Page 60 of Feline Good

It ended a lot of arguments.

They would, of course, resolve and talk it out eventually… in bed.

But she loved them. Every bad habit, every quirk, every piece of them.

Yeah, Maya was getting more used to the word, and she no longer cringed every time it came out of her mouth.

The drive home was peaceful, if cold. February was a brutal month no matter where you lived, but thankfully she had three bed mates to keep her warm.

Excitement thrilled her as she turned down their driveway, still empty of other cars. She grinned. Maya probably still had enough time to shower and get everything ready by the time they got home.

Rushing inside, she grabbed her bag of new goodies and unlocked the door with her thumbprint.

No, they didn’t live in the same mansion they first visited to learn information about their pasts. They did however, live in a cottage two streets over… an oversized one with six bedrooms. The mansion was just too big for them, and with their backgrounds consisting of unconventional beginnings, they’d agreed that the home was too lavish.

Six bedrooms and three bathrooms was still humongous to all of them, and it took some adjusting, especially when any of them were home alone, but it would suit them if they ever decided to have kids.

Rushing through a shower, changing, and putting the final touches on her outfit, or lack thereof, she waltzed downstairs bubbling with happiness like a glass of damned champagne.

Speaking of… she opened a bottle, the pop of the cork and fizz in the glass the perfect ending to a busy day.

Balancing the bottle and three extra glasses on her way to the living room, she rushed to get everything ready. Maya lit a starter stick and placed it under the logs in the fireplace, blowing at the small flame to make it grow. She sighed at the toasty heat. All her bare skin in the cold air sent chills over her flesh, so she grabbed a glass of champagne and stood in front of the fire.

The garage door sounded, signalling their return. When the guys finally walked in, they were silent, their feet shuffling, and the sound of the door slamming echoed through the room.

Had she forgot to mention part of her gift was new lingerie? Black, barely-there lace covered her body. A lace thong split her asscheeks in half, which was the first thing the guys saw, since she was facing the fireplace, the flames dancing against her skin and reflecting in the bubbles of the champagne.

Slowly, she turned to find their eyes glued to her, eating up the sight of her gift. Her bra was basically two pieces of fabric tied together between her breasts, wound around her back and clipped together. From there, two more straps crossed over her sides and back around her stomach, framing her belly button and connecting to the panties. The lace that dripped from the cups of her bra made a… yes that was a heart.

Cliche as fuck. But she could tell they loved it, if the way they adjusted the bulges in their pants served as anything to go by.

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” she teased, taking a slow sip of champagne with her left hand, showing off the decoration now inked into her skin.

Amir’s eyes darkened at the mark that stained her flesh forever, and she smirked as he crossed the room in long-legged strides. Grasping her glass, he set it on the coffee table before holding her arm up for inspection. Three small paw prints now decorated the underside of her forearm, physical, permanent proof that she was forever theirs.

He leaned down to kiss her cheek, lingering to growl in her ear, “I can’t wait to tie your hands above your head and fuck you while your tattoos glimmer in the candlelight.”

Her breath caught in her throat as she leaned back to see the wicked grin on his face.

Gods, she loved him and his kinky ass fetishes.

“Yes, please.” Maya breathed the words.

Asher suddenly appeared beside Amir, and he pulled her into his arms. His warm skin heated hers instantly, even through his full layer of clothes, and she sighed as he tugged her closer, tilting her backward. Without hesitation, he swooped in to take her mouth, pulling back only seconds after she opened to him.

“Another present?” His words came out half curious, half begging for it to be true.

In answer, she only stuck her tongue out, showing off the little metal ball that decorated the center of her tongue.

“You’re fucking kidding me.” Amir voiced over Asher’s shoulder. She caught his firelit gaze and winked in answer, pulling an actual groan from his throat at just the idea.

“Quit hogging her!” August called from behind both of them, and she grinned as she stepped away from Asher.

As she approached him, she noticed his hands were tucked behind his back. “Whatcha got there?” she asked with an arched brow.

His grin was more excitement than anything, but she didn’t think it was because of the sexy outfit she was wearing, only adding to her curiosity.

“Okay, stop teasing me! What is it?” Maya tried to hide the giddiness in her voice, but she didn’t do a very good job. She loved surprises, and as she had learned on her birthday, her men were very good at them.