I’ve been too tired, too sore, too grumpy, and too melancholy to protest, so I let him have at it.
Galen and I are partners in crime as we sleep, eat, and watch back-to-back movies, taking our meds and giving our bodies adequate rest to heal. He comforts me when the pain of Sariah’s passing returns to torment me, holding me close and showering me with kisses, helping to distract me from my grief. He doesn’t offer platitudes, and we don’t talk about it, which I’m grateful for, because I’m not ready to confront the maelstrom of emotions just yet.
“I’m bored,” I announce Friday night, when we are all in the living room, finally reaching my breaking point. “All this sitting around is making my skin crawl. I need to be doing something.” I’m an active person, and sitting around doing nothing is driving me insane. I’m well rested, and it’s time to get things back on track. I point at the TV screen. “And if I watch another movie, I’m going to scream.”
“I’m with you, angel.” Galen wraps an arm around my shoulders. “If I see another movie, I’ll puke.” We must have watched twenty movies since we arrived on Monday, and I’m maxed out.
“Want to play with us, princess?” Caz asks, his eyes glinting devilishly as he turns the TV off.
I arch a brow, my fingers moving to the hem of my sleep shirt. “Is that a trick question, or don’t you know me at all?”
Four sets of heated eyes land on mine as I whip my top off, exposing my breasts and rapidly hardening nipples.
Galen cups one of my tits, bending his head to suck my other breast into his mouth. Throwing my head back, I whimper as he skillfully plays with my tits while someone drags my pajama pants down my legs. I haven’t bothered getting dressed all week, and I’ve never been more grateful for my laziness. Easier access has its benefits.
The couch dips on my other side, and my head lifts as Theo takes my face, planting his warm mouth on mine. We kiss as Galen continues working my breasts while Saint pushes my legs apart, running his hands up the insides of my legs. I cry out into Theo’s mouth when Caz’s fingers rub my clit and again when Saint’s wicked mouth lands on my cunt, his tongue instantly plunging inside me.
I orgasm in record time, and if I was any other girl, I’d probably feel embarrassed, but I’m me, and I fucking love how fast my guys can bring me to ecstasy.
Saint stands, quickly shedding his clothes, and I lick my lips as he reveals his drool-worthy body. Galen and Theo climb off the couch, repositioning me along the length of it while they work on removing their clothes. Caz is already naked, sitting on his favorite recliner with his legs spread, his hand stroking his hard cock, while he drags his gaze over my naked body and slyly watches Theo undress. Our eyes meet, and Caz doesn’t disguise the hurt and the longing from his face. Neither of them has said anything to me the past few days, but I’m planning on taking Theo to my bed tonight, and I’m coaxing it out of him.
I’m not the only one who’s noticed something is off between them although they’ve been making an effort to talk and act like nothing has changed. But living in such close quarters, and being as close to the guys as they are, it’s impossible to hide the fact something is wrong.
Saint kneels on the end of the couch and lifts my legs around his waist as he slides inside me in one expert thrust. His eyes latch on mine as he lowers his head to kiss me, and I run my fingers along his shorn, velvety blond locks, closing my eyes as I focus on all the things he’s doing to my body. He fucks me hard and fast, jolting my body as he rams into me, and it doesn’t take him long to climax.
Caz thrusts inside me next, and I suck Theo off while Caz fucks me. Tension is ripe in the air, especially when Caz and Theo lock eyes while they pump into my body, and there is so much unsaid that is swirling around us, altering the atmosphere. Caz screws me like a man on a mission, his jaw firm, eyes focused, body taut and glistening, as he ruts into me relentlessly, as if it can exorcise the demons who taunt him.
Galen sits on the floor, planting kisses all over my body, before his fingers find my clit and he vigorously rubs me. I come apart as Caz spills inside my cunt and Theo shoots ropes of salty, hot cum down my throat.
The instant he’s done, Theo snatches his clothes up and races upstairs without saying a word. A muscle clenches in Caz’s jaw as he pulls his sweatpants up and heads to the gym in a similar silent fashion.
“What the fuck is going on with them?” Saint asks, running a hand back and forth across his neck as he looks in the direction Caz took off.
“They’ll work it out in their own time,” I say, not wanting to betray either of their confidence. Although, if they don’t get their shit together soon, they’ll have to fess up. Galen and Saint are no dummies, and they’re probably already close to guessing the truth.
“My turn,” Galen says, grabbing the arm of the couch as he hauls himself up.
I move to sit up, but Galen shakes his head. “I need your pussy, angel. It’s been too long.” We’ve been kissing and making out all week, but sex has been out of the question with our mutual injuries.
“I’m yours,” I tell him, opening my legs wide. “Spear me with that monster cock,” I tease, licking my lips as I visually feast on his throbbing erection. Beads of precum glisten on the crown of his cock as he lowers to his knees on the couch. His face contorts painfully, and he hisses behind gritted teeth. He shouldn’t be doing this yet, but I’m not about to tell him how much pain he can withstand.
“You want help?” Saint asks, coming toward us.
“Fuck off, Saintly.” Galen glares at his cousin while lining his cock at my entrance. “I’m capable of fucking my girl without assistance.” He eases inside me, and I moan as he gradually fills me up.
Galen fucks me hard, even though I can tell he’s in pain, but he doesn’t have it in him to fuck me slowly, and I know he wants to get off inside me.
“Saintly,” I snap, clicking my fingers. “I need your mouth.” He crawls toward me, and our lips collide in a scorching-hot kiss as his cousin penetrates me with his hard cock. Saint slides his hand under the waistband of his sweatpants, freeing his hard-on and jerking himself off as he kisses me and fondles my tits.
Galen roars, shooting his load inside me in a combination of pleasure and pain. Never one to leave me unsatisfied, he slumps to the floor, leaning forward and pushing his fingers into my pussy. He adds another digit, roughly pumping in and out of me, and I come all over his fingers as Saint jerks off onto my tits.
“I’m dead,” I moan, unable to move, my body satiated and practically stuck to the couch.
“Welcome to the club,” Galen purrs, flopping on his back on the ground. “But if this is what death feels like, you can kill me any time.”
CHAPTER 8
I WAKE UP alone on Saturday, shocked when I glance at the clock to see it’s one o’clock in the afternoon. The guys literally fucked me into a deep sleep. Not that I’m complaining. I grab a shower, pull on a pair of cut-off jean shorts and a lacy black tank and wander downstairs in search of my guys.
I find them in the study, huddled together, talking quietly over mugs of coffee.
“What are you whispering about?” I prop my hip against the door frame, eyeing them suspiciously.