Page 26 of Just Right
His rhythm stutters a little. He frowns, grabbing my thigh, lifting it high so he can find an even deeper angle. That must be what he does it because, on a roar that is so not muffled, he comes before pressing his chest against mine.
He stays there like that, squeezing me close, just like Finn did.
And then, with another mannerism that belongs to his twin, he slips his fingers through my hair.
“I like soft things,” he pants out, and I’m not sure if he’s referring to my hair, my body, or the pussy that his spent cock is still managing to nestle inside when he adds, “and you’re so fucking soft, my mate.”
Mate.
Maate.
Uh-oh.
Finn is still asleepwhen I slink back into his bed.
I don’t feel guilty. If it was anyone else but one of his brothers, I’d consider that cheating. Like, if I went on a hike in the woods, encountered a hunter, and decided to fuck him? That would be messed-up. Whether I can even try to understand it or not, I’m here for my three bears.
And that right there is the conclusion I came to right before I gave in to my attraction to Colt.
Mythreebears.
This bond stretching between me and Finn and Colt and Rowan… that’s why I couldn’t understand which one of them issupposed to be my mate. It’s because I’m being yanked toward all of them in different, yet meaningful ways.
My experience with Colt was a revelation. Another part of my guarded heart was given to the cocky, demanding twin when he pinned me under him, telling me that he’s waited his entire life for this moment. I’d almost expected he’d crow over the fact that I left his twin’s bed in favor of seeking him out in his, but that wasn’t Colt.
Because just like his couch and his bed? Colt really is a softy, and though I’m still missing a bite on my skin, I know now that I’m also his.
How will Finn take it? Or Rowan? I’m beginning to wonder if the Brown brothers knew all along what I only just started suspecting. That, when I found my way to their cabin, they recognized that I belonged to them in every way while I was in Blacmoor… and that I’ve already proved that by claiming the twins on my own.
If I’m right, they’ll understand why my gut—and, okay, mypussy—told me to seek out Colt. If I’m wrong… well, I’m leaving soon. I only hope I don’t break up the powerful bond existing between the three bears before I do…
As I slide into bed, I discover that I’m right about one thing, and wrong about the other.
Wrong: Finn? He might’ve seemed like he was asleep, but as soon as I climb under the quilt, one of his arms goes over my naked middle, tugging me up against his bare chest—and his notable erection.
“Missed you,Honig.” Eyes still closed, Finn buries his nose into my neck. He snuffles, and I think he might’ve only stirred to acknowledge my return to bed before sleeping again, that that was a snore, when he breathes in deep, then exhales a puff of warm breath against my sweat-slicked skin. “Colt smells delicious on you.”
Busted.
I swallow roughly, a little nervous as I ask, “Do you mind?”
“That my twin finally got to share our mate? Why would I? You’re just as much his as you are mine, sweet Goldie. I’m just glad you finally saw that.”
Yup. I was right.
That’s why Finn refused to claim me so adamantly, both with his bite and with his words. He would never tell me straight that I washismate.
And that’s because I belong to himandhis twin.
What about Rowan, I wonder. As Finn shifts his groin closer, nestling his dark cock between my thighs, the head searching for me as though the thought of going where his brother was only moments ago is as erotic to Finn as it was to Colt… I can’t think about Rowan now.
I’m in Finn Brown’s bed. He’s holding me like I’m precious, and his cock is insistent.
I lift my leg enough to give him easier access to me.
He presses a kiss to the back of my shoulder. “Are you too tender for yourBärchen?”
I shake my head at the same time as my body trembles in anticipation. “No,” I whisper into the night.
