Chapter 72: In the mist of my brothers
Chapter 72: In the mist of my brothers
Lennox's POV
My forehead dropped to her shoulder as I breathed her in.
I could feel every stroke of her hand on my cock—slow, curious, almost shy.
We were like thieves in the dark—touching, exploring, desperate not to wake the others. Levi's breath was steady against her back. Louis still hadn't stirred. And there we were, tangled beneath a single sheet, committing quiet sins in silence.
My hips twitched as she moved again, slower this time, more deliberate.
She turned her head slightly, her breath grazing my cheek.
We didn't speak.
We didn't need to.
Our bodies spoke for us in those stolen, silent moments—full of things we couldn't say aloud.
Her hand pressed tighter over her lips, shoulders tensing. My mouth was still at her chest, and when I heard her muffled gasp, I suckled her nipple again, flicking it lightly with my tongue. I moved carefully, brushing her hair behind her ear. My hand drifted lower, fingers grazing down her side until I reached the heat of her center. She tensed slightly, her breath hitching, and I felt her hand wrap around my wrist.
"Lennox," she whispered, barely a breath. "They might wake up…"