Page 27 of Tangled Souls

“How do you know how to give me what I need?” I murmur the question against her lips.

We share our breaths. The water showering down on us from above and soothing the edges of my frayed nerves.

“It’s easy because you do the same for me.” Her hands land on my shoulders. Her touch is like a feather, but it grounds me just the same. “I don’t just love you because you’re a part of this family, Baker. I love you for you. You are an amazing man, one who has hidden parts of himself behind smiles and charm. You are allowed to feel how you feel, and you are allowed to be who you are. You are deeper and more emotional than you’ve allowed yourself to show others.” When I open my mouth, she shakes her head, and it snaps closed. “I understand why but in here, with just me, you can be scared.”

This time when I kiss her, I take her mouth brutally. The kiss is all teeth, lips, and desperation. Her taste is fucking addicting, and I only want more.

I slow the kiss down and then pull back. Our chests are heaving as we breathe heavily. Her eyes are half-lidded and glazed over with lust.

After I pull her away from the wall, I set about getting her clean. There’s no way I’m not going to take the opportunity to show her how much she means to me and how I want to worship her.

The more time I spend with her while looking into her eyes, the better I feel and the smaller my fears become. I press my lips against her forehead before I shift us slightly underneath one of the rain showerheads.

“Thank you,” I murmur.

She smiles at me, and it feels like I can really breathe again.

I take my time drying us off after we step out of the shower. Is it a stall tactic so I can soak up a few more minutes? You better fucking believe it, but I’m not going to apologize for it.

When I reach over and grab her slinky, silky robe my cock takes an immediate interest. The way the fabric molds to her curves, hugging them and making me want to trace them with my hands, is impossible to ignore.

Just as I suspected, we step out of the bathroom and the rest of the guys are waiting for us. Their hair is wet which tells me they showered in their own bathrooms. The conversation stops from where they’re sitting against the headboard of our giant bed.

It’s not at all difficult to see the appreciation in their eyes as they take Oaklynn in. I’m not sure the robe will survive tonight, but we’ll just get her another one.

Oaklynn kisses my cheek before her eyes lock onto Huck. Our woman is up to something, and I can’t wait to see how it plays out.

CHAPTER 10

HUCK

When Oaklynn looks at me, her brown eyes intent and focused, everything else falls away. I could feel the fear coming off Baker earlier. He was worried about how our wife was going to react to seeing the reality of who we really are.

I could understand his worry, but I just didn’t share it.

Our woman is made of the strongest stuff. She doesn’t bend easily unless it’s to us. The way she can stand strong in the face of what life throws at her is something I admire. I’m not entirely sure how she does it, but it’s made me look back on my life and reassess some things.

There were times while growing up that I wasn’t nearly as strong as she is. But then I remember that I had the guys at my back. She had no one.

I wish I could have been there for her when she needed me, but it wasn’t the way life turned out. I’m right where I’m supposed to be now—at her side.

The sway of our woman’s hips as she walks toward the bed, leaving Baker standing near the doorway to the bathroom, has my breath hitching. She has no idea how gorgeous she is, not really. It blows my mind that she’s ours, especially in momentslike this.

As she nears the edge of the bed, she unties her robe. Then the silky fabric slides off her body and lands on the floor.

“Fuck,” Maxim groans next to me.

All I can do is nod in response since my mouth has gone dry and my cock, which is trapped in my boxer briefs, hardens so fast that I get a little dizzy. This woman is pure fucking magic. The way her soul has tangled with mine, with all of ours, is something I could only dream about and wish for before she came into our lives.

I wasn’t even sure a woman like Oaklynn was out there for us.

But she’s right here. In the flesh. The very smooth flesh which I know is so fucking soft.

Oaklynn climbs onto the bed, her movements graceful and pulling me deeper into her spell. She crawls over Kirill’s legs and then up the length of my body, not stopping until our noses are touching and she’s straddling my lap.

I know she can feel how hard I am for her because the heat of her pussy seeps through the strained fabric of my boxer briefs. She’s wet, I can feel it. Knowing that she’s slick with arousal, the sweetest I’ve ever tasted, has my mind spinning.

“Huck,” she coos, “what did you find out from Adam?”

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