Crying out, I dug my fingers into Coop’s shoulders. The trembling racked me from head to toes. For a moment, we just hung there, suspended. It was so much like that first time in Colorado.
Sweat dripped down my forehead, my heart thundered in my ear, or maybe it was theirs. Jake pressed against my back as Coop slid his hands away and then he braced Jake. The perfect frame around me as we all seemed to acclimate to the pressure.
They were going to tear me apart, and I was so ready for it. This was…“Happy birthday,” I whispered to Coop. “To me, too—apparently.”
Laughter exploded from behind me, and Jake eased back as Coop pushed up and it took them no time to find their rhythm. It was perfection. I caught the motion and rolled my hips, chasing them both as they see-sawed in and out of me.
Head back, I kissed Jake as he nipped at my lips and Coop kissed up the column of my throat, only to capture my lips as I turned back to him.
“Wanna try something,” he informed us in between gasps of air, and Jake let out a groan.
“Fucking birthday boy,” he muttered and I giggled.
“I’m trying,” I promised.
“Succeeding,” Coop teased, then nipped at my pulse. “Roll.”
The command in his tone was hot, but I wasn’t sure who he directed it at. Jake seemed to have no such doubts because we rolled, all three of us until Jake’s back hit the bed and I was flat against him, pushing him even deeper.
All three of us groaned and then Coop laughed. “Oh yeah, this is better.”
And by better, he meant he had more control because he thrust so deep, electricity sparked through my system and Jake cursed against my ear in between kisses.
“That fucking piercing,” he muttered and I laughed. It was too damn early to be this drunk.
“Don’t hate,” Coop said, and I could taste the wild grin in his smile. “Could have been you.”
“Could still be me,” he gritted back out between his teeth and I arched up to chase Coop’s dick as he pulled back and then Jake dragged my hips down, impaling me firmly on his dick.
“And it could be me,” I teased though I already had a piercing in my belly button and another one currently railing me.
“My piercing is yours,” Coop reminded me as he slammed home, and the orgasm they’d been edging me on spilled over. I hooked one leg around Coop to hang on as I began to shake in earnest, clenching down on both of them until they hissed.
They tried to rock into me, chasing their own release, but I barely let either go, and when they came, it was a whole new rush. Coop kissed me as he gave three short, jerky thrusts before his own orgasm stole over him.
Sticky, hot, and fused almost into one, it felt like we clung together as the storm of emotion and sensation began to pass.
Eventually, petting hands and light kisses roused me from the sensual haze and then Coop eased back. The loss had me almost weeping. A moment later, Jake rolled me onto my side and then he eased away too.
Fuck. From too full to too empty. But they didn’t abandon me. If anything, the petting strokes began getting firmer and then they were trading me back and forth for kisses.
Light had just begun to edge at the windows, promising a new day, when Ian and Archie arrived wreathed in the scent of coffee and sweet treats.
“Someone got the party started early,” Archie said dryly and I grinned at Coop. He winked at me.
“Birthday boy gets what the birthday boy wants,” I said in a totally wrecked voice. “Though, I’m hoping he wants to spend the day in bed because I'm not sure I can move after that.”
His grin grew positively devilish. “A day in bed sounds perfect. Want to skip class with me, Beautiful?”
“Yes.” I didn’t even care what was on the agenda today. I had no meals or meetings booked cause it was Coop’s birthday.
“Yes!” He fist-pumped and then laughed when Archie waved coffee over me.
Did I track that cup lovingly? Yes, yes, I did. That would get me to sit up. As it was, I didn’t care that we were all nude. None of us did. It was a little messy, but I didn’t care about that either.
“Dude, that’s cheating,” Jake said even as he rolled off the bed and to his feet. There was the barest moment of stagger that Ian steadied before he handed him his coffee. “Not that I’m complaining.”
Laughter bubbled up through me as it rippled through the guys. Coop scooted up to sit against the headboard, then he tugged me back toward the pillows with care before Archie handed me my coffee.
Ambrosia.
“Yours,” Archie continued as he passed a second cup to Coop, along with a card.
I hid a smile at the sight of it and sipped my coffee. As boneless as I was, that sent a fresh surge of energy through me.
“Hold that thought,” Jake said after taking a swallow of coffee and setting it down. He staggered into the bathroom. I almost choked on the coffee in an attempt to not laugh at him. The guys weren’t so kind.
“You look like you’ve been skipping workouts,” Ian said, almost idly. “Should get you back into training if stepping up with Frankie is leaving you so wrecked.”
“Yo, Bubba?” Jake called. “Bite me.”
I smothered another round of giggles as Ian sat on the foot of the bed and winked at me.
“Dude, shut up and take a leak already. We’re waiting on you out here.” Archie let out a huff of disgust before he sank down in a chair and then eyed me briefly. “Babe?”
“For real? I don’t even know what my hair looks like.”
His grin grew far more wicked. “It looks very fucked, like the rest of you. Please?”
Rolling my eyes, I propped up my knee and spread my arms wide.
“Fuck yes.” Archie pulled out his phone and snapped a photo. Then another. Coop photo-bombed—well, kiss-bombed, I suppose—when he dragged me into one and Archie laughed. “Like you think that’s gonna discourage me.”
“You were the last thing on my mind,” Coop promised as he nuzzled another kiss. I grinned against his lips and then turned to take a drink of my coffee. He tasted like fresh coffee too. Was there anything sexier?
Jake wandered out of the bathroom, reclaimed his cup, and grinned at me. Between his glorious tattoo and sex rumpled hair, I had to admit there was definitely something sexier in the room—all four of them.
My pussy clenched and ached at the same time. Not that I was remotely complaining.
“I’m back,” Jake said. “You can open that now.”
“Gracious,” Coop retorted. “Since it’s my birthday.”
“It is your birthday, and you are the bestest boyfriend and fiancé.”
“Hey,” came three equally snarky voices in varying degrees of outrage, but I just waved them off.
“Birthday boy.”
“Yeah, yeah.” Archie smirked. “I get that title in just a few days.”
“Yes, you do, and you’re the bestest fiancé too.”
“You’re just catering to my ego.” He appeared considering for a moment. “I’ll allow it.”
Fortunately, he put his coffee cup down cause a pillow smacked him in the face a second later.
“Wait your turn,” Coop informed him with an unrepentant grin and the guys laughed when Archie just flipped him off.