Page 251 of What We Brave
Her legs open and I —
The trust in that. She just opens. No hesitation. Like letting me in is the easiest decision she's ever made.
I've been inside her before. This shouldn't feel like the first time.
It does.
Reid's beside us now. His hand on Laine's hip. His other hand pushing the hair back from her face. She turns and kisses his palm and I watch her love him while she's waiting for me and —
I reach down. Align myself. She's swollen and slick and warm and when I press forward — just barely — her breath catches.
"Blake." Deeper. Needier.
I push in.
Slow.
Everything goes white.
Fuck.
The heat. The tightness. The way she pulls me in like she wants all of it. Every inch.
I drop my forehead to hers. I can't look at her. Not yet. If I see her face right now it's done.
This should be weird too. We're not using condoms. The warmth and wetness is a mix of Reid and her.
But it's not weird. It's so fucking hot. It's like we're marking her. She's just ours, and soon, she'll be carrying both of us with her.
I'm so fucking close to blowing, just from the idea of it.
"Give me a second." I barely recognize my own voice. "I need a second or this is going to be embarrassing."
She laughs and the movement shifts around me and I lock my jaw so hard my teeth creak.
"Take your time," she whispers. Her hips move. Just barely. Just enough.
She knows exactly what she's doing.
"Laine."
"Hmm?"
"Stop moving or I swear to God —"
Reid snorts. "Told you. Impatient."
"Not helping."
I breathe. Press my forehead harder against hers. Just — exist inside this moment. Inside her.
You're here. She wants you here.
"Okay." I start to move.
Slow. Long strokes. Pulling almost all the way out, pressing back in, and she gasps every time I fill her. Her nails dig into my shoulders and her thighs tighten around my hips and I'm cataloging all of it. Not thinking about it. Just — absorbing. The way she reacts when I go deep. The hitch in her breathing when I grind against her at the bottom of a stroke. What makes her grip tighten. What makes her moan.
"Faster," she breathes.
