Secrets of Us A Forbidden Love Romance (Alina) novel Chapter 140

Make Us or Break Us–2

“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.

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Make Us or Break Us–2

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.

“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.

I try to keep it steady, to focus, but then Zaid presses his lips to my neck and plunges his fingers between my legs.

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?”

Zaid’s chest rumbles with silent laughter behind me, completely unbothered. Meanwhile, my entire face burns, his hand still buried in my leggings.