Love Novel 112

I wake up slowly, the warmth of the blankets wrapped around me making it hard to want to move. I hum, burying my
face in the pillows.
I don’t want to get up.
The mattress dips, and the scent of fresh soap fills my senses. When I blink my eyes open, Jake is leaning over me. His
hair is damp from a shower, his skin fresh and soft.
He’s only wearing jeans as if he was dressing when he heard me stir.
He kisses my forehead, cupping my neck as he lowers his lips to mine.
“Good morning, baby,” he murmurs, his lips still over mine.
My body melts. I’m naked beneath the sheets. He didn’t touch me again after the tub, but he held me as we slept
together, skin to skin, and I slept soundly.
Everything in me is begging me to stay in bed.
I pull away, dropping myself back on the pillow. “What time is it?”
“It’s time for breakfast.”
I lift my head, squinting my eyes at him, my brain still too sluggish to process anything beyond the fact that he looks
ridiculously good this early in the morning.
I barely catch the amusement in his voice and gasp when he pulls the sheets clean off me. The initial wave of the air has
my skin prickling. I immediately curl up to conserve my warmth.
But Jake doesn’t like that very much.
I squeal, watching as he grabs my knees and spreads my legs apart, and the teasing glint in his eyes makes my heart
stutter.
He leans down, brushing a soft kiss over my clit, and I hum, letting myself melt into him. But when he lingers, deepening
the touch of his tongue down to my pussy, I mumble, “Jake, I’m gonna be late for school.”
He grins, pulling away just enough to meet my eyes. “You’re not going to school today.”
I blink down at him, confusion settling in. “What?”
He quiets me with another kiss right on my pussy, this one longer, slower. My entire body lights up, want curling in the pit
of my stomach.
By the time he pulls back, my thoughts are completely scrambled.
He inserts two fingers inside me and I moan, arching my back as he returns his tongue to my clit. He takes his time until
my thighs close around his head and I tense, feeling my orgasm rattle through me.
I fall back, my body turning languid, and all I can do is follow when he tugs me out of bed. He places one of his shirts
over my head and guides me downstairs, his hand warm around mine.
When we step into the living room, I frown.
The front door is open wide; Zaid and Aiden are packing up the car, stuffing duffel bags and coolers into the trunk. Aiden
tosses a blanket inside, and Zaid secures a box in place before looking over his shoulder at me through the window.
“What’s going on?” I ask, looking from them to Jake.
Jake slides his arms around my waist from behind, resting his chin on my shoulder. “This weekend is Valentine’s.”
I still.
He squeezes me gently. “We figured you could use a distraction. So we planned something. Just the four of us.”
My chest tightens, but before the emotion can settle in, he continues, “I have a cabin up north. We can stay there for the
next five days.”
I twist around to look at him, and when his words fully sink in, warmth blooms in my chest. Five days away. Just us.
Aiden walks up, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “Good morning, baby.”
Zaid follows, wrapping an arm around my waist. He pulls me away from them and right against his chest. “Did he tell
you?”
I nod quickly, my excitement replacing the heavy weight I’ve been carrying.
He tucks my hair behind my ear and kisses me, deep and intense. “You’re okay with this?”
“More than okay.”
The three of them grin at my reaction, and I rush upstairs to pack my bag. I grab warm clothes, thick sweaters, leggings,
and fuzzy socks before stuffing my toiletries into my bag. By the time I head back downstairs, the guys are already
waiting by the car.
The drive is full of stops, picking up food, blankets, and anything else we might need. Jake makes a comment about not
remembering exactly what he has at the cabin, so we stock up, just in case.
By the time we load everything into the car, space is extremely limited. The trunk is full and the back seats are packed.
“There’s no way we’re fitting in there,” I laugh, shaking my head as Aiden shoves another bag into the trunk. He uses his
entire body, shoving it in with his shoulder.
Jake huffs. “Aiden’s too tall to sit in the back, he’ll have to sit in the passenger seat.”
Zaid pulls open the backseat door and looks at the single seat in the back that is usable. “Looks like we’re going to have
to share.”
I roll my eyes, but there’s no real protest as I climb in, settling on his lap. His arms immediately wrap around my waist,
holding me close.
Aiden takes the passenger seat, and Jake slides into the driver’s seat, shooting me a dark look through the rearview
mirror. His eyes drop down as if he’s looking to where Zaid has his arms around me and I look away, not able to see the
jealousy running through him.
I sigh, leaning back against Zaid’s chest. “If I suffocate you, it’s on you.”
Zaid chuckles, pressing a kiss to my shoulder. “I’m not against a bit of suffocation.”
Heat crawls through me, but I’m feeling lighter than I have in weeks. As Jake pulls onto the highway, I think about how it
feels right to be with all three of them.
That maybe these days in the cabin can make us or break us.
Jake tells us that the drive will be just over two hours. He and Aiden start talking about basketball, how college searching
is going. I listen, my heart happy with hearing how Aiden is so excited about what the future has for him.
The ride is smooth as we make our way up the mountain; the road curving sharply with each turn. Snow-dusted trees
blur past the windows, but I can hardly focus on the scenery.
Zaid’s arms are wrapped around my waist, holding me securely on his lap; his warmth bleeds into me through my
leggings and sweater. The positions should be uncomfortable, but I lean into him, sighing as I feel every inch of him at
my back.
His fingers slip under my sweater, finding my bare skin.
I inhale sharply as his fingertips graze the soft curve of my belly, his touch featherlight, teasing. Heat pools low in my
stomach, spreading like wildfire through my veins.
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“Zaid.” I shift slightly, trying to ignore the way his touch makes my body hum, but Zaid doesn’t stop.
His lips brush against my ear, his voice a low rasp. “I’ve missed touching you.”
A quiet shudder runs through me, my breathing uneven as he trails slow, lazy circles over my skin. His hands move with
practiced ease, not rushing, just exploring, and the way his fingers tease as he plays with the band of my leggings makes me ache for more.
My eyes drift to Aiden and Jake, but they are still full in conversation. God, I hope they can’t hear how hard I’m
breathing.
I try to keep it steady, to focus, but then Zaid presses his lips to my neck and plunges his fingers between my legs.
He hisses when he feels how wet I am and I bite my lips to keep quiet.
“Spread your legs for me, love.”
I do, without hesitation. His mouth keeps moving over my neck and his fingers circle my clit and then plunge into me.
I gasp, my head falling forward until my head falls onto the back of Aiden’s seat.
I barely register the sound of him shifting until his voice cuts through the thick air between us. “What the fuck are you
two doing back there?”
I freeze.
Jake glances at us through the rearview mirror, but it’s clear that he doesn’t need to see much to know. He exhales
sharply, his hands gripping the wheel tighter.
His lips lift in a scowl, his shoulders tensing. The car swerves as he practically yanks the car to the side of the road. The
tires crunch against the gravel as we come to a jarring stop.
Zaid’s chest rumbles with silent laughter behind me, completely unbothered. Meanwhile, my entire face burns, his hand
still buried in my leggings.
Jake unbuckles his seatbelt and exits the car, rounding the hood with fast, angry steps.
“Oh my,” I whisper, anxiety and anticipation running through me.
He makes his way around the car and heaves open our door. His eyes narrow in on where Zaid’s hand is stuffed in my
leggings, and then he reaches for me