Chapter 4

Lena’s body was warm, tangled in sheets and breath. Marc’s arm rested over her hip. His skin against hers. His cock, soft now, nestled against her lower back. The fan turned lazily above them, and the ocean’s pulse hummed like a lullaby through the open windows.

She drifted.

In her dream, the bedroom was bathed in gold. The walls glowed. The sea outside was still. Time had stopped.

She lay on the bed, naked, open. Her legs parted slightly, her chest rising slow with breath.

And then—Ron.

He stepped through the door, barefoot, radiant. Stronger than she remembered. Eyes full of love.

Lena reached for him, mouth trembling.

He came to her and knelt at the edge of the bed, brushing hair from her face.

“I missed you,” she whispered.

Ron smiled, his voice quiet and sure. “I know. That’s why I’m here. It’s time.”

He stepped aside.

Marc appeared in the doorway, nude, hesitant. His cock hung heavy, swelling as he looked at her.

Ron reached for him.

He took Marc by the hips. Then gently, firmly, he wrapped his hand around Marc’s cock and guided him forward. No hesitation. No shame. Just love.

Ron looked at her. “Your brother loves you. He’ll take care of you. He’s the one.”

He placed the tip of Marc’s cock at her opening.

Marc pressed forward, slowly sliding into her until he was buried to the hilt. Her body opened for him, soft and welcoming. They didn’t move. They just breathed.

Ron lingered beside them, his hand resting on Marc’s hip.

“She’s in your hands now,” he said softly.

Then he leaned down and kissed Lena deeply, mouth to mouth, full of warmth and parting.

She sank into it, her arms reaching for him.

And then he was gone.

She woke with the sun rising.

The sheets were damp. Her body was flushed.

Tears ran down her cheeks.

Marc was still beside her, asleep, his face soft, peaceful.

She turned to him. Touched his chest.

And smiled.

Morning broke warm and still—the kind of heat that clings to skin and sheets. The hush of the ocean drifted through the open windows, but the only thing Marc noticed was the dried trail of tears on Lena’s cheek.

He stirred, his cock already thick and half-hard against her belly. Her skin was warm, slick from the night’s heat. He reached up, brushed her cheek gently with his thumb.

“Hey,” he whispered. “You okay?”

Lena’s eyes were open—clear, steady. She didn’t look broken. She looked ... awake.

“I had a dream,” she said softly. “Ron was in it. He brought you to me. Took your cock ... and placed it inside me. Then he kissed me goodbye.”

Marc blinked. His breath caught.

Lena took his hand and guided it down. Between her thighs.

She was soaked. Dripping onto the sheets.

“I want you to make love to me,” she said. Her voice didn’t tremble. “Now.”

Marc didn’t hesitate. He shifted over her, mouth finding hers in a slow, open kiss. Her lips parted instantly, letting him in. She tasted like sleep and need. Her fingers threaded through his hair, holding him there, her legs spreading wider beneath him.