Chapter Ninety-Three
Raleigh
At first morning light, I’m still wide awake, sleep having completely eluded me as thoughts over what we’d just done and whether perhaps it could have been a mistake run through my mind over and over again.
Both brothers are wrapped around me, sleeping soundly as I disentangle myself from them and slip from the bed. Tiptoeing around my room, I grab clothes and with one last look at the guys in my bed, so much love for one of them and confusion over the other warring within me as I slip out the door and close it quietly behind me.
With my forehead resting against the cold tile and my eyes closed, I relish in the hot water beating against my sore muscles as my mind and memories of last night torment me.
Part of me doesn’t regret a single moment of what the three of us did, it was all one hundred percent consensual and in the moment beyond amazing but I can’t shake the feeling that something shifted last night, something more than just having sex with Jackson.
When it was just Jackson and me, his entire demeanor changed. He was no longer taking me hard and rough, like he had been up until that point. It was almost like he was he was cherishing the time that just he and I were together, making love to me instead of fucking me.
Cool air hits my back moments before I feel the heat of his body as Lincoln moves in behind me in the shower, wraps his arms around my waist, nuzzles my neck and murmurs, “Good morning, baby.”
Turning around in his arms, he immediately bends down and captures my lips in a toe curling kiss that leaves me breathless and has me losing my balance, it’s so good.
“Jackson, is he?” I ask, not finishing my question.
“Yeah,” he says with a nod or his head, his eyes not leaving mine. “He snuck out just before I came in here.”
“Was…” I start but then stop…not sure if asking this question is the right thing to do or not.
He just gives me a look and waits for me to continue. With a sigh, I bite my lower lip, nerves assaulting me. Lincoln pulls my lips from my teeth and asks, “Was what, baby? What is it?”
“I don’t know…I just…I was wondering if inviting him to join us last night was a mistake.”
He looks taken aback by my statement, his dark brows drawn low.
“Why do you say that?” Then his voice growing in anger, he gently grasps hold of my upper arms and asks, “Did he hurt you?”
“No! No, it’s nothing like that.” I say with a shake of my head. Looking away, I, not for the first time this morning, wonder if I’m making something out of nothing and tell him as much. “It’s probably nothing. Just forget it.”
I stand up on my tiptoes and try to give him a kiss but he just glares at me and raises his right eyebrow, clearly not going to let me off that easy.
Heaving a sigh, I say, “Just before the *end* when he was about to cum, Jackson looked down at me with this *look* in his eyes and kissed me like…like *you* kiss me and I don’t know, it was like he was making love to me instead of fucking me. And then he called me *baby*. I know it doesn’t seem like that big of a deal but he had been calling me sweetheart all night long and then as soon as you’re no longer a part of it…he changes? It just, I don’t know…” I say with an insecure shrug.
Lincoln runs his hands up and down my upper arms and then wraps his arms around me, placing a kiss on the top of my head.
“He probably just got caught up in the moment. I wouldn’t read too much into it. Jax doesn’t *do* commitment and he knows you're my girl. Last night was fun but he knows it was an invitation to make a move.”
“Yeah,” I say, nodding my head in agreement.
Turning back around, I reach out and grab my shampoo and open it, about to pour some in my hand when Lincoln puts his hand on top of mine and says, “Let me do it.”
By the time we get out of the shower, the water is cold, my fingers are pruned and the smell of breakfast being cooked is filling the air, making my stomach growl. Grabbing my hair brushing, I begin working out the knots as I to Lincoln, biting my bottom lip again as I say, “Agtet I get dressed, I’ll go down and distract them if you want to try to slip out.”
Reaching up, he gently pulls it from my teeth, smoothing his thumb over the plump flesh as he says, “Baby, they are going to have to get used to me being around.”
“But they’re going to think we had sex!” I whisper-shout, widening my eyes as panic sets in.
“We *did* have sex,” Lincoln taunts as he moves closer to me. He reaches up, rubbing his index finger along the skin above towel at my breast as she says, “Dirty,” then brushes his knuckles over my pebbled nipple and growls, “kinky,” running his hand down my towel covered abdomen the knuckles brush the towel, pushing against my naked pussy, pulling a gasping moan four of me as my breathing picks up. “Threesome sex.” Then, he slips his hand under the towel and between my thighs, finding my already soaking wet. “Fuck,” he growls, causing me to cry out his name and grasp hold of his upper arms when he plunges two fingers inside of me, then pulls them back out again before repeating the process, roughly fingering me as he finishes with, “And *you* my dirty girl loved every single second of it.”
“Yes,” I agree. “But I don’t want my brothers to know we’re having sex!” I whisper-shout again.
Lincoln rips my towel off of me, picks me up by my hips and pushes me against the bathroom door as he thrusts up into me, one arm is under my butt while the other is buried in my hair, his mouth grazing my ear and sending chills through my body as he says, “I think it’s too late for that, baby girl. You're carrying my babies after all.”
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