After a while, he picks up the pace, grunting into my ear as his fingers find my clit and he rubs the tightened bundle of nerves, bringing me closer and closer to heaven, until we’re both ascending at the same time. His hot cum spurts inside me as his cock pulses, and I groan as my body succumbs to pleasure, climaxing again.
Caz pulls out of me, using the shower hose to wash both of us clean, and then he scoops me into his arms, pressing the sweetest kiss to my lips. My head lolls against his chest as he carries me back into the bedroom. I’m exhausted and struggling to keep my eyes open as he tenderly dries me before laying me down in the bed. Getting in beside me, he is careful to keep his warm body away from me. I smile, fighting sleep when he takes my hand, lifting it to his mouth to kiss my knuckles. “I love you, Caz,” I murmur. “Thank you for taking care of me.”
“I love you too, princess. So fucking much.” He leans in, pressing another soft kiss to my lips, and I drift back to sleep with a massive smile on my face.
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THE REST OF the week follows a similar pattern, and it’s weird to have so much free time to ourselves. Caz and Saint keep themselves busy exploring the property and working out in the small gym. Theo joins them for a daily workout before burying himself in his tablet, trying to decode Dad’s secret files on the dark web. I showed the guys the files on Tuesday, and I spent a couple hours going through my notebook with Theo, explaining the work I’ve done to date. He took over from there, insisting I rest up while leaving the investigative work to him.
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.