Love Novel 115

I spend the next hour in the kitchen, putting away the groceries we bought earlier in the day. The guys are in and out of
the cabin, grabbing the things from the car and placing them in their appropriate rooms and spaces.
I smile to myself as I place the things in the pantry.
The inside of the cabin feels so much more homey than the outside. It’s warm with wooden beams and naturally colored wood furniture. There are no photos up, just like there aren’t any in the house.
It makes me wonder about the memories Zaid has in this place and if there are any indications of them besides the
reminders he has in his head.
I sigh, walking around the kitchen island to stand in front of the large windows that look out into the snow-covered forest
outside.
It’s freezing, but it looks like a fairytale out there. It stopped snowing a bit ago, so now it’s the softness that I look at. I want to throw myself into it.
I walk out of the kitchen and head into the living room. I run my fingers over the back of the couch as I take it all in, my
eyes landing on the fireplace, where Jake has already lit a fire.
The flames flicker, and my stomach coils at the sight. It’s perfect. I can picture myself sitting at the end of the day with a
book in one hand and a hot chocolate in the other.
I turn to the guys as they walk in from the snow. They stomp their feet on the mat inside and shake off their coats and
boots. Aiden has a handful of firewood in his hands and he carries them to the fireplace, setting them for when we need
them later.
Jake walks over to me, pressing a kiss to the crown of my head. “What should we make for dinner?”
I sigh, thinking of the dinner list we made when we went grocery shopping. “That sausage soup you talked about sounds
good.”
He hums.
Aiden grunts as he sets the last piece of wood down. “Yeah, something warm sounds really good.”
Zaid is standing on the other side of the living room and he just shrugs. “I’m good with anything.”
Jake nods then. “I’ll get started on that.”
I run my hands down my arms. “I think I’m going to head up and take a shower.”
As soon as the words leave my mouth, the three of them freeze, staring at me like I just suggested something scandalous.
I blink. “What?”
Aiden smiles, rubbing his hand down his neck. “Um, you want to do that by yourself?”
The three of them exchange glances. Oh. They’re waiting for me to ask one of them to join me.
A blush creeps up my neck, and I bite my lip, suddenly very aware of the weight of their gazes and the obvious look of
their need. Looks like the desperate fucks against the trees weren’t enough for them, either.
I really want to invite the three of them. But, that’s a lot, and we’re not quite there yet.
I take a slow step forward, walking up to Jake first. He watches me carefully, his hands already reaching for my waist as I
rise onto my toes and press a kiss to his lips. He exhales against me, his grip tightening slightly before he deepens it.
He presses his body against mine and I feel his erection between us.
I pull away, noticing the discomfort in his face.
Then I walk to Aiden. He’s smirking, like he already knows what I’m doing, but his amusement fades the moment I kiss
him. He cups the back of my neck, tilting my head to deepen it before I pull away, breathless.
Finally, I turn to Zaid. He’s already watching me, eyes dark, waiting. My heart beats faster as I step in front of him, tilting
my head up to kiss him. His lips move against mine, slow, and warmth spreads through me.
He doesn’t deepen the kiss, and neither do I.
We just kiss.
And without breaking it, I slide my hand into his, fingers threading together as I tug him gently toward the hallway.
His grip tightens, his breath hitching, but he follows without hesitation.
Behind us, Aiden whistles low.
Jake says nothing.
“You know you didn’t have to choose anyone. You could’ve gone alone,” Zaid whispers against my back as he follows me.
I smile to myself, not bothering to turn to him. “I chose you because I want you.”
He inhales, his body tense with the knowledge. He nods and steps into the bathroom with me. He pulls me, grabbing
onto my waist and he sets me on the counter, pressing a kiss to my lips before turning around to start the shower.
He’s beautiful. In every way. In the seriousness in his eyes, in the way he looks to protect me over everything.
He turns back to me, and I have to blink myself out of my thoughts. I want to be in the moment, here with him. He smiles
at me in that disarming way that instantly makes me wet.
His hands pull on my clothes until I’m naked in front of him, the cold counter digging into my ass. He looks me over, his
chest heaving with every breath.
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He keeps his eyes on me as he undresses himself and then it’s me that looks him over, my breasts trembling from how
hard I breathe. When he steps up to me again, he grabs the back of my knees, spreading me open for him.
I moan, my pussy drenched and clenching for him.
He watches me like he always watches me.
“Zaid,” I whisper, full of need.
He grabs himself and then places his thick, hard cock between the lips of my pussy. He’s so big, so heavy that the
pressure on my clit has me jerking.
He exhales sharply, like he’s been holding his breath this whole time.
“You have no idea what you do to me,” he grunts.
“Maybe the same thing you do to me,” I match his voice. Steam curls around us, but I ignore the shower.
Zaid thrusts his hips, his hands moving up my thighs until he uses his thumbs to press my lips together. It puts pressure
on his cock and on my clit. I moan.
“Looking at you,” he says. “It fucking hurts.”
I try to stay present, try to listen to his words, but the tension in the pit of my stomach is building.
“I used to think about touching you all the time. About putting my hands on you, holding you, feeling your skin, your warmth. Your pussy. It felt impossible. Like something I could want but never have.” His fingers tighten slightly,
possessive, desperate,
I part my mouth, but no words come out.
“I was afraid,” he continues, breathing hard and thrusting his hips. “Afraid that I’d never know what it feels like to have
you this close. That I’d never get to hear the way your breath catches when I touch you, the way you moan when I fuck
you. That I’d never be able to run my hands over you and know that you want me to.” He exhales sharply, shaking his
head.
My throat is tight. “Zaid—”
“And now I have you, and it still doesn’t feel real.”
His eyes are dark, deep, as if they contain the depths of the ocean. They say so much, hold so much pain, so much
emotion.
So much. 
He cups the back of my neck, his forehead pressing to mine. “I see you, and it feels like my chest is cracking open. Like
there’s too much inside me and I can’t hold it in. You make me feel like I belong to you. Like I was made for you.”
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My breath hitches and I feel tears prick the back of my eyes. I wrap a hand around his neck and I say the only words that
feel right at this moment. “I belong to you, my love.”
His breath shudders. His fingers curl into my skin and he closes the distance between us, kissing me hard and deep,
messy and yet controlled.
I take everything he gives me, wrapping my arms tight around his neck as he lifts me from the counter and walks us into
the shower. The warms water sprays us, but it’s not enough to separate us as we kiss.
Zaid takes over, moving us until my back is on the tiled wall. He lifts me, placing his cock at my asshole. I whimper,
gripping his shoulders. “Zaid, please.”
He pulls away and tilts his head. “I need the words, love.”
I shake my head. “Tell me what words and I’ll say them. I’ll say them, please.”
He thrusts into my ass, and I cry out, the feeling of him inside me shooting pleasure through me.
He’s gritting his teeth together, breathing hard as if he is stopping himself from coming too early. My entire weight rests
on his thighs, and he places his hands on the tile behind me.
“That’s not.”
He thrusts.
“How.”
Thrust.
“It.”
Thrust.
“Works.”
Thrust.
“Love.”
I nod frantically. He’s fucking me so hard, so freely. The muscles on his chest tense, the chords in his neck straining.
“Okay, okay, okay,” I whine, trying to keep my sanity. I’m crying at this point, my emotions too high, the pain and
pleasure mixing up into something intense.
When I come, I scream, breathing into him. He follows shortly after, filling me to the brim.