Page 114 of Finding Peace
“I love you too,” I whisper, smiling into his neck.
Before I can bury myself further into him, when he slips himself out of me and gently rolls me off of him to scoot over to the side of the bed.
I’m about to whine in protest, but I see him nod in the direction of the man at the other side of the bed. And when I look over, I watch as Lawson stands from the bed and lowers his jeans. “You’re not done yet, Honey.”
Chapter thirty-two
Lawson
Abigailsitsontheedge of the bed, and I watch with rapt attention as the exhaustion she was feeling just a moment ago disappears.
She looks so fucking pretty like this. Licking her lips—desperate for a taste of me.
I’ll never get tired of watching her.
Truth is, I’m always watching.
Watching her move through our house. Watching her work in the barn. Watching the way she rides Griffin through the fields like she’s been doing it her entire life. Watching her love my family as fiercely as I do. Watching her carry our child.
Watchingthe way she takes our cocks like the queen she fucking is.
It’s a kink I never knew I had. But then again… I’ve never had a woman like her before.
Watching her fall apart. Watching the way her body comes alive just for us…
I’m not a weak man. But watching her has the power to pull me apart at the seams.
My beautiful girl.
My good. Fucking. Girl.
Holding her steady, one hand bracketing her jaw again, I slide my fingers back into her mouth—testing, seeing if she’s ready for more.
Abigail moans around them as I work them deeper. The sound vibrates against my skin, and just like the first time I slipped them between her lips—while Beau and Lincoln were buried inside of her—I feel my cock throb in response.
“You want me, Honey?”
She nods around my fingers, hazel eyes blown wide with need.
I begin pushing my fingers in and out of her mouth, and when she reaches up and wraps her hand around my cock I know I’m not going to last long.
A long deep groan spills from deep in my chest. “You want me to come here too, Honey? Want them to watch me come deep in that pretty throat of yours?”
She nods around my fingers—tightening her grip around my dick as she continues to stroke me.
“Shit,” I hiss. I pull my fingers from her mouth and wrap her red strands around my fist.
Smiling up at me, she leans forward and presses a kiss at the head of my cock. My precum glistens as it coats her lips, and I swear to fuck I almost keel over right in the middle of my bedroom as I watch her stick out her tongue, slowly—so fucking slowly—lick her lips, and moan as it coats her mouth.
I watch through hooded eyes as she braces her hands against my denim-clad thighs and runs her tongue along the slit. “You taste so good, Lawson.”
Fuck, me.
For someone who looks like such a damn angel, I sometimes forget how sinful that little mouth of hers can be. “I love when you tell me what to do.”
Another lick.
“When you make me forget—just for a moment—that I don’t have to be so strong.”
