Blake reaches for my hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “You got this. You’ve handled a lot worse than a few overzealous fans.”
I manage a small smile at that. He’s right. I’ve faced worse—far worse. But that doesn’t mean it doesn’t get overwhelming. Sometimes it feels like I’m constantly teetering on the edge, just waiting for the next thing to knock me off balance.
“Here,” Blake says, pulling the blanket over us. “We’ll stay cozy while we wait. No point stressing over what we can’t control.”
I lean into him, letting the warmth of the blanket and the closeness of the guys settle over me. They’ve become my anchor, giving me a sense of escape when everything else feels like it’s spinning out of control. I don’t know what I’d do without them.
Nash nuzzles into the back of my neck, his breath warm against my skin. “Let’s make a pact. No matter how crazy things get, we always end the night like this. Just us.”
“Agreed,” Keaton murmurs, his hand resting on my leg, the quiet strength of his presence calming my racing thoughts.
“Sounds perfect to me,” Blake adds, his voice a little muffled as he pulls the blanket up higher.
Darius, still focused on the road ahead, glances back in the rearview mirror. “I’m not sure I’m invited, but you can count me in, too. Once we get out of here, it’ll just be us and the open road.”
I smile to myself, finally feeling the tension in my chest release. Despite everything, despite the chaos and the constant pressure, I have them. And as long as I do, I can handle anything.
Ahand slips around my stomach, and I snuggle into the man behind me. Someone else is on my other side, sandwiching me in, yet I’m not awake enough to open my eyes to find out who either of them is.
Whoever is behind me moves his featherlight touch until he’s teasing along my panty line. My muscles jump, enjoying the sensation, and I can’t help myself from backing my ass into his straining cock.
He must know I’m awake, because he gives a happy hum, slipping his fingers under my panties until he’s running them along the outside of my pussy lips. His caress is slow, sensual, enough to wake up my nerve endings, to start turning me on. It’s made all the better when his lips find my neck. He drags them softly on my skin, teasing my pulse point before giving an open mouthed kiss.
It’s the lip ring that clues me in on who’s behind me, leaving either Blake or Keaton in front of me. They move closer to me, as if drawn by my thoughts, and his hand glides from my knee tomy mid thigh. The sensation has me sucking in a breath. I’m not sure what it is that makes it feel sensual, but having two of my guys touching me at once instantly lights my body on fire.
I’m immediately greedy, wanting more from them. It always seems to happen this way. Once we get started, it I’m never able to get enough.
Suddenly, I’m freaking starved for them, sick of trying to hide our relationship wherever we go. I rotate my hips, shifting my ass across Nash’s dick again. His fingers dip into my slit, gathering wetness before bringing it to my clit. He draws circles around the sensitive area, making me moan.
The sound has barely left my lips before a hand moves over my mouth, and I blink my eyes open.
“Mmm, what are you doing to our girl so early in the morning?” Blake asks, his blue eyes watching me intently.
“I thought it would be the perfect time to finger her. She deserves orgasms first thing in the morning.”
Well, I won’t argue with that. I’m so here for it.
“We agreed to sleep in here and sneak out before Darius wakes up.” Blake moves his hand, but only so he can trace my bottom lip with his thumb. I dart my tongue out, needing to tease him.
“It’s plenty early enough. And if you can keep our girl’s sounds to a minimum, he won’t wake up for a while yet.” He slips his fingers out of my panties and lifts my top leg, draping it over Blake, who moves even closer.
We end up with our fronts pressed together, so close that we share the same breath. He softly reaches for me, cupping both of my cheeks between his hands. As if they spent all night planning it, they move at the same time, Blake brushing his lips against mine, while Nash tugs the crotch of my panties to the side, allowing his fingers to dip inside me.
My moan instantly gets swallowed. Nash pumps in and out of me, his touch gliding along my walls and pulling delicioussensations out of me. His tempo is completely at odds with the way Blake reverently pays attention to my lips. Gentle, sipping kisses mixed with soft caresses of his lips over mine. It’s so sweet he makes me want to melt.
Nash slides a third finger in, making me gasp into Blake’s mouth. He grins and deepens our kiss, letting our tongues dance to a tune only they understand. The grip he has on me tightens and his hips rotate, thrusting his hard as fuck cock against me. It’s so freaking huge, I don’t know how he’s able to hide it in his pants. Grower for the win, I suppose.
A pressure builds within me, growing with every touch, caress, and grinding of our bodies. I’m almost there, getting closer by the millisecond when I’m suddenly empty, my pussy clenching around nothing.
Before I have a chance to question why he stopped, Nash kneels on the bed and peels my panties down my legs. “What happened to my pants?” The shocking discovery completely distracts me and they both laugh under their breath.
“You were exhausted last night. I’m not sure anything would’ve been able to wake you, case in point, you didn’t stir at all when we carried you back here and stripped you.” Glancing down, I find I’m wearing one of their T-shirts, and shrug.
“Thanks for making me comf—” I get cut off when Nash lifts the shirt up and over my head, my arms instinctively going up to help him. “Well, this isn’t fair. You’re both way too overdressed.”
Nash reaches out and boops my pouting bottom lip. “That can be changed, baby. Why don’t you help strip me, and then we can both rid Blake of his.” He licks at his lip ring with a grin so inviting, it’s difficult to hold myself back from tackling him to the bed and ripping his clothes off.
“Oh, yeah? You want me to strip you, Nashy?” I wrap my arms around his neck and press my breasts against him. His handsinstantly brace me by holding my hips. “You want my touch on your body?”
