Page 169 of G.O.D.S Omnibus

“Don’t stare at me,” he murmurs sleepily, but the smile on his face betrays him. He’s been awake for a while now.

“But you’re so pretty. I need to touch you.”

I reach over and run my hand down his stomach, sliding it under the waistband of his boxers. Things have progressed, but Trace wants to take it slow, and I can respect that. I’m just grateful he isn’t opposed to touching each other.

“Morning fuckers,” Kai says, walking into my room. I swear there is no point in even having a door; no one seems to knock anyway.

“What do you want, man?” Trace groans. “It’s Saturday... surely we can sleep in just one day.”

“Jolie, remove your hand from his dick. We all have a meeting with the lawyers and need to leave in half an hour. Brennan is having an aneurysm downstairs because Chester and Laughn ganged up on him and wouldn’t let him come upstairs to wake you.”

I laugh. “And how did you get up here then, huh?”

“Creed was left to guard, and I switched nights with him.” Kai shrugs like it’s no big deal.

I let go of Trace’s hard-on and slide my hands out from under the blanket. “Let’s shower and go downstairs before Brennan gets hurt.”

Kai slips out of the room as both Trace and I get in the shower. A naked Trace is a glorious sight—his colourful tattoos,corded muscles, and that deep V. I avert my eyes from staring straight at his cock. Nope, I lied, I can’t help it.

“Jolie, eyes up here,” he says with a laugh.

“I can’t help it! These lines point right to the goods.” Lightly running my fingers down the deep channels, I stare, transfixed as he moans, his hard cock pressed tight against his stomach.

Dropping to my knees, I look up at him, water falling into my face, waiting for him to tell me to stop. He doesn’t. I gently stroke him a few times, then leaning forward, I lick my way from root to head, finally sucking him into my mouth. Trace tangles one hand in my hair and raises the other above his head, leaning against the tiles to brace himself. He guides my head up and down his length at a pace that feels good for him. I want nothing more than to wrap my legs around his waist and fuck him senseless, but I respect the fact that he wants to wait.

The closer he gets, the faster he thrusts. “Oh fuck,” he groans. His thrusts turn short and his cock swells in my mouth until cum squirts down my throat.

Trace pulls me to my feet and hugs me to his body. “You’re perfect,” he whispers. “I’m sorry I’m not ready yet.”

“Don’t apologise. I will wait for as long as you need, and I’m happy to repeat that again.”

And it’s true, I will be patient with him. I’d be an asshole if I wasn’t. There are nine other guys downstairs that would dick me in two seconds flat.

“I like your tattoo,” he says, causing me to turn so he can see it better. Kai’s been working tirelessly on it, and we finally finished it yesterday. The fact we heal super fast is a bonus. It isn’t instant healing, but after twenty-four hours, I was good for another session.

Once we are washed and dressed, we head downstairs to make sure Chester hasn’t given Brennan an aneurysm yet.

Everyone is already gathered in the kitchen eating breakfast. “How did you sleep?” Case asks, taking my hand and pulling me into his lap.

“She was restless all night, tossing and turning.”

“My damn nipples are sore and I’m crampy. I think I’m due for my period.”

A bunch of groans fill the air.

“Sucks to be the ones who have the next seven days.” Kai laughs.

“I’m not opposed to blood,” Laughn mumbles, taking a bite of his toast.

“Her mouth doesn’t bleed,” Davis adds, and I flip him off.

“What have I gotten myself into?” I grumble under my breath.

Case pulls me into his chest. “We can run away and hide from these animals.”

I snort. “Somehow, I think they would hunt us down and drag me back.”

“We need to leave to be on time,” Brennan states, clearly still agitated.

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