Page 147 of Finding Peace
I don’t answer him. Instead, I reach up, sliding my fingers through the long hair at the nape of his neck and pull him down to me.
Kissing Jasper is different. He kisses me like he feels everything all at once, like he doesn’t know how to hold anything back, even if he tried. My lips move against his, savoring every taste, every moan. And when he exhales softly against my mouth, his hand settling warm and sure at my waist just above Lincoln’s, I feel the heat of his kiss all the way down to my bones.
I brush my thumb along his jaw for a brief second before I slowly turn in their hold.
Lawson hasn’t moved, still standing exactly where I left him. His expression is calm and controlled… but his eyes give him away. They’re dark. Focused. And locked entirely on me.
Jasper and Lincoln let me go willingly, and my pulse stutters as I step toward him.
Reaching for him slowly, my fingers slide up his bare torso. When I graze the tip of my finger along the brand tattooed on his chest, then down and across his nipple, he lets out a barely audible hiss. “Awfully quiet over here, cowboy.”
“Just watchin’ you,” he replies. “Tryin’ to decide if we should let you keep runnin’ the show.”
My lips curve. “Maybe you should.”
“Dangerous game, Honey.”
“Maybe,” I whisper. “But I think you like it.”
A beat passes before his hand comes up to cup the side of my neck—holding me exactly where he wants me. “I do,” he admits quietly, and then his mouth is on mine.
Lawson’s kiss isn’t rushed or wild. It’s controlled and intentional. Like everything he does. But it steals the breath from my lungs all the same. Because when Lawson kisses me, it’s not about taking, it’s about claiming. And it makes my knees weak every damn time.
Reluctantly, I pull my lips from his and take a small step back.
If a stare had the power to undress me, the way he’s looking at me right now would do it. But no matter—I’m about to do it for him.
Reaching up, I undo the clasps of my overalls and let them fall to my feet before hooking my fingers into the hem of my shirt and pulling it over my head—leaving me in a matching black lace balconette bra and thong. Not exactly what I am dying to wear while pregnant, but the way they’re all looking at me right now makes it worth it.
Lawson shakes his head in disbelief as he looks at me. “Jesus, Abigail…”
Lincoln, Jasper, and Beau start to circle me, each of them reminding me how incredibly sexy they think I am… even in my rapidly changing body.
Once I feel each of them around me, I raise a brow in challenge at the man in front of me. “Tell me what you want, Lawson.”
He shrugs his shirt the rest of the way off—his chest heaving. “I want whatever you’re willing to give me, Honey.Anything.”
“Good,” I reply, then I drop to my knees in front of him.
“So damn perfect,” Lincoln murmurs beside me, his hand coming up to stroke gently through my hair.
With steady fingers, I undo Lawson’s belt, then the button and zipper of his jeans. He helps push them down, and once they’re out of the way, my hands slide up along the strong lines of his thighs. My touch is slow and deliberate as I take him in, memorizing the way he tenses beneath my touch as I place a gentle kiss on the head of his cock—already eagerly dripping with precum.
On the other side of me, Beau leans down to whisper in my ear. “Put him in your mouth, Abbie. Be a good girl and gag on his cock.”
Something about hearing something so dirty come from my sweet Beau has wetness pooling between my thighs. And the feeling only builds when I wrap my hand around the base of Lawson’s cock and slide him into my mouth.
From behind, Jasper wraps my hair around his fist while Beau moves to a squat beside me, his fingers trail along the back of my arm—over my tattoo. The one that’s a constant reminder that I was always meant to find them.
I vaguely hear the sound of one of them unzipping their pants, but I’m too focused on Lawson. And when Beau reaches between my legsand drags his finger along the length of my pussy I can’t help but moan around Lawson’s cock.
“Fuck,” he growls, thrusting so he hits the back of my throat. I moan even louder.
I open my mouth as wide as I can. Jasper tightens his grip on my hair, and the sting at my roots combined with the slightly uncomfortable stretch of my cheeks is just the right amount of pain I needed. “Pretty sure Beau told you to gag on it, Red.”
I know I’m not in control anymore, and honestly, I can’t find it in me to care.
Lawson begins to fuck my face with purpose. His fingers tangle through the hair at the top of my head, he and Jasper keeping it steady as Beau leisurely trails his finger over my pussy.
