He chuckled. “You have a beautiful body. I’m just admiring every inch of it.”
“Even with my scars?” I blurted and shut my eyes, mortified that my insecurities had made an appearance.
“Every part of you is beautiful, Shi.” He pressed his lips to the center of my back. “Even your scars.”
I will not cry during sex. I will not cry during sex.
One of his hands dropped from my butt cheek and his fingers began rubbing my clit.
I wanted to yell Yes! but resisted the urge. I’d embarrassed myself enough.
“You’re dripping wet,” he said as he moved his fingers from my clit to my core. He pushed two fingers inside me, making me moan.
As he pumped them in and out of me, I rocked back. “I need more, Keelan.”
“I need to prep you to take my cock, baby, or I could hurt you,” he explained, pushing a third finger into me—stretching me. “One day, if you want me to, I can just shove into this pussy and fuck you because we’re caught up in the moment, but let’s take our time tonight.”
“Thank you for being mindful and for giving me something to look forward to later.”
He chuckled. “Happy to be of service.” He pulled his fingers from me and I heard the noise of him ripping open the condom. “I think you’re ready for me now.”
I lifted my head off the mattress when he aligned himself with my entrance. He pushed forward, sliding in slowly. The feeling nearly had my eyes rolling to the back of my head.
Once he was fully inside of me, he held me by my hips and began rocking his own. He moved in and out with slow, gentle thrusts that felt like a tease.
I pushed back. “Harder.”
“You’re not ready—”
I slammed myself back on him again. “Quit holding back on me,” I practically growled.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” His words brought me back to the first time we’d sparred. We had said the same thing to each other.
“I can take you, pretty boy,” I threw over my shoulder.
He chuckled and gripped my hips more firmly. Then he thrust into me.
“Yes!” I cried out.
He continued to pound into me. The sound of my moans and his thighs smacking the back of mine filled the room. I had to put my hand on the headboard to keep myself from falling forward. One of his hands wrapped around to my front and rubbed my clit. I moaned loud because it was just what I needed.
“You keep moaning like that, you’ll wake my brothers, and I didn’t lock the door.” His other hand went to one of my breasts and rubbed my nipple between his fingers. “If they come in here, I’m not stopping. They’ll watch me fuck you.”
The thought of any of them watching this—what we were doing—had me clenching around him.
He groaned. “Does that turn you on? What a naughty girl,” he said with a low voice. “I wonder how much louder I can make you.” He rubbed my clit with more pressure.
I tried to fight back my moans, but the moment I felt my orgasm building, they ripped their way out of me. “Don’t stop!” I begged.
“You gonna cum for me?”
“Yes!”
He didn’t stop. Instead, he made me shatter. My orgasm was so intense I saw spots as I lowered my head back to the mattress. Keelan continued to thrust into me, spurring my orgasm on and on. It was almost too much. My cries were muffled by the mattress until Keelan drove into me one last time, groaning. He pulled out of me and fell onto his back on the mattress, panting.
I stretched my legs out so that I was lying on my stomach, my breathing also labored. “Wow,” I huffed out between breaths.
He gave me this cocksure smirk. “I know.”
I grabbed my pillow and hit him with it as I tried not to laugh.
We were able to sleep for a few more hours before Keelan’s alarm went off. All four of them had to work today. Keelan and I both shuffled into the kitchen holding hands. We both halted when we saw that Colt, Creed, and Knox were already in the kitchen, looking tired and sipping on coffee.
“Good morning,” I said, letting go of Keelan’s hand to go over to the coffee maker.
“You two are up before me?” Keelan said to Colt and Creed. “Did hell freeze over?”
“Couldn’t fall back to sleep after being woken up by Shiloh at three in the morning,” Creed grumbled.
I whirled around. “What?”
Creed rubbed his eyes tiredly. “I thought she was having a nightmare at first.”