All Chapters of ALL YOURS: Chapter 421 - Chapter 430

Morning light hit my skin and I felt exposed in a different way — not hidden in the dark, not rushed in a storage room. Just bare between them while they both looked at me like they were still deciding how much of the past they were going to let into the bed.Knox lay back and pulled me over him. I straddled his waist. He was already hard. I sank down onto him slowly, biting my lip at the stretch. I was tender from last night and it made every inch feel sharper.Riven moved behind me. His chest pressed to my back. His mouth found the place where my neck met my shoulder and stayed there while I started to move on Knox.It was different this time. Less frantic. I could feel both of them thinking.Riven’s hand slid around my hip and down, fingers finding me where Knox was already inside me, rubbing slow while I rode. Knox’s hands stayed on my waist, guiding but not taking over. Every time I dropped down, Riven’s breath hit my skin.“Look at him,” Riven said against my ear.I did. Knox w

I should have told them this was how we got caught in the first place.I didn’t.“People are talking,” I said.“Let them.” Knox pulled his shirt off and dropped it on the bench. “They’ve been talking about us for years. Now they have a name to put with it.”Riven stood. He crossed the tiles, backed me into the row of lockers, and kissed me like he had been holding it since morning. It wasn’t gentle. His hands went under my polo, hot against my skin, and I grabbed his shirt because my knees went soft too fast.Knox came up beside us. He didn’t wait his turn. He pulled my polo the rest of the way off, then my bra, and his mouth closed over my breast while Riven kept kissing me. The contrast made my head spin — Riven’s mouth hard and sure, Knox’s tongue slow and wet.Riven popped the button on my pants and shoved them down with my underwear. The locker room air hit me and I shivered. He lifted me, my back against the cold metal, and I wrapped my legs around him because there was nothing e

He licked me like he had all night and planned to use it, slow then deeper, two fingers sliding in while I shook against Riven’s chest.I came standing up, one hand in Knox’s hair, the other fisted in Riven’s shirt. My knees tried to go. Riven lifted me and carried me to the bedroom this time. Not the couch. A real bed. Dark sheets. One lamp on.He laid me down and pushed into me facing him, forehead against mine, one of my legs hooked over his hip. It was slower than the locker room. Deeper. I could see his face. I could see the way he looked at me when I gasped.Knox stretched out beside us. He kissed my mouth while Riven moved. Then he kissed the corner of Riven’s jaw. Riven didn’t pull away. He turned his head and their mouths met over me, short and rough, like they were done pretending that part was buried.Watching them kiss while Riven was still inside me sent another wave through my body. I clenched around him and he groaned into Knox’s mouth.They broke apart breathing hard.

Lena set two mugs down. The kettle began its low climb.“He doesn’t rush,” she said. “He makes you ask. Then he makes you ask again so you hear yourself.”Owen nodded once, as if she had given him a measurement.“And you,” she said. “You rush at the start and then you get slow. You watch my face like you’re taking notes. You hate being told what to do until you don’t.”A breath went out of him. Not quite a laugh.“That’s a neat trick,” he said. “Describe me like I’m already in the room with him.”“You asked.”“I did.”The kettle clicked off. Lena poured. Steam came up between them. Owen took his mug and did not drink. He set it down and put both hands on the counter on either side of her. He did not pin her. He just made a shape she could leave if she wanted.She did not leave.“If he comes here,” Owen said, “I want him to see this. Us. Not the version of you he had when you were twenty-six and living out of a suitcase.”“He will see it.”“Will he.”Lena put her fingers in the neck of

Saturday arrived the way a fever does. Slow in the morning. Then all at once.Lena woke to the sound of Owen in the kitchen. Not cooking yet. Moving chairs. She lay on the mattress and listened to wood scrape tile. He was making a triangle of seats around the small table. Two would have been enough for years. Three meant the day had started without her.She got up and stood in the doorway in his shirt. Owen had already showered. His hair was damp. He wore the dark trousers she liked and a plain shirt with the sleeves rolled. No green shirt. He had thrown that one away after Jude’s message and had not made a joke about it.“You’re arranging a court,” Lena said.“I’m arranging dinner.”“The chairs say court.”Owen looked at the third chair. It was the one from the hall, slightly lower than the others. He did not change it.“He can sit where he sits,” Owen said. “I’m not giving him the good light.”Lena crossed the kitchen and put her mouth on the place where his collar opened. He went s