Page 43 of Black Hearts
I laughed. I couldn’t help it. In the grand scheme of things, having glasses fall on my face was nothing, although, with the way my head jerked to the side when it happened, you’d think a spider had fallen on me instead.
I didn’t laugh for long, because laughing made the muscles in my stomach put in some work, and they were not happy to do so, but even after the laughter died down, I kept the smile on my face.
“Let me just—” Theo paused, trying to reach to put his glasses on the nightstand. He couldn’t quite get to it, so in the end he settled for tossing them gently. That didn’t work, either. He must’ve misjudged the distance, because the glasses hit the corner of the nightstand and fell to the floor. “Oh, damn it.”
“At least it’s carpet,” I said, still grinning. They shouldn’t be broken, but with his current luck, they just might be.
Anyway, back to the good stuff.
Theo might’ve been going into this blind without his glasses, but his body knew what to do, his cock knew where to go. He took himself in his hand again, and even though he probably only saw a blurry form of my face, I locked eyes with him the second his tip prodded my entrance. He pushed down upon me, and his cock filled me bit by bit. I held onto his sides, fingers digging into his skin.
I let out a fluttery sigh, unable to say anything else. If I could speak, I’d tell him it felt amazing to be here with him, to have him inside of me, to feel the pulsating of his cock and know every ounce of his desire was mine. But again, if I tried to speak, I was fairly sure all that would come out would be gibberish.
His body shuddered above mine, and for a while, Theo didn’t move. It was almost like he had to get used to the feeling of my core clamped around his length. Based on the way his eyelids had slammed shut the moment he pushed inside, I’d say I felt like heaven to him. The feeling was mutual.
And then, without warning, he began to thrust. Slowly, at first, his hips took on a rhythm that I felt in my very soul, pumping his length in and out of my slick core. I had to close my eyes to revel in the feeling of being one with him, holding onto him like he was my lifeline. And he was in this moment.
They all were. If I didn’t have my guys, I… I didn’t know what I’d do, where I’d be. Brainwashed by my father, doing whatever he wanted me to do. Sick. I didn’t want to think about that.
The way we were joined was far different than it had been our first time. Being in a bed, feeling Theo’s confident movement above me, rather than sitting on the edge of a vanity countertop and trying not to fall off, was the main thing. I seriously wouldn’t trade any of them for the world.
I wanted this. I wanted them. I hated that it had taken me so long to realize that a life without these Scott men would be no life at all. Their love might come with some pain, but without pain, could you truly feel the heights of pleasure? There was no light without the darkness, no good without the bad.
A low, manly groan came from Theo’s throat, and I had to close my eyes when I heard the sound. So carnal, so husky. It was a sound I memorized so I could remember it when he wasn’t with me. His forehead leaned against mine, and my back arched involuntarily, my body attuned to his.
It didn’t matter that the others were out there, nor did it matter that Markus would be coming back anytime now. Truly, this shared moment was the only thing that occupied my focus.
And it felt so good. So good, I couldn’t even describe it.
Theo’s cock speared me, pushing me closer to the brink with every powerful thrust of his hips. My inner core tightened, my muscles starting to lose it. It felt like my entire body was being swallowed by pure pleasure, and I didn’t want to fight it. I let it wash over me, strong waves of heated bliss surging through my nerves.
I cried out, clinging to him, needing his strength to ground me from this mind-blowing orgasm.
Theo must’ve felt the change in my core, for he labored to breathe above me, his thrusting becoming wilder and unsteady. He managed to whisper, “I wish we could stay like this forever.” Us, together, no clothes involved. No immediate worries about the outside world.
Yeah, you know what? That sounded great to me, too.
But it couldn’t last forever, and that was proven by Theo’s own orgasm. He came with a rumble of his chest, sharp jerks of his hip digging his cock into my pussy over and over as he filled the condom with his cum.
While they were necessary, I knew I didn’t like them. I would much rather have my men bare, have them empty themselves straight into me. I liked knowing they were still a part of me, even after their bodies disentangled themselves from mine.
He was slow in pulling out of me, and when he did, he simply rolled to his back and lay there beside me, the rubber wrapped around his cock full of his cum. His chest rose and fell with uneven breaths, and he was even slower in turning his head toward me, giving me an easy smile. He rolled onto his side, swept some of the hair away from my face, and said, “I love you. I hope you know that.”
Theo was the most straightforward with his feelings out of all of the guys, and it was a big part of why I’d been so drawn to him. Everyone else beat around the bush, grew possessive over me—which was nice, because I’d learned I was naturally a more submissive kind of girl—but it was nice, every now and then, to hear such reassurances.
I nodded. “I love you, too.” When I said that, the grin Theo wore was giddy, boyish, and infectious. I couldn’t help but match it.
I loved them all. And yet… I didn’t think I would ever get used to saying those words aloud. For all my life, I’d only ever told them to Daddy—I mean my father, and he so clearly didn’t deserve an ounce of love from me.
Although, some would claim the same of Markus and the others, but if there was one thing I’d learned, it was that love didn’t care who you were. It didn’t care where you came from, whether you were alike or different. It came into your life, took you by the neck, and directed you where to go.
And it didn’t take no for an answer.
Even though I knew he didn’t want to get up, Theo forced himself off the bed, shuffling his feet to reach the tissue box on the nightstand. With one hand, he grabbed a tissue, but before he yanked the condom off, he picked up his glasses and put them on. Those warm amber eyes of his flicked in my direction, just for the briefest of seconds, before he started to yank the rubber off.
I watched him for a few moments, and then I turned my head to the ceiling, closing my eyes and simply existing. It felt like I hadn’t had a chance to relax in… well, in forever. My whole life had been me walking on eggshells, and now this thing with my father and the Scott patriarch. I didn’t know how we were going to get through it, but we had to.
That house had become my home, even if I’d rather never see some of its inhabitants ever again. Ahem, like Lincoln.
