Page 119 of Power Shift

“I won’t lose you. Not any of you,” I declare, riding the motion of his thrusts. “We’ll talk it out together. Work through everything.”

“Yeah, Haven. We will.”

When he adds a second finger, I drop a hand between us and palm his erection, more slick dripping down his knuckles.

“Christ. You can’t touch me like that. I’ve been close to a rut for weeks,” he spits, pleasure soaking his tone.

I grip him tighter, working him beneath his shorts. His head hits the back of the couch before his eyes close, the speed of his fingers growing in intensity inside of me.

“Baby—” He chokes on whatever he was going to say when I shove my hand beneath the waistband of his shorts. The bare length of him is hot and thick, pulsing beneath my fingers. “Fuck. Take me out and spit on it, then, Briar. Get it wet.”

Excitement jolts through me as I follow his orders and shove his shorts down enough I can pull him free. My eyes widen on the monster in my hand. Veiny and so thick it’s a struggle for my fingers to touch around the girth of him, his cock is beautiful. The precum on the tip makes me moan.

Slowly, I push back on his thighs and lower my head before spitting. The clear liquid drips over my fingers and down the smooth skin of his cock.

He pistons the two fingers inside of me now like a reward. I grind against his palm, searching for pressure on my clit. He pushes into the roll of my hips and gives me what I need.

“I’ll come too soon,” he warns when I use the slickness of my saliva to stroke him.

The bulge at the base of him bumps against my hand, and I clench around his fingers, wishing he could push it inside of me.

“Me too. I’m—I’m close already. Just a bit . . . more. It’s so good,” I slur, my eyes unseeing as they roll back.

He curses low, throat straining. It’s unbelievably sexy how vocal he is, each moan and shuddered breath driving me closer to an orgasm.

His scent explodes, and then I’m choking on vanilla and cinnamon. I lean forward and kiss him, needing to taste them on my tongue. It’s like a hit from a drug. A fix for me alone.

“Get ready,” he warns, teeth skating over my lip.

I go still, pleasure blooming in my belly before growing claws and tearing its way through the rest of me. My vision goes white before I cry out, starting to shake.

Landon throbs in my hand as I squeeze him hard and push down, aiming him directly between my legs. When he comes, I feel it. Not just as he pulses in my hand but as I tug his fingers from inside of me and the hot splashes of cum paint my pussy instead, covering me in him.

“Oh, fuck. Look at you,” he pants, watching in bewilderment.

His fingers return to where I’m slick in both of our releases and play with me, never slipping inside. When he finally lifts them, they tap my lips.

I stick my tongue out without being asked, and he slides them along it, going deep enough I worry I’ll gag before retreating. Then, he does the same, our eyes clashing as he sucks his fingers clean.

Words evade me. All I can do is relax in his lap and feel the comedown, knowing he’s here, even if just for right now. And when he coils his arms around my back and holds me close, I believe that he’ll be here for a while yet.

38

DASH

After disappearing into thin air,Landon sent a text to the group chat letting us know he was on his way home with Briar. That’s all the warning we got, and that was well over an hour ago.

Coming back to the dressing room after practice to find him and his stuff gone with no explanation was alarming, to say the least. Jasper scoured the arena from top to bottom in search of him before we got to the parking lot and realized the SUV was also nowhere to be seen.

One tense Uber ride later and I was pacing the kitchen, threatening to call the police. Ronan quickly shut that idea down, reminding us that he hadn’t even been missing for an hour.

“Does he think that’s enough? Just that he’s on his way?” Jasper asks.

Ronan grips the counter until his knuckles are white. “Did he take her somewhere?”

“Would it even matter now? It’s too late to try and get any warning. He could have at least left us a way of getting home instead of abandoning us completely.”

There are three open beer bottles on the counter, two full and the third empty. I’m the only one of us who gulped every drop of one, needing it to soothe some of my anxiety.

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