Page 151 of Final Drive

I manage a nod, but his eyes narrow until I make myself answer. “I’m here.”

“Good.”

Zane kisses the inside of my thigh, then my hip, leaving a damp trail as he works his way up my body. His hair is wrecked from my legs, his mouth wet, and he looks so pleased with himself that under any other circumstances I’d have something to say about it. I don’t have enough functioning brain left. He kisses me anyway, and I taste myself on his tongue before Beckett catches him by the back of the neck and moves him aside.

Zane goes willingly, which tells me more about whatever conversation happened before they came upstairs than anything else has.

Beckett settles between my legs. He’s been in control of the room for the better part of an hour, but up close I can see what it’s cost him. His breathing is rough, his pupils blown wide, and when I put my palms against his chest, his heart is beating hard enough for me to feel it.

He takes one of my hands and puts it higher over his bond mark. The flicker inside me goes solid. For the first time since he put that mark on me, Beckett doesn’t feel like a struck match. He feels like a flame that’s finally caught.

His forehead comes down against mine. “Eyes.”

I open them, and he pushes into me slowly.

The stretch steals my breath. I’m already wet and open from Zane’s mouth and fingers, but Beckett is thick enough that my body still has to give around him. He feels it. His jaw tightens and he stops halfway, holding himself there until my thighs loosen.

I move my hips, and his hand closes around one. “No.”

“Beckett.”

“Let me.”

That’s all it takes this time. I go still and let him press deeper until he’s seated fully inside me, the breath leaving both of us at once. For a second he doesn’t move. His hands are braced on either side of me, and his face is close enough that I can see the moment his control slips.

Then he draws almost all the way out and thrusts back in.

My head tips back as he does it again, slow and deep, setting a pace that makes me feel every inch of him. The drag of his cock inside me is almost unbearable after the orgasm Zane just gave me, and every stroke pulls another small sound out of my throat while Beckett watches all of them happen.

Zane stretches out beside me with one hand moving lazily over my thigh. Cameron stays near my other shoulder. Neither of them tries to take over. They touch me in the spaces Beckett leaves open, Zane’s fingers tracing the inside of my knee while Cameron’s mouth brushes my shoulder and his palm stays warm over my ribs.

It isn’t anything like being overwhelmed. It’s being surrounded, and there’s a difference.

Beckett changes the angle of my hips, and the next thrust hits deep enough that my nails dig into his chest. His breath breaks, the first real crack in the control he’s been holding all night, and I do it again deliberately.

His eyes narrow. I’m expecting a joke, but he doesn’t make one.

Instead he drives into me harder.

The mattress shifts under the force of it. My legs tighten around his waist and he loses the careful rhythm he’d been holding, each thrust coming faster and deeper than the one before. The room fills with the wet sound of our bodies meeting, my breathing, his, the occasional involuntary noise I can’t swallow fast enough.

Beckett bends and kisses me, messy now, nothing like the controlled kiss that started this. His teeth catch my lower lip and his hand slides under my ass, pulling me into the next thrust while his bond burns steady inside my chest.

I feel his knot beginning to swell, the pressure building at my entrance with every stroke and stretching me wider. My body recognizes what’s coming before my brain does and tightens around him.

“Reese.”

The way he says my name is the first thing tonight that’s sounded like something he couldn’t control.

My second orgasm starts lower and slower than the first. Not the sharp climb Zane gave me. This one builds with Beckett’s knot, with every deep stroke and the steady pressure of him stretching me, with Beckett’s fingers still laced through mine and Zane’s hand moving over my thigh.

Beckett’s eyes stay on me, and I finally understand what he’s been doing all night. He wanted me looked at while it happened. Not watched like somebody waiting for me to break, not monitored or managed. Just seen.

His knot catches.

Beckett drives deep one last time and locks inside me, the sudden fullness tipping me over with him. My body clenches hard around his cock and knot as I come, and his face drops into my neck with a rough sound I’ve never heard from him before.

For several seconds neither of us can move. His knot holds us together while the aftershocks work through both of us, every pulse of him inside me echoed through the bond. Beckett’s forehead rests against my collarbone, one hand still under my hip and the other holding mine. Zane’s fingers move through my hair while Cameron’s palm settles flat on my stomach.