“That’s it, baby,” he says. “You look so good. You taste so good. All I want to do is wrap you in my arms and hold you tight.”
I moan, and Greg grips my jaw as though the vibrations are too much for him.
They definitely are because when I do it again, he groans and releases into my mouth as Able begins to thrust from beneath me.
I swallow quickly and gasp as the slip of pleasure builds between my legs, my clit grazing against Able with every move they make.
“That’s it,” Arden says, and he slaps my ass enough to sting and trip a little sex-switch that I didn’t know I had.
My pussy bears down, rippling as I come, my eyes scrunch closed and mouth opens with a moan that seems to go on and on and on. Able grunts beneath me, pulling me down against his body, his heavy arm anchoring me, so I don’t float into oblivion. The stretch when Able and Arden come has my pussy thrumming, but knowing how much pleasure they’re feeling sends my head spinning.
When Arden withdraws first, and then Able, I’m left feeling ravaged and empty, but not for long.
It’s as though Damien has grown tired of waiting, and he tugs me off Able’s sweat-slicked chest and into his waiting lap. I’m still panting, but he kisses my mouth, capturing my ecstatic breaths with lips that feel too soft to belong to such a tough man.
“I’ve been waiting to do this with you again,” he says, palming my breasts and then running his rough hands over my sides, mapping the curves of my body like he did when we fucked in his truck.
“You don’t want to try a different position?” I ask, running my hands over his scruff-covered jaw, smiling when he quickly shakes his head.
“If it ain’t broke,” he says, taking his cock and sliding it inside me, throwing his head back in ecstasy when he’s buried to the hilt.
I move against him as I did in the parking lot, rolling my hips and grinding my pleasure-ravaged clit against his rock-hard body. His hands grip me hard enough to feel it but not so hard it hurts. There’s care in his touch, and then the way he kisses me, and care in Tyler’s hands as he strokes over my back and kisses my neck.
I turn to face Tyler, the man who made me a woman, the man who made me a mother, the man who gave me a group of men who want to build a life with me. In this moment, it’s like all the time when we were apart disappears, and time stitches our lives back together.
“I love you,” I whisper to him. It’s right that he should hear it first. I’ll tell the rest of them when the days we spend together weave enough of a bond that it’ll feel real. Until then, they can feel our connection in my touch and my kisses, in the movement of my body, and the care I will take of them as we live together in this house.
“I love you too,” he says, dipping to kiss my lips. He tastes of the past when we were just kids finding our way in the world, but also like the greatest of life’s possibilities.
My life that was so closed down with feelings shuttered and secrets buried now feels wide open with potential.
I’m high on it.
High on these men who surround me like lions around a lioness.
“That’s it,” Damien says, his teeth gritted as he gets closer. I hook my arms around his neck, bringing our bodies close.
“You feel so big,” I tell him, nipping on his bottom lip. “I love sitting on your big cock.”
“Yeah, you do,” he huffs. His hands clamp against my ass, forcing my hips to thud against his body, and I gasp with every pass because it shouldn’t be possible for me to come again, but I am. I am. I am.
Tears prickle my eyes as Damien swells inside me, his arms wrapping around my back so tightly that I struggle to breathe. “Baby,” he whispers, his breath coming fast, his chest heaving and heart thudding against me.
I stroke his hair, loving how small I feel in his enveloping embrace.
But he doesn’t hold me for too long. He knows there’s one more man who needs to take his turn.
Tyler’s waited so patiently, and it feels right that he’s last to seal this relationship that came from his idea for how he wanted his life to be.
He didn’t trust himself to be enough for me, but he underestimated us both. Tyler would have been enough for the Sandy that broke down by the side of the road, with a shattered heart and secrets that weighed heavy. He would have been enough if he’d only opened up.