Aidan comes first with a muffled groan. Dmitri is near silent. Zayn watches with satisfaction until the very last moment, where he spills over his hand at the sound of Lexie coming apart.
Lexie's next orgasm is gentler but still intense. She sighs Darren's name, trembling as she comes. He follows quickly, and watching him drive into her makes my spent cock twitch.
"Fuck!" Lexie cries as Darren finishes inside her. "Fucking fuck!"
"We really need a thesaurus," Zayn drawls, but his gaze stays dark on them. "I need her to scream every word in the English language in that exact tone."
"Thoughtful," she retorts playfully, still breathless.
I stroke her hair, Darren still trembling on top of her as he comes down from his release. "How are you feeling?"
"Amazing." She stretches. "A bit sore in the best way possible, and…"
"And?"
"And now I really want you to knot me," she breathes. "Not right now. I'd pass out. But..."
Tenderness washes through me. "We want that, too, beautiful. More than you have any idea."
"Like he said, it'll be worth the wait," Aidan says with a sleepy, satisfied grin.
"Besides," Zayn sits up, stretching. "The journey's half the fun."
For once, we agree on something.
Chapter
Twenty-Nine
LEXIE
The hot water runs down over my skin, washing away sweat and the delicious ache of well-used muscles. I sink deeper into the oversized tub, which is practically a small pool, letting bubbles rise to my chin as I stretch my legs out. The bathroom is steamy, lavender-scented, and exactly what I needed after the morning's activities.
Theirbathroom. Their tub. Their house.
Five men. One me.
I should be freaking out. Normal people would be freaking out, right? But all I feel is a pleasant buzz humming through my body and a sense of... rightness?
Is that weird? Probably. But I'm past caring.
My fingertips trace the marks on my collarbone, evidence of Aidan's enthusiasm from an hour ago. After breakfast and recovery time, he'd looked at me with those big green eyes, asked so politely if he could have a turn, and then proceeded to pin me against the wall of his bedroom with surprising strength. The contrast between his gentle requests and the way he'd gripped my hips hard enough to bruise had left me gasping.
Not that I'm complaining.
I sink lower, letting the warm water lap at my chin. My body aches pleasantly everywhere. Jax this morning, then Darren, and now Aidan.
Three down, two to go.
The thought brings heat to my cheeks that has nothing to do with the bath water.
I'm not sure how long I've been soaking when a knock interrupts my thoughts.
"You planning to turn into a prune in there?" Zayn's voice comes through the door, amused and slightly impatient.
"Considering it," I call back, smiling despite myself. "The amenities are excellent."
"Dinner's not for a couple of hours," he continues through the door. "Jax and Aidan are doing some fancy shit with a roast. Thought maybe you'd want company while you wait."
