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She closes her eyes, internally checking herself for any long-lost reserves of energy and strength. When she doesn’t find any, she looks into my eyes, showing me she’s not breakable, and then she nods. Submission.
When the orgasm hits ten seconds later, it almost hurts. With a buildup like that, the release is explosive.
Laken’s nails dig into my arms, her moans are strangled, her thighs clamp around my waist and her breath comes out as a whimper. My body hurts, the whole damn thing, and when my cock stops throbbing, there’s still an ache left in my balls and I can’t even hold myself up any longer. Collapsing beside her, we push each other away for a bit of breathing room.
“You’re such an asshole, Kade,” she laughs, breathless. “But I kind of love you for it.”
“You’re a mouthy little shit, but I love you, too.” I turn my head to look at her. “You did good.”
“I know. I could have cracked you.”
I scoff at that. “Sure. Try harder next time.”
“I will,” she promises. “Now you have to feed me.”
Naturally. We stay on the bed until we can breathe normally, and when we stand to get dressed, we laugh our asses off because we’re both pretty shaky. Her thighs are trembling and my abs hurt every time I move. Genny said nothing strenuous, and while that wasn’t a physical feat in the athletic department, it was mentally and emotionally taxing, so I’ll have to keep an eye on her tonight. With a gentle kiss and a smile that seems personal just to the two of us, I lead her to the kitchen to feed her. She’s earned it.
Laken can’t make it past the first available chair, so she collapses into it and steals a chicken tender right off Zahn’s plate.
“Fuck, Laken. At least take me on a date before we start sharing meals.” He gives her a cocky kiss on the cheek. “Why do you look like you’ve just survived the apocalypse?”
She does. Her mascara is a smudged mess, her hair is fucked up to high heaven, and her skin is all blotchy and shiny. So hot, though.
She gets half her meal eaten by the time Jed gets home, demanding repercussions for her defiance today.
“Kade already got me in shit for that,” Laken says through a full mouth of chicken.
“Yeah, well, you’re the badass who wants to juggle two boyfriends. Two boyfriends; two punishments. Let’s go, love.” He picks her up out of the chair, gives her the leeway to grab her plate, and carries her bridal style down the hall.
“Good luck, Bossy.” Laken gives me the finger over Jed’s shoulder.
I crack my back and dig into my own meal, sitting right next to my favorite southern belle.
“So, Genny. You ready for another group fuck?”
She blushes the absolute best shade of pink, but to her credit, she looks right at me when she says, “You frickin’ wish, Kade.”
Do I ever.
Chapter 45
I wake up really early the next morning, unable to sleep. Laken is passed the hell out, so I throw on some sweats and a hoodie and head to the kitchen in search of coffee. Might as well get my day started.
It’s barely six in the morning, but Kolt, Bass and Kade are sitting at the kitchen table, eating toast and drinking coffee.
“What’re you all up so early for?” I ask, pouring myself the rest of the coffee and making a new pot.
“These twats just got here,” Kade points at the twins. “Stayed out all night with another set of twins. I was getting the recap I never asked for.”
“You finally found twins willing to hook up?” I sit down to join the bullshit.
“Willing?” Bass scoffs.
“Begging,” Kolt finishes.
Kolt and Bass are identical. Mom and Dad never got them tested or whatever, but they look the exact same. Other than a few different expressions and mannerisms, the only thing different about them is their personalities. They’re easy for us to tell apart, but it takes newcomers a long time to sort them out. They get a kick out of it, and I can’t even count the number of times they’ve played the swap game. They probably did it all night.
For whatever curiosities I have, I ask, “You don’t care about hooking up with the same girls? Like swapping back and forth or whatever?” I mean, I just kind of want to know. If they do it, then at least I don’t have to feel as weird about doing it, right?