Page 91 of Six of Hearts
"Two more," Noah reminded me, and I looked up to see him and Julian watching with dark, hungry eyes.
"I don't know if I can," I admitted, even as my body responded to their gazes.
"You can," Julian assured me, moving to the bed. "And you will."
He pulled me into his arms, kissing me softly, tenderly—such a contrast to the intensity of moments before. "Let me take care of you," he murmured against my lips.
He laid me back gently, settling between my thighs. When he pushed inside, it was slow and sweet, his eyes locked on mine.
"I love you," he said, and my heart clenched.
"I love you too," I whispered.
He made love to me like that—slow, deep strokes that built the pleasure gradually, his hands and mouth worshipping every inch of skin he could reach. When I came this time, it was softer, rolling through me like a wave instead of crashing, and he followed right after, burying his face in my neck.
"Perfect," he breathed. "You're perfect."
Finally, Noah climbed onto the bed, pulling me into his lap so I was straddling him. "One more," he said, brushing my hair back from my face. "Can you give me one more, baby?"
I was exhausted, wrung out, every muscle trembling—but for him, I would find the strength.
"Yes," I said, sinking down onto him.
He groaned, his hands spanning my waist. "That's my girl."
I rode him slowly, my movements languid and unhurried. There was no rush now—we had time. His hands roamed mybody, touching and caressing, while his mouth found mine in a deep, claiming kiss.
"You're everything," he murmured against my lips.
"Everything we needed. Everything I needed.”
Tears pricked my eyes at the emotion in his voice. "You're everything to me too," I said. "All of you."
He thrust up into me, and I gasped, the angle hitting something deep inside that made stars burst behind my eyelids. We moved together, finding a rhythm that was perfect and right, building slowly toward that peak.
"Cum with me," Noah said, his hand sliding between us to circle my clit. "One more time, baby. Give it to me."
I shattered around him, and he followed immediately, both of us crying out as we came together.
Somewhere in the distance, I heard fireworks—and then the others were cheering.
"Midnight," Liam said, grinning. "Happy New Year."
Noah pulled me down against his chest, both of us still connected, still trembling. The others crowded around us on the bed, hands touching, lips pressing kisses to whatever skin they could reach.
"Happy New Year," I whispered, looking around at all of them—these six incredible men who had given me everything.
"To new beginnings," Ronan said softly, echoing our earlier toast.
"To family," Gabriel added.
"To us," Ethan finished.
And as we lay there together, tangled and satisfied and complete, I knew that this was exactly where I was meant to be. This was home. They were home.
And I would never let them go.
Twenty-Seven
