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Xeno pulls back, his fingers stroking over my cheeks, down my neck and across my collar bone. Through the TV screenHealby Tom Odell plays and it couldn’t be a more perfect song for this moment together. Xeno smiles gently, stepping back, then removes his jumper and t-shirt in one go. My gaze drops to his firm pecs and ripped abs, across to the tattoo on his forearm with the shattered heart and broken penny with my name on it. One day I’m going to ask him about it, but right now isn’t that time.
“Take your clothes off,” he says, his gaze flicking to Dax, York and Zayn behind me. It’s a quiet demand that has my clit throbbing and my heart skipping a beat.
“So this is how it’s going down,” Zayn mutters with laughter in his voice. Xeno flicks his gaze to Zayn who gently removes his hand from between my legs then strips down to his boxers. I bite my bottom lip, unable to keep my eyes off him, my cheeks heating. Reaching up, I press my fingers against his scarred skin and meet his gaze with a steely one of my own.
“I’m glad he’s dead,” I say. “No more scars.”
“No more scars,” he repeats, his chest rising and falling beneath my touch as I step into his hold and he presses a kiss against my lips. The rising tide of the music lifts the emotion between us all. This is a song about healing, and right here, right now, this is what we’re doing. Individually we’ve all been building up to this moment, but not together, not like this.
It feels right. How can a love like this, so fucking pure, so perfect ever be wrong?
Zayn’s hands slide down my arm, reaching for the hem of my top. He pulls upwards, and I lift my arms, allowing him to remove my top. “Beautiful,” he hushes out as his fingers trail over my bare flesh, his finger rimming my pale pink, lace bra. Sliding his hands around my back, Zayn tips me backwards slowly, his lips blazing a hot trail over the center of my chest down to my stomach, then back up again. When he reaches my mouth, he nips my bottom lip with his chipped tooth, and I can’t help but smile into his mouth. God, how I love him.
“You too, York,” Xeno demands, and when I glance over at him, I can see the evidence of his desire. Like Zayn, his cock is rigid against his jeans.
“Hey, you don’t need to tell me twice,” York replies, chuckling. Zayn pushes gently against my shoulder, urging me to turn around and face York so I can watch him undress. My breath hitches with every layer of clothing he removes until he too stands before me in just his boxer shorts.
“York,” I whisper, my gaze tracing over his oak tree tattoo and the branches that reach out across his shoulders and down his arms. It’s so fucking beautiful. A work of art.
Zayn slides his lips over my shoulder, and we sway together, the heat of Zayn’s body seeping into my back as York steps forward. I can’t help but trace my fingers over his ink, loving the whirls and twists of the bark.
“Titch, you’re killing me,” York mumbles, grasping my hands in his as Zayn grasps my hips. He steps back, still holding onto my hands. Instinctively, I bend at the waist as York draws my top half towards him so that I’m bent over at a right angle, Zayn hands still firmly gripping my hips. I feel Zayn’s firm cock slide against the crack of my arse, nothing but the thin layer of clothing separating us. Biting my lip, my gaze lands on York’s erection, the tip of his cock peeping out of the waistband of his boxers.
“Fuck, look at you,” York says, his voice rumbling up his chest as he releases my hands and
glances at Zayn. Before I can predict what’s happening, York twists around, so he’s crouching away from me on one bended knee. For a moment I’m mesmerized by the taut muscles of his back and arms as they flex beneath his pale skin. Then I remember. This is one of the moves we performed in our routine that night we won the competition at Rocks.
I know what I have to do.
Zayn lets me go and I reach forward, wrapping my arms around York’s back, gluing myself to him. He rises up with the next beat, his arms reaching around behind him as I kick my legs out to the side, releasing my hold around his neck so that he can swing me around his waist, bringing me upright before him.
“You remembered,” he says, his eyes lighting with happiness and love.
“Of course I did,” I reply. “I never forgot, not that night or any of the ones before it. You’re in my heart, York, you all are. I love you. All of you.”
“I love you too, Titch,” he says before dropping his mouth to mine and kissing me until I’m breathless.
“Take Tiny’s trousers off, York,” Xeno instructs, drawing us out of our passionate kiss and back into the room.
York grins, dipping down before me, his large hands sliding off my trousers until I’m left in my underwear. For a moment, York just crouches before me, his cheek pressed against my lower abdomen as I run my hand through his soft, white-blonde hair. My skin covers in goosebumps as we share this tender moment. Then York cups my arse, lowers his nose to my lace covered pussy and breathes in deep, humming all the while. I jerk in his hold at the feel of his nose against my clit and the eroticness of the moment.
“Fuck, man,” Dax grumbles, removing his clothes before Xeno even has to ask.
Stepping up behind me, Dax wraps his arms around my waist and drops a kiss to my bare shoulder, then he lifts me. “Eat her out, York. Fuck our girl with your tongue,” Dax demands as York slides my legs over his shoulders.
“Fuck!” I exclaim, my core weeping for his mouth.
“Titch, I’m going make you come with my tongue, then I’m gonna fuck you. I’m gonna fucking love you whilst my brothers watch,” York grinds out then reaches up between us and rips at the flimsy string of my knickers, shredding them. I don’t get to even register the brief, sharp sting of the material snapping against my skin before York pushes his tongue deep into my core.
“Oh my God!” I scream, bucking against him as heat bursts out over my skin, a shudder rippling down my spine.
“That’s it, Kid. Fuck his face,” Dax grinds out, kissing and licking my neck and ear, heightening the pleasure further.
With me supported in his arms, Dax steps back so that York can get better access and Zayn can join in. Taking my chin in his grip, Zayn kisses me roughly, his tongue piercing my lips as he unclasps my bra, pulling it off. I groan into his mouth as York laps at my pussy, his tongue flicking over my clit expertly. Dax cups my breasts, playing with my nipples until I’m a writhing, grinding ball of heat.
