(Trigger Warning: This chapter contains explicit content and is intended for mature readers.)
Lucas chuckled low. “Then we won’t stop giving.”
I glanced between them, suddenly very aware of how close we all were. The way Liam’s thumb was rubbing lazy circles on my palm. The way Levi’s gaze dropped to my lips with a knowing smile. The way Lucas looked at me was like I was the only thing he’d ever wanted.
I looked at Lucas’s lips and wanted more.
“Get in the back,” Lucas said, voice rough. “We need less distance between us.”
There was something in the way he said it that made my stomach flutter.
I moved from the front seat to the back, my breath caught in my throat as the boys followed. The doors shut with a soft click, and the space seemed to hum around us, close, warm, wild.
Lucas crawled toward me, eyes dark. He and Levi were at my sides, undoing the buttons of my sweater and dress with practiced ease, while Liam lifted my legs into his lap, planting a kiss on each knee.
