Kings of Linwood Academy - The Complete Box Set: A Dark High School Romance Series Callie Rose (i read a book TXT) 📖

chest and stomach to where Linc is touching me. His gray eyes darken like a storm cloud about to unleash a torrent of rain.

“You’re so beautiful, Harlow. You’re perfect,” Linc mutters in my ear, and I can hear something in his voice that makes my heart tighten in my chest.

I don’t know quite what it is, but it sounds almost like… awe.

Like worship.

Like tenderness.

Like this means so much more to him than sex.

His finger slips out of me, his hand trailing back up my body as he kisses the side of my neck, and I don’t know where I find the fucking balls to be so bold, but I slide my own hand down to take the place of his, feeling what he just felt. The arousal these two boys have brought out in me.

River makes a choked noise when I slide two fingers into my pussy, and I watch him watch me, my breath coming faster as lust and excitement flood me. I’m not exactly shy about sex, but something about touching myself in front of the two of them feels so… intimate.

I slip my fingers deeper inside my channel, hooking them a little as I withdraw them, gathering the wetness that coats them. Then I reach out and wrap my slick hand around River’s cock, and both boys let out noises that I feel down to the very core of me.

“Jesus… Oh, shit.”

River bites his lip, his chest rising sharply with deep breaths.

I feel Linc fist his cock behind me, and then he finds my pussy and presses into me slowly. It’s not an angle I’m used to, but it feels amazing. I lean forward a little, giving him better access as he begins to thrust shallowly. Wrapping one arm around River’s neck, I kiss him as I stroke his dick with my other hand.

Lincoln holds onto my hips, keeping me steady as we move together, the three of us shifting and adjusting our rhythms to match each other.

The harder Lincoln fucks me, the harder I stroke River’s cock, and the harder River kisses me. We’re all spurring each other on, and I’m coming undone, floating away in a blissful haze of sensation.

I didn’t know.

Even when I craved it, I didn’t know it would be like this.

Like being enveloped, overtaken, losing myself in something bigger than just me.

“Fuck, Harlow. Fuck. Fuck.”

The room fills with the soft noise of Linc’s hips colliding with my ass, our staccato breaths, our groans and whimpers.

He feels so big from this angle, like he’s hitting places inside me I’ve never felt before, and when his cock thickens and swells inside me, I choke out a gasp, abandoning River’s lips to bury my face in his neck.

“We’ve got you, Low. We’ve always got you.”

River’s words are soothing, but his voice is just as strained as Linc’s, and his dick feels like a steel rod in my hand.

He’s close. So close.

But I’m closer.

The feel of the two boys surrounding me, filling me, becomes too much to bear, and an orgasm crashes through me like a tidal wave. Lincoln curses, slamming into me again and again, and I force my hand to keep moving up and down River’s hard length, channeling all my focus into making him come too.

I want to feel him come.

They finish at the same time, and as they do, their bodies converge on mine, pressing me flush between them, not an inch of space between us. River grunts against my hair as his cum coats my stomach, and Lincoln’s cock jerks inside me as he groans out his release.

For a blissful, perfect moment, we all freeze. Time seems to stop while they hold me tight.

Then Lincoln slowly pulls out of me, and we all tumble to the bed like we’ve gone boneless. My stomach is a sticky mess, so I lie on my back, my heart tapping out a heavy drumbeat against my ribs.

Linc props himself up onto his elbows, leaning over to look down at me. A dark shock of hair falls over his forehead, and his amber eyes are almost the color of honey right now, warm and sweet.

“Jesus fucking Christ. Where did you come from, Low?”

“Arizona,” I offer weakly, and he chuckles before leaning down to kiss me, soft and slow.

“You okay, baby?” he murmurs against my lips.

I don’t know if he’s talking about the sex, Judge Hollowell, my mom’s trial, or all of it, but I nod anyway. Because I am. Nothing is fixed, none of my problems have disappeared, but the trapped animal feeling is fading. I feel less violently desperate.

Lincoln gets up to grab a towel from the bathroom, and River tucks a strand of hair behind my ears and kisses me until Linc gets back. We clean ourselves up a little, then we all get dressed.

But now that the adrenaline is leaving my system, I feel so damn tired. Too tired to move. When I crawl back onto the bed, the guys don’t question it. They just crawl up after me and lie down on either side of me, holding me between them as my eyes drift closed.

And I sleep.

I’m not sure how long I’m out, but when I open my eyes again, the light filtering in through the windows is dimming. The steady, even sound of breathing surrounds me, and I figure Linc and River must have fallen asleep too—until I look up and find a pair of gray eyes watching me.

“Hey,” I whisper.

“Hey, yourself.”

“Did you sleep?”

“Nah.” He shakes his head, his voice quiet too. Linc is asleep—I can tell by the way his breathing hasn’t changed.

“So you just watched the two of us sleep?”

River’s smile makes him look dazzling and boyish. “Does it make me sound like a weirdo if I say yes?”

I grin back. “Nah.”

“You doing okay?” He scoots a little closer to me on the bed, and I hook a leg over his as he rests a hand on my hip.

“Yeah.” I draw in a deep breath, relishing the