Secrets of Us A Forbidden Love Romance (Alina)

Chapter 142

You Get What You Want

"There she is," Jakes mutters from the driver's seat.

I look ahead, taking in the modern cabin that sits in front of us. If you can even call it

that. It's more like a mansion. Of course it is.

Zaid's jacket is draped over my legs. I began to get cold after he finally let me rest from

the three orgasms he gave me. He said the first two were the ones Aiden and Jake owed

me, and the third one was from him.

The car comes to a stop in the driveway.

The place is surrounded by tall pine trees, making it private and beautiful all at the same time. The branches are heavy with snow and the sight is straight out of a Christmas card.

Jake and Aiden don't waste any time getting out.

"We'll go turn the heater on," Jake says, grabbing a set of keys from his pocket. "Make sure everything's good inside."

"I'll get the garage opener and we can put the car in before it freezes over tonight," Aiden

adds.

Jake nods in agreement, already making his way toward the front door.

Zaid and I stay in the car, and I shiver slightly as the warmth of the heater continues to

blow against my skin.

"You need your bag," he says, arms still loose around my waist.

I nod. "Yeah, I need a pair of leggings. My other ones are-" I look back toward the trees, as if I could see them where we left them at the side of the road miles ago.

He blows out a sharp breath from his nostrils, shaking his head.

With his arm still around me, he reaches into the backseat, shifting bags around until he finds mine, pulling it onto the bags on our side.

"Here," he says, unzipping it and helping me fish out a fresh pair of black leggings.

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them on, wiggling slightly in his lap as I adjust them, and

my

waist.

love. Careful, unlike them, I haven't

again of the erection

I turn to look at

gaze is warm, curious.

my sleeves. "I'm okay." A small smile tugs at

glance toward the cabin.

so many good memories of that

to his neck, where I

fingers trace small circles against my hip. "You want us all to get

my lip. "More than

He quirks an eyebrow.

And I don't want it to feel

leans in

in the

air. Then Zaid tilts his

did you feel about earlier?" His voice is low,

off for a

eyebrow, like he knows I'm stalling. "The fucking,

being fucked up against a

my hands over his mouth. "Do you have to

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What

to dorp them. "I'm

did."

to

His smirk deepens. "Yeah."

lips together, trying to fight the blush creeping up my neck. "It was...a

coat. He stiffens, eyes dropping in a frown

in a good way." I know where his thoughts are going, that he worries for me probably more than

take me in and he seems to find what

exhale sharply. "It was intense. And kind of

liked

it."

He hums.

never realized how possible it was to

want just

hands tighten around