He grabs my other wrist too, pinning my hands at my lower back as he nips at my bottom lip.
“You’re up early,” he murmurs.
“Not as early as you.” I brush my lips against his, stealing little half kisses before I draw back to look into his eyes. “I didn’t even realize you were awake.”
Not that I counted the bodies in bed before I got up. Although maybe I should start doing that.
He shrugs, his gaze tracking over my face, his amber eyes warm. “I woke up about an hour ago. Couldn’t sleep, so I came out here to watch the sunrise.”
“Me too.” Then I let out a soft chuckle, realizing he’s put me directly in his view of said sunrise. The slowly rising sun behind me is casting my shadow over Lincoln’s face. “You can’t see it at all anymore, can you?”
“Don’t care.”
The words are a hungry growl as he sits a up little straighter, claiming another kiss.
“I can’t see it either,” I comment in a teasing whisper.
“Oh, you want to see the sunrise?”
“Eh.”
I shrug noncommittally and am about to go in for another kiss when Lincoln suddenly leans me backward, supporting me with one arm so my back arches and my head tilts, giving me an upside-down view of the rising sun.
“There you go.”
“Gee, thanks.”
A dry laugh huffs out of me, but it turns into another sound entirely as Linc uses his free hand to push the soft, oversized t-shirt up my stomach, sliding it over my breasts and bunching it up just below my collarbone.
I’m bared to him, bared to the whole fucking world, to the sky and the wind and the gulls that swoop and call in the air above us. The air is warm, but my nipples peak anyway, and when he drops his head to draw one into his mouth, I grind my hips against him, arching my back even more.
“It’s a beautiful sunrise, isn’t it?” he murmurs, devouring my skin with languorous strokes of his tongue.
“Mmm…”
I think that noise was supposed to be an agreement, but I’ve already forgotten what the question was. His cock is hardening against me, pressing against my clit as I circle my hips, riding him even though he’s supporting almost all my weight.
When he bites down on the skin of my breast, sucking it into his mouth, my body jerks, my arms flailing for a handhold.
“Fuck! Linc!”
He lifts me back up, and the head rush combined with the spike of arousal in my veins makes me so dizzy I can’t even see straight for a moment. I kiss him hard as all the blood rushes out of my head and straight to my pussy, and a second later, he surges to his feet, holding me in his arms. He reaches out quickly to slide the glass door open, closing it again before setting me down just inside the door.
“It really is a gorgeous fucking sunrise, Low. You don’t want to miss it.”
Before I can regain my equilibrium, he spins me around, then slides his hands along my arms to place my palms against the glass pane of the door. We’re both facing the ocean now, and he’s right—it really is a stunning view.
Too bad I can’t focus on it one bit at the moment.
“Do you realize how beautiful you are like this?” His voice is a low rasp in my ear, and it sends a shiver all the way down to my toes. “Dressed in Chase’s shirt, your gorgeous ass just peeking out, your legs so damn sexy I want to lick all the way up them. I want to lick every fucking inch of you. And you know what? I think I will.”
He leaves my palms on the glass, but as he steps back, he tugs on my hips, pulling my lower half away from the sliding door. I end up bent almost in half, palms sticking to the smooth, clear surface as my breath starts to come faster.
Linc’s hands begin to roam over me, sliding over my hips and massaging my ass, pushing the t-shirt up again to expose my soft blue panties. When his mouth joins his hands, I pull my bottom lip between my teeth, biting down hard to keep from moaning loudly.
I’m not entirely successful though, and as Linc traces the outline of my panties with his tongue, dragging at the fabric with his teeth, I hear soft rustling noises behind us, followed by two appreciative groans.
The twins are awake.
Still clenching my lip between my teeth, I crane my neck to peer over my shoulder at them.
They’re both sitting up in bed, their hair mussed from sleep, their attention focused on me and Linc like lasers. Chase grins at me, and the tilt of his lips is so fucking sexy—boyish and hungry at the same time. He’s shirtless too, and as I watch, he slips a hand beneath the covers, stroking himself as he gazes at me.
I can’t even see his cock, but just the outline of the rhythmic motion of his fist moving under the blanket makes my pussy ache.
They like to watch.
None of them have any interest in each other sexually, but all four of the kings like to watch each other with me. And I like being watched. It’s a different kind of arousal, a different kind of closeness than I’ve ever experienced. There’s something so delicious and debauched about letting them see me like this, letting them see me come undone.
But this isn’t a fucking art museum. I mean, there’s no “look but don’t touch” rule in effect here.
And right now, I really want them to touch.
My gaze flicks from Chase to Dax and back, and I give a slight jerk of my chin, wordlessly
