Galen and I drag our weary bodies up the left-side stairs, gawking at the new addition to the first bedroom. The new bed Theo had delivered is a monster that stretches from one side of the room to the other. It would probably sleep eight, so there’s more than enough room for all of us, but I’m a little worried about an elbow to the ribs during the night, and it seems Galen is on my wavelength.
“I can’t wait to test that bed out,” he says, shooting me a wicked smile. “But I’m likely to kill one of those motherfuckers if they touch me during the night.”
“It can wait,” I agree, taking his hand and pulling him into the second bedroom where a comfy king-sized bed awaits us. “We’ll sleep in here tonight.” I help Galen get undressed first before changing into my sleep shorts and flimsy tank. Then I brush my teeth, comb my hair, pulling it back into a ponytail, and climb into bed beside him.
Saint and Theo appear in the room, carrying a tray loaded with bottles of water, pain meds, additional bandages, and a bowl filled with chopped fruit. “Thanks,” I whisper as Theo sets it down on my bedside table, conscious of the soft snores rumbling from Galen’s chest. He’s already out for the count, and it won’t take long for me to follow him to the Land of Nod.
I lean up on my elbows because the movement isn’t as jarring on my sore ribs, dutifully opening my mouth for Theo to pop a couple pills in. He brings a bottle of water to my lips, tipping the cold liquid into my mouth, washing the pills down. Then Saint feeds me some of the fruit, and I smile at both my guys, my heart swelling with their tender care of me. They each drop soft kisses on my lips, and I could get used to them looking after me.
Caz appears behind them, dressed in a pair of gray sweats that hang loose off his hips, highlighting the defined V-indents I love so much. Saint and Theo pull back, letting Caz in closer. He leans down, planting a firm kiss on my lips. “Liking what you see, babe?” he teases, rubbing his nose against mine.
“Always, dude. Never doubt that,” I say over a yawn.
“Sleep, princess.” Caz tucks the covers around me. “Sweet dreams.” He blows me a kiss as my eyelids flutter, and I’m vaguely aware of them tiptoeing out of the room before my mind shuts down.
I wake the following morning groaning as pain slices my head in two and spears through my ribs. It feels like I’m burning from the inside out, and I hate feeling so weak. Galen is still asleep, his face contorted in pain even in slumber. I press a soft kiss to his cheek before hauling my aching body out of bed and into the shower.
The cool water is a welcome balm to my overheated skin, and I feel a lot better after I’ve dried, freshened up, and changed into fresh pajamas.
Poking my head over the railing in the bedroom, I look down at the main level, but it’s deathly quiet downstairs. The others are obviously still sleeping. I sneak a peek at the bedroom next door, smothering a giggle when I find Saint stretched out in the big bed all by himself. I’m guessing the other two slept in their bedrooms across the other side of the barn.
“What’s so funny?” Galen asks from behind me, his voice deep, and I turn to find him blinking his eyes and yawning.
“Your cousin is spread-eagled across the big bed, looking like all his wet dreams have come to life,” I joke as I slide back under the covers. I grab a bottle of water and the pill bottle, swallowing a couple before offering them to my bed buddy.
“He probably spent half the night imagining all the dirty shit he wants to do to you in that bed,” Galen says before knocking back his meds.
“Speaking of dirty shit.” I move my hand under the covers, placing it on top of his cock. He is hard beneath his boxers. “You want me to take care of that for you?”
“Aren’t you sore?” he asks, but he can’t disguise the hungry look in his eyes.
“Yep, but I can manage,” I reply, stroking him through his boxers. The honest truth is I need this with him, with all of them, to help me feel like myself. And we could all use the distraction. Sex is one of my go-to coping mechanisms, and a mild concussion and a few bruised ribs won’t stop me from getting my rocks off.
Galen’s eyes roll back in his head when my fingers slip under the band of his boxers, meeting his soft velvety flesh. I give him a few quick pumps before withdrawing my hand and pulling the covers aside along with his boxers. “I won’t be able to blow you because it hurts too much to bend over, but I can give you a hand job.” I’d love to ride him, but it’s out of the question because we’re both too injured, which fucking sucks.
“We can sixty-nine,” he suggests.
“Or I can take care of our girl while she takes care of you,” Saint says, drawing both our gazes to where he stands, buck-ass naked, in the doorway between the two bedrooms.
I look at Galen, and he nods. I smile at Saint. “Get your sexy butt over here.”
Saint saunters toward the bed, his erect cock jutting proudly from his hot body, licking his lips and devouring me with his eyes. “Lose the clothes, princess,” he demands, placing one knee on the bed and leaning down to kiss me. My mouth opens for him, welcoming his greedy tongue, and I whimper into his gorgeous mouth as he stokes my arousal to dizzy heights in no time. Desire pools low in my belly, and I groan when Saint nips at my lower lip as Galen runs his fingers up and down the exposed skin on my arm.
Saint helps to remove my top, flinging it on the floor as I lean down to kiss Galen, while his cousin drags my sleep shorts and panties down my legs. Galen ravishes my mouth, his urgent need for me matching the growing heat building between my legs. We settle our heads on pillows, angling our faces so we can kiss as my fingers wind around his wide girth and I begin stroking him again.
“That’s it, princess,” Saint purrs as he spreads my legs. “Pump his cock. Rub your thumb over the tip,” he commands, and I break away from Galen’s lips to watch my thumb dragging along the glistening precum resting on the crown of his cock.
“Fuck.” Galen drags out the word, softly jerking his hips up as my hand glides up and down his hard length.
Saint is sweeping his fingers up and down my legs, getting close to the apex of my thighs.
“Agh.” I cry out the second Saint’s fingers slide inside me and his hot tongue flattens against my clit.
“That feel good, angel?” Galen asks, tilting my face around to his as his fingers knead my breast.
“So damn good,” I rasp, crashing my mouth down on his as I kiss him with everything I’m feeling.
I quicken my pace, pumping Galen in long, fast, measured strokes until he’s moaning into my mouth, yanking fistfuls of my hair, rolling my nipples between his fingers, and bucking into my hand. “I’m going to come, angel. Don’t stop, babe. Keep going, just like that.”
Saint curls his fingers inside me, hitting just the right spot, and I cry out as I feel my climax building in intensity.
I rip my lips from Galen’s, working his shaft harder, and all three of us watch as his balls lift, and he blows his load, spraying ropes of salty cum across his toned abs and over the sheets, coating my fingers in the sticky substance. Galen flops back on the bed, grabbing my face and kissing the shit out of me, as Saint continues working me over from between my legs.
When I cry out into Galen’s mouth and my hips arch, almost lifting off the bed, Galen releases my lips, caressing my face as he urges me to come. “That’s it, angel. Come all over Saintly’s face.”