Page 53 of Infinity Chronicles 2
Without an ounce of thought I follow him, clinging to his shoulder so I’m draped across his chest as he heaves for breath. I cock my knee over his waist, and he’s still rock hard beneath me. When I shift my legs, he makes a deep whining sound.
Brushing up against him, my body undulates against his. Dante’s hand pushes my knee a little lower, and he lets out a little hiss, his eyes squeezed shut. Pulling back up so my leg drags against his length, his hips swivel.
Knowing what he needs I continue the movement on my own. Trailing my mouth up over his chin to his parted lips. I kiss him with a passion I didn’t know I was capable of.Deeply, hungry for him. Dante’s neck lifts as his lower body goes rigid, and he groans but I seal my mouth over his, stealing the sound. After a few long seconds he grabs my leg tightly, stopping me from rocking against him.
He’s still breathing hard, his chest heaving, but so am I. Closing my eyes and relax against him. He’s warm and solid, and I’m perfectly content being his living blanket.
It doesn’t take long before Dante is back asleep, his hard body pliant beneath me. I lay there a few more minutes to make sure he’s sleeping deeply before pulling myself away from him.
Now that the adrenaline has worn off, and my lust hasbeen sated, all thewhat-ifsstart filling my head. What if someone woke up while we were… I can’t even come up with the right word? What if someonedid wake up, and I was just tooblissed out to know? How would they have reacted? How would I have reacted?
Shaking the thoughts away, I try to pretend like I didn’t just hit second base withoneof my boyfriends, while the otherthreewere lying next to us. I decide to take my cues from the guys—it wasn’t just me in that bed, Dante was right there with me the entire time. I will assume if he’s willing to touch me like that with the others near us, then it’s okay, fine. Not slutty, or bad. I’m not even going to let myself think about how it was also exciting and exhilarating, the way my pulse was pounding against my ribcage. Nope, not thinking about that.
Chapter 18
“What do you mean they’re already here, how do you know?” Ares tilts his damp head to the left. Heisn’t fully dressed yet. His dark trousers are still open at the fly, waiting for his tailored white shirt to be tucked in, which is still hanging over his little clothes butler. His mark is barely visible, peeking out over the top of his tight boxer briefs near his hip.
I bite my lip, what the hell is wrong with me? I can’t seem to look away.Dante is still passed out in the bed, his big body all stretched out looking way too inviting. Ollie, not caring in the least that Milo is in the shower, stumbled into the bathroom a few minutes ago. Ares didn’t bat an eye, so I assume it’s normal for all of them.
The illusion of privacy only makes it harder not to watch Ares as he slides on a heavy looking metal watch—okay, who am I kidding? That thing is probably white gold, or platinum. It’s not something he wears all the time and he struggles with thelatch, his lips pinched.
“Here, let me,” I offer as I move to him. “Your mom came in the room last night,” I answer, finally addressing his question. Flipping over his hand so I can see the underside of his wrist, I fold the latch over easily, and the band clicks into place. I don’t release him though. I let my fingers trail over the thick veins roping up his arm. Ares has the sexiest arms on the planet. I thinkthe factthathe’s always so buttoned up in his long-sleeved shirt, only rolling them upat the end of the day,adds to the mystique.
“You were awake?” he questions softly, letting me explore.
“I woke up when she came in.” The crisp hairs on his arm tickle my fingers.
“I’m sorry she woke you, she’s never beenpatient.” The last part comes out with a light chuckle.
“Your dads tried to stop her.” My comment earns a snort.
“Like that could ever happen.” I glance up at his face. He’s clean-shaven and his jaw is smooth. I cradle his cheek as my thumb brushes under his bottom lip, causing Ares closes his eyes and lean into my touch. Tilting up on my toes I kiss his chin. Then I wrap my arms around his waist with my cheek is against his bare skin, while I let my hands run up and down his back. Without an ounce of hesitation, he winds his arms over top of mine, pulling me tight against him. Hugs are on the top of my new favorite things list.
He doesn’t jump away or even release me when Ollie comes out of the bathroom, looking a lot more alert than when he went in.
“Can we skip today?” I glance over at Ollie who’s waiting for Ares to answer, but Ollie is looking at me with his clear green eyes wide, and his full lips turned down in a small pout. Pulling back from Ares’s chest I peek up at him.
“Don’t look at me, he’s asking you. I don’t care if he goes to school. Ijustneed him to graduate.”
“But… I can’t say if you go to school or not.”
“Sure you can. If you agree to stay home with us, we don’t have to go to school.” Ollie swipes his hands together like he’s saying easy as pie.
Sagging, I feel like I’m totally letting him down when I say, “I have to go to school. I can’t have the administration figuring out I don’t have a real home number listed. Or noticing my address. I can’t afford for someone to look too closely at my situation.”
“Just call in sick,” Ares tells me.
I look up at that, I’ve never really thought of calling the school to tell them I can’t come in. “I could do that?”
“Yeah, you can Muenster.” Ollie throws himself on the bed, bouncing. Dante stirs, but doesn’t open his eyes. “Skip day,” he singsongs while shaking Dante’s foot.
“Then shut the fuck up and let me sleep,” Dante growls.
Ollie’s mouth falls open, but his eyes get a wicked twinkle. I lean my back against Ares’s chest and he drops his chin to the top of my head. “Thisis going to end badly,” he whispers, but I can hear the smile in his voice.
Dante snuggles back into the blankets, his hands tucked under his cheek. Ollie scoots off the bed and standing near the bottom as he puts his hands on his hips. Ollie’s bottom lip thins, and I see his tongue fold, hitting his top teeth. He sucks in a huge breath andlets out an ungodly loud whistle. I slap my hands over my ears,ducking my head on instinct.
Dante jumps up from the bed and takes a swing at Ollie without even seeing him. Ollie isn’t quick enough to avoid the blow, but luckily Dante’s punch lands on his upper shoulder. Ollie’s whistle cuts off as he stumbles to the side. I jerk forwards, but Ares’s arms wrap around me holding me in place.
