was taking my man’s back the same way he’d taken mine.
“Adalynn,” Trey groaned.
I was on a downward glide.
“Almost,” I panted.
His hand left my hip, slid up my side, his thumb swiped my nipple before he went back and rolled it between his fingers.
A shiver skated down my spine and I tipped over the edge.
Heaven.
Trey cocked his legs and powered up into me, seeking his pleasure while my climax seared through me.
So good.
“Mouth,” he grunted and I fell forward to happily carry out his command.
His arms went around me, he drove me down, filling me completely. At the same time, his tongue tangled with mine, and he filled me a different way.
My orgasm was sublime. His tasted better.
22
There was nothing better in this world than my cock buried deep and Adalynn’s weight on my chest. Nothing compared. Only thing that came close was when I was on top and all four of her limbs were wrapped tight and she was holding on.
But there was something about the feel of her on top of me, with her face shoved in my neck, her breath fanning over my skin, her heart pounding against my chest, the smell of her hair, my arms wrapped around her, and her melting into me.
The best.
Both ways good, one way her claiming me, the other me claiming her.
“Trey?” Addy muttered, then pressed her lips to my throat.
“Yeah, baby?”
“Can’t breathe.”
My arms loosened but I didn’t move them.
“Better?”
“Yeah.”
I took a few more moments committing the feel of her to memory before I rolled us to the side. Addy being Addy, not wanting to lose our connection, arched into me. This was something I fucking loved. Didn’t know I needed it until she gave it to me. Though, likely, I’d never needed it before. It was her, the way she sought closeness, the way she reached for more, sparked something inside of me to life. A feeling that warmed me straight to my soul—raw, relentless, and ruthless in its invasion. I wanted it just as badly as I feared it.
A man who has it all has everything to lose.
I wanted it all—everything. Jasper was right, the promise of Addy was just the beginning. The depth of her character, her loyalty, her sweet brand of protection. I wanted her to give all of that to the horde of kids I’d never wanted before I met her. In my opinion, Hadley had the right idea—the more the better.
I wanted to be a man who had it all and worried every day about all the precious he had in his life, all the beauty his wife had given him. I’d take the worry and fear if I had Addy by my side.
“Where’d you go?” Addy whispered and trailed her fingertip over my forehead, down my temple, and traced the line of my jaw.
I didn’t tell her my thoughts. Instead, I asked, “You don’t see them, do you?”
“See what?”
Jesus, fuck.
Every damn time she reminded me, it’s like a kick to the gut leaving me breathless.
“My scars.”
Her gaze darted from mine to the side of my face and her eyes roamed.
“They’re just you.” She shrugged one shoulder and resumed scanning. “I can’t say I don’t care about them, because I care deeply about how you got them, but beyond that there’s…I don’t know, not much to say about them. Same for the burns on your back. I see them and think about how painful it must’ve been while the injury was healing, but it’s just another part of you.”
I swallowed the lump in my throat and knew she meant every word she said.
“May I ask you something, Trey?”
“Of course.”
“Why does your brother dislike you?”
Leave it to Adalynn to get straight to the point. She was shy and quiet with most everyone, but she didn’t mince words. And as I was learning, she wasn’t shy with the people she trusted, she was open and honest.
Except she had a secret. One I intended to learn, only I couldn’t dig it out like Jasper had suggested. I needed her to give it to me. Not because I’d coaxed it out of her, but because she trusted me enough to give it freely.
“Have you ever dealt with a narcissist?” I asked her.
“No, I don’t think so.” She scrunched her face and looked so fucking cute doing it I bent and pressed a hard kiss to her pinched lips, then pulled back and settled in.
“My dad’s a narcissist. For as long as I can remember, he also has a nasty temper—each