Kings of Linwood Academy - The Complete Box Set: A Dark High School Romance Series by Callie Rose (sight word books .TXT) 📕

cool, but I can feel the heat of four large male bodies filling the space around me, and when Linc’s chest brushes against mine, my nipples harden instantly.

He’s directly in front of me, capturing me with his steady, enigmatic amber gaze. The twins ended up on either side of me, sandwiching me like they did the night I kissed Chase.

River is behind me, and it’s his hands that I feel first, resting lightly on the swell of my hips. Then Dax’s fingertips run down my arm under the water, and the light touch makes me shiver.

“Cold?” Linc asks softly.

“No.”

His grin is sinful. “Good.”

Keeping his hands locked with mine, he leans forward to press a kiss to my lips, and as if that’s some kind of secret signal, the other boys all move too.

River’s hands slide around to my stomach, bringing me closer to him, his chest brushing against my back. Chase drops his head to kiss the part of my shoulder that’s out of the water as Dax does the same on my other side.

I’m surrounded.

Completely encased by these four boys.

And it feels unbelievably good.

Lincoln must sense my body relaxing incrementally under their touch, because he deepens the kiss, asking for more, letting me take more.

And I do.

My fingers cling to his and my body undulates in the water as my tongue slides into his mouth, translating every sensation I’m feeling into our kiss.

The hands touching me grow a little bolder—not pushing too far, but exploring new parts of me, moving slowly and deliberately as they gauge my reaction.

Just when I think I might never come up for air again, Lincoln breaks our lips apart, staring down at me with dilated, half-lidded eyes. Then, without warning, he spins me in the water, turning me to face River. The twins release their hold on me but resume their exploration as soon as I come to a stop, and now I feel Linc behind me as River lifts a hand out of the water to trace the line of my jaw.

My clit is throbbing, pulsing in time to my heartbeat as my breath comes faster.

I didn’t know I would like this so much.

But I do.

I really fucking do.

River doesn’t push. He just waits. And it doesn’t take long for his patience to pay off. Lincoln’s hand presses lightly against my lower back—not so much a command as an invitation—and it breaks the last thin thread holding me back.

He’s okay with this.

He wants me to.

With that thought ricocheting around in my head, I move forward through the water and press my lips to River’s. We’ve only kissed once before, but somehow, it feels familiar, like we’ve done it hundreds of times. Like we know each other’s bodies and idiosyncrasies by heart.

The pool house is quiet, just the soft sound of our breathing and the water lapping against the edge of the pool filling the high-ceilinged space.

Everything about River’s kiss is different than Lincoln’s—the taste of him, the feel and shape of his lips, the patterns his tongue moves in. One isn’t better than the other, but the contrast between the two boys is striking, and it stokes a fire low in my belly.

Lincoln’s hands are sliding over every wet inch of my skin he can reach, and the sound of my breathing bounces off the walls as it grows sharper and louder.

Just when I think I might drown in River’s kiss, fingertips grasp my chin, turning my head away from the brown-haired boy. Dax grins at me before his gaze drops to my lips.

I haven’t kissed him yet. I’ve felt his lips on me, but I’ve never pressed mine against his.

No time like the present to fucking fix that.

Not giving myself time to freak out or chicken out, I lift my head, craning my neck a little to reach for him. River’s focus shifts to my chest, his mouth roaming over the wet skin beneath my collarbone, as Dax kisses me.

His lips are different too.

His taste is different.

It’s different than Chase even, despite how similar the twins are.

And it’s hot as hell.

“Fuck, Harlow,” Lincoln mutters behind me, sliding his fingers around to my front and dipping them beneath the soft fabric of my bra. When he catches my nipple between two fingers and pinches gently, I buck in their hold, gasping into Dax’s mouth.

Oh fucking Jesus.

The boy with the copper mane must like my reaction, because his kiss deepens, becoming hotter and more demanding.

When Dax and I finally break apart, I don’t even hesitate before turning to Chase. He doesn’t hesitate either, and before I know it, we’re making out hard while four sets of hands continue to roam over my body.

River’s hands brush the top of my panties, slipping two fingers just beneath the waistband of the fabric, but he doesn’t delve any lower than that.

That touch though, that tease, is enough to make my clit throb so hard I think I might come anyway. I’m overloading on sensations, my body and mind unable to keep up with the onslaught. My hands start roaming too, sliding down River’s cut abs, gliding over Chase’s arm and shoulder, covering Dax’s as he cups my breast, reaching behind me to shamelessly grope Linc’s ass.

I’m passed around the circle one more time, and it feels like being wrapped in a cocoon of warm bodies and hard muscle, of full lips and hot breath.

When I finally spin to face Lincoln again, his eyes burn like embers. But instead of taking things further, he kisses me once and then takes two small steps back, breaking the tight circle that contained me. The others do the same, and the water feels instantly colder without the press of their bodies around me.

Banked heat and amusement flicker in his hypnotic eyes as he lifts an eyebrow. “So, how do you like swimming?”

So many sensations are still crashing around inside me, echoes of their touch, that it’s a little hard to speak. But I clear my throat, pulling myself back together as