Secrets of Us A Forbidden Love Romance (Alina) novel 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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You Get What You Want

I slide them on, wiggling slightly in his lap as I adjust them, and his hands flex at my

waist.

“Fuck, love. Careful, unlike them, I haven’t exactly relieved myself.”

My skin turns hot, aware all over again of the erection at my back. “Sorry.”

When I’m settled again, I turn to look at him, only to find him already watching me.

His gaze is warm, curious. “How are you feeling?”

I swallow, adjusting my sleeves. “I’m okay.” A small smile tugs at my lips as I glance toward the cabin.

His gaze follows me. “I have so many good memories of that cabin.”

I run my hands up his arms and to his neck, where I hold him close. “I really think this trip will be good for us.”

Zaid’s fingers trace small circles against my hip. “You want us all to get along.”

I nod, biting my lip. “More than that.”

He quirks an eyebrow.

“I know we’re all still figuring things out, but I want this to work. I want us to work. And I don’t want it to feel like I have to hide things. That I have to walk on eggshells.”

His eyes soften, and he leans in slightly. “I know, love.”

For a moment, we just sit there in the quiet, the faint sound of a breeze shifting the tree filtering through the cold air. Then Zaid tilts his head, his lips quirking into a small smirk.

“How did you feel about earlier?” His voice is low, teasing.

He raises an eyebrow, like he knows I’m stalling. “The fucking, love. How did you feel about being fucked up against a tree by two different men?”

I slap my hands over his mouth. “Do you have to be so crude?”

“I never realized how possible it was to like being taken like that by people you trust, and want just as much.”

I nod, then drop my gaze, voice quieter. “I just wish you had been there, too. With us, in