Page 61 of Breakaway

“Yes, it’s exactly what I wanted to hear.” I crowd her against the shower wall, the cool tiles a balm to her heated flesh. “Because I promise you, I won’t be stopping until you’re seeing the whole goddamn Milky Way, minha luz. Tell me now if you’re not ready for this. Otherwise, I’m going to fuck your pretty little pussy until you’re begging me to stop.” I grip my dick, rubbing it through her wetness, the feel of her against me dragging a tortured groan from my throat.

“Yes,” she moans, her head falling back, eyes half-mast as her hips roll forward unconsciously. “Fuck me, Raiden.” Our eyes meet for a fraction of a second, not an ounce of doubt shining back at me, just absolute certainty that this is meant to be. That we’re meant to be.

Hooking her leg around my arm, I line my cock up with her entrance and slowly ease inside. She’s so fucking tight, it takes me several tries before I can fully seat myself to the hilt. Her gasp is a mixture of pain and pleasure, that fine line between the two blurring deliciously. I pull back out, then press forward once again, the resistance I was met with before a thing of the past. Her pussy is drenched with desire for me, and it feeds my caveman brain to know I’m the one she’s dripping and desperate for.

“Fuck, minha luz. You feel so good, baby.” I keep my thrusts nice and slow, conscious of the life she’s carrying and not wanting to push her body too far. “I could live inside your pussy for the rest of my life, and it still wouldn’t be long enough.” Andi huffs a laugh, her nails dragging along my back, the press of them just sharp enough to leave an imprint behind.

“Harder, Raiden,” she urges, gripping my ass and tugging me towards her.

“Are you sure that’s okay?” I question, brows dipped low with concern.

“It’s fine,” she growls, the most adorable sound I’ve ever heard, as her impatience starts to bubble over.

“Wrap your arms around my neck,” I instruct, placing my free hand behind the back of her head so it doesn’t bang against the tile. Once she’s holding on to me, I pick up the pace, rutting my dick inside of her until she’s mumbling nonsensically. Pressing my thumb against her clit, I lean forward and sink my teeth over Briggs’ mark, making it my own. Andi screams, her release rushing forward so quickly, it catches me off guard when her pussy starts to pulse around my cock. I make it three more thrusts before I’m coming right along with her, the pleasure coursing through me so intense, I nearly cause us to lose our footing.

“Puta merda, eu te amo tanto⁠*,” I mumble, my forehead falling to Andi’s. Ashamedly, I realize I haven’t even kissed her properly yet. Aiming to rectify that immediately, I ghost my lips over hers. What starts as nothing more than a few sweet pecks quickly escalates when her tongue swipes the seam of my mouth, demanding entrance. I happily oblige, kissing her deeply, hoping the emotion behind the action is apparent. This isn’t just a hook-up to scratch an itch for me. This is the start of forever.

“As much as I love it when you speak Portuguese, I have no idea what you just said,” Andi jokes, her dichromatic eyes alight with happiness.

“I said I love you, minha luz. More than I ever thought was possible to love another person. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, and I promise to show you that every day, for as long as you’ll let me.” I gently kiss the apples of her cheeks. Easing out of her, we both groan, my dick already twitching and ready for round two. We spend the next few minutes taking turns cleaning one another. It’s a level of intimacy I’ve never experienced before, and I’m grateful that it gets to be with Andi. When the water starts to run cold, I grab us both towels and begin drying her from head to toe. The realization that Andi’s biting her lip to rein in how emotional she is from the simple act of being taken care of makes me homicidal. If Tobias weren’t already rotting in Hell, I’d happily send him there myself.

“How’s a nap sound?” I entice her by pulling back my expensive down comforter, knowing she’s taken a liking to it. “You’ve had an eventful morning; you and the baby should get some rest.” I drop a kiss to her forehead, enjoying how amenable she is after a couple of orgasms. “I’m going to have lunch with Mia and run a few errands, but I’ll be back by dinnertime. I love you, minha luz.”

“I love you, too,” she responds around a yawn, her eyes already closing.

I watch her for several more seconds, stroking the wet strands of her hair from her face. Tracing her delicate features, I marvel at how beautiful she is. How lucky am I that Andi thinks I’m worthy of her love? I vow here and now that I’ll never do anything to lose this, which means the guys and I need to have a difficult conversation. Placing one last kiss on her temple, I finish drying off and retrieve my slacks from the bathroom floor, but my shirt is going to need a few minutes in the dryer to get the wrinkles out. Quietly exiting, I head to the laundry room to toss it in, then round the corner to find Briggs and Hudson playing on the living room floor.

“So nice of you to join us.” His droll tone makes it obvious he overheard us.

“I get it,” I start, taking a seat on the arm of the couch. “I’m in law enforcement; you’re a criminal. Not really conducive to a friendship.” I can hear his teeth grinding together to keep from saying something inappropriate in front of Hudson.

“I’d hardly describe my transgressions as criminal,” he sneers, launching a plastic building block in my direction, but his aim is skewed because of his seated position. It sails past me, clacking against the floor where it lands. Hudson looks at Briggs in betrayal, his chubby cheeks smooshed together in a pout before he toddles over to retrieve his toy. A smile stretches across my face when he realizes his childish behavior backfired, and now he needs to find his way back into the good graces of a two-year-old.

“Back to the point I was trying to make,” I voice, attempting to get us back on track.

“There’s a point?” Briggs mumbles under his breath.

“There is, actually.” I stretch my legs out, crossing them at the ankle. “The two of us need to put aside our differences, for Andi’s sake. She’s got enough stressors in her life without worrying about her boyfriends killing each other if she isn’t there to mediate.”

“Boyfriends?” he sputters, his eyes wide with shock.

“Do you have a better word to describe what we’re doing? Because we sure as shit aren’t hooking up,” I all but growl. “Like fuck is Andi going to feel cheap and replaceable. So if this isn’t a long-term, forever kind of thing for you, you need to step away and give her a chance to move on.”

“Fuht!” Hudson exclaims, his little voice echoing around the room. Well, shit. Andi’s gonna be pissed if he repeats that in front of her. I want to be excited that he’s said another word, or at least attempted to, but I feel like that’d be the wrong response. It would be counterproductive to improving his speech if I were to scold him, though…right? Briggs and I glance at one another, then carry on as if nothing happened, silently agreeing to keep this between the two of us.

“I can assure you, I have no plans of going anywhere,” he insists, and though I’m inclined to believe him, I still have reservations based on his past behavior.

“Are you sure about that?” I probe. His dark eyes narrow, lips parting to release a stream of undoubtedly colorful words, but I hold my hand up to cut him off. “I’m not trying to be difficult, Briggs. I want to know that when the going gets tough, you’re not going to bail. She’s a mother of two now. Andi needs rock-solid support, not someone who’s taken a liking to disappearing for days on end. I don’t know your history, or what has you running scared so often, but that stops here and now if you’re going to be a part of this.”

“Fuck you,” he spits venomously, leaning close so Hudson doesn’t hear him. “You have no idea what I’ve been through or why I do the shit I do. I’ve given you no reason to think I’d leave Andi without an explanation. In fact, I’ve been on my best goddamn behavior, so excuse me if I don’t appreciate you speaking on things you aren’t the least bit privy to.”

“And I don’t need to know, Briggs. But what you just said, about not leaving Andi without an explanation, that’s the problem. You don’t get to leave Andi, period. If you’re serious about this new lease on life you’ve seemingly embraced, then fucking commit. This is going to be difficult enough, trying to navigate a relationship that consists of five different people, without us having to worry about you flying off the handle.”

“Jesus, you’re actually considering this, aren’t you?” he stares at me incredulously, but beneath his prudish reaction, I can see the wheels turning, his brain surmising what I’ve already realized: there’s no other way we get to keep her.

“Andi’s been forced into a box of someone else's making for the better part of a decade. Hell, longer than that if we include her parents and their penchant for never putting her needs before their own. No one has ever put her first. I’m not going to make her choose between us, or have her rip her heart apart just to appease societal norms. She didn’t purposely fall for four different men, and it’s obvious to anyone with eyes how distraught it’s making her. How guilty she feels, when there’s absolutely no reason for her to be tying herself into knots over it.

“You know as well as I do that she’d rather cut us all off or relegate us to the friend zone before she chooses just one of us. So if the only way for me to keep Andi is to share her with the three of you, then I’d rather have a piece of her than nothing at all. Can you say the same? Are you willing to set aside your jealousy and put her needs before your own?” I question bluntly, knowing this isn’t the time for mincing words.