Eighty-Five

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Lewis likes to fuck with the lights on.

No shadows. No darkness. Nothing to block his view, his mouth, or his hands.

And the way he looks at me...

Whether I have my clothes on or off, he looks at me like the moon sets and rises where I am. I love it. I love him.

His fingers send shivers up my spine as they climb my back, gently learning every dip and curve. Warm lips follow, leaving soft kisses and praises. I'm speechless, lying on my side to watch us in his mirror.

He's more naked than I am. Unblemished tanned skin on display with his lean muscles rolling as he moves. Tattoos dot his arms and back, climbing like vines to his shoulders and round backside. I want to run my tongue across them, and trace their pattern until I know them better than he does.

His cock is hard and warm, resting against my lower back as he leans over me. I push against him, eager to have him slide inside of me, but his hand flattens to my lower back. It locks me to his sheets, unable to squirm away.

As his hand slips around my stomach to cup my breast, his eyes lock with mine in the mirror.

"Tell me you want this," he says.

Transfixed, I nod. He's so beautiful. It's difficult to believe he's real.

The shadows from the flickering fireplace play well on his face. They draw long lines across his high cheekbones, straight nose, and full mouth. His eyelashes, long and jet black, fan as he blinks his dark coffee-colored eyes.

"I need to hear words, Blue," he whispers, lips pressing to my temple, "tell me you want this or I'll stop."

"I told you," I mutter, shyly breaking eye contact, but his hand seizes my chin to turn it toward him. "You know what I want you to do to me."

I've said and thought plenty of dirty things, but saying them changes things. It puts a voice to the thoughts rattling around in my head constantly. If I let these claw their way out of my throat, what else will they bring with them?

His gaze is heavier outside of the mirror. It's consuming, focusing on mine with heat. I've seen this look before—three times already—and yet it still takes my breath away.

"Say it again. I need to hear you want this, Blue. I need you to understand I'll never expect you to do something you aren't comfortable with, okay?"

His lips take mine in a chaste kiss. It's far shorter than I want. Instinctively, I move forward, but the hand on my chin stops me.

When he pulls away, his right eyebrow is raised expectantly. Slowly, I reach up and cup his cheek to pull him back to me. I need him close.

As his lips ghost mine, he stops. "A single word is all I need, Blue."

"I want you, Lewis."

I want you in every way. In every life. In every future.

I must be mad. How can I love four men at the same time for completely different reasons? The others may have broken my heart, but I can't deny how I feel. How I'll probably feel for the rest of my life.

Chris for his loyalty. Charlie for his fearlessness. Michael for his kindness.

And Lewis... for his patience.

His fingers thread in my hair, tightening as my head tilts backward.

"If at any time you want to stop, you say the word. Do you understand?"

"Just fuck me, please."

A low sexy laugh leaves his lips. "Roll on your back. I need to taste you first."

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