling against her skin.
“Yeah, baby. We’re already home.”