Page 97 of Sexting my Bratva Daddies

The rest of our clothes hit the floor. Peyton put her hand on the center of my chest and pushed, silently asking me to move.

I scooted onto the bed, bracing my back against the pillows and headboard.

Watching me the entire time, she straddled my legs and wrapped her hands around my cock.

I didn’t need her words to know she’d missed this, and that we were more than sex to her.

Her lips found mine in a long, lingering kiss. She stroked the length of my cock, and I held onto her hips, guiding her up and onto me.

She broke off the kiss and rested her forehead against mine. “I love you. I’ve loved you for so long.” With that, she took me deep, settling on my lap and looping an arm around my neck. “I want this, all of you, for the rest of my life. Every day, when possible. I never want to feel the pain of losing you again.”

“Never again.” I made it a promise as I moved my hips, rocking us both closer.

She made that low, mewling sound in the back of her throat, and time stopped. Nothing else mattered except this. I banded my arms around her waist and sucked a nipple into my mouth, pulling away from the headboard and bucking my hips.

Desperation took over. I needed her to know how much she meant to us, what we’d been willing to do, to avenge her. But words were not enough. I had to show her.

My chest expanded with the first real breath I’d managed since Leo showed me the picture.

We were going to be okay. I deepened my thrusts, bouncing her in my lap and slamming us together as the desperation took control of my body.

I’d never get enough of this. Not just sex but life with Peyton.

“Misha.” She cradled the back of my head. “Oh, Misha. I’ve missed you so much.” Her voice quavered, and she trembled. Her walls tightened around me, the first waves of her orgasm rolling up and bringing our bodies tighter together.

I didn’t try to hold back. Viktor and Leo were waiting their turn, and as much as I wanted to be greedy and selfish, they deserved to have time with Peyton too.

My head fell back, my body coiling tighter as my balls clenched. I emptied my cock with one deep thrust, our breaths mingling together as we came down from the emotional high.

I kissed her one more time, my thumbs brushing away the tears forming in the corners of her eyes. “It’s real, Peyton. We’re together again.”

She nodded, sniffed, and hugged me.

Viktor and Leo joined us on the bed, and that was when I realized that I’d been wrong. Leo let me have this moment alone with Peyton because he’d known I needed it.

Their hands ran up and down Peyton’s back, over her ribs, and into her hair. She leaned into Leo’s touch and sighed when Viktor kissed her shoulder.

I helped Peyton off my lap but didn’t move away. Instead, I sat back and watched my brothers please her, and themselves. We whispered words we’d never said before. Things that promised forever.

37

PEYTON

In a way, nothing had changed but also, everything had. I couldn’t explain it except that my heart and soul recognized this place as home.

My body recognized the three men lavishing me with attention and worshiping my body, but it was different. Being in their arms again was the best feeling on earth.

And having our little boy sleeping down the hallway brought us full circle. My heart swelled with a mix of hope and joy I never dreamed I’d find after leaving them.

If they noticed the changes in my body brought on by motherhood, they didn’t mention it.

Instead, they loved me with every touch, every kiss.

Low, masculine voices whispered sweetness into my ears. They thanked me for coming back, for giving them a son.

There was no jealousy, no demands to know which of them was Luka’s biological father. They simply loved him.

I lay still in the dark after our rather tame but still rigorous lovemaking and smiled up at the ceiling.