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“I bet it is,” Cohen whispered, making my cheeks red. I couldn’t take his commentary any longer, so I turned, narrowing my eyes at him. He played it off, whistling like he hadn’t been saying anything.
Setting the clothes Asa had given me on the table, I looked between the three guys, trying to figure out what order. “Um, anyone okay with being guy to guy? What do we do, butts to butts? Feet to head?”
Asa chuckled, stepping forward and putting me out of my rambling misery. “I’ll sleep at the end. You can be the middle. I already got my cream,” he whispered before kissing my forehead, and plopping down at the foot of the bed. Cohen tossed him a pillow, and he shoved it under his head, crossing his feet over one another, looking completely relaxed.
Sighing, I turned back to the guys. Cohen had taken Asa’s decision as his cue to slide into the other side of the bed, leaving me to climb over one of them. Milo saw my dilemma, making me think he must’ve noticed my ogling of him, and picked me up, placing me in the middle.
Everyone settled down, the room going dark as Cohen turned out the light. Breathing could be heard as everything quieted, the sounds of three people making me hyperaware of every move I made. Eventually, I was able to fall asleep, and I wondered if I’d wake up with something poking me in the back again.
Though, I couldn’t say I minded how that had ended.
Nineteen
FINLEY
Unconsciously,I worried things would be weird when I woke, but surprisingly they were so normal that I was beginning to wonder if I’d woken up in a different life. The guys had all seemed to bond and were working together better than some pit crews. Breakfast this morning had been an enormous spread they’d managed to put together, and now they were dividing the tasks for the day before we left like soccer moms before a tournament.
It was scary how sexy I found their organization and team spirit. Hopefully, they remembered to get me some new underwear, or I was doomed.
When Cohen brushed against my leg for the third time, I could no longer take it, and I gasped as I shifted.
“Yes, sweetheart?” he asked, his fingers trailing up my leg.
“I didn't know my legs were a keyboard,” I hissed when his fingers got to the hem of the oversized t-shirt I was wearing. I’d gambled that I’d be okay for a few hours while I waited for Asa and Milo to return with clean clothes. It seemed like Cohen would cash in on that bet and tease me until I caved.
The joke was on him. I was a horrible gambler and always folded. I was practically putty in his hands if he dared to take it.
Looking up at him, I found him closer than I remembered as he hovered over me, his stubble brushing against my cheek. His stormy blue eyes bore into me with such an intensity that I forgot to breathe.
He didn’t waste words asking, descending down onto my lips like it was the most natural thing for us. And perhaps for us, it was. Cohen was the boy I’d known in a different form for over five years now. Kissing him felt like the answer to all the nights I’d wondered if a boy would ever notice me.
The laptop was moved from Cohen’s lap, and I quickly replaced it as he shifted me. Straddling him, I brought my hands to his hair, weaving them into the tresses. He groaned beneath me as I began to rock into him. When Cohen’s hands dropped down to my shirt, and he began to lift it, I pulled back, biting my lip as I watched him. Raising my arms, I dared him with my eyes to proceed.
Smirking, he pulled the shirt over my head and then stared, his eyes wide. “Fuck, sweetheart. You’ve been sitting next to me all morning practically naked?”
Lifting a shoulder up, I smiled. “I like to live on the dangerous side.”
Cohen coughed on my words as he began to grow harder beneath me. “How dangerous do you feel like being today?” he asked, skimming his finger over the top of my breast. His eyes dropped, watching his finger as it dipped and lowered around the other.
Reaching down, I unzipped his pants as I watched him. When my hand grazed the waistband of his boxers, his eyes jumped to mine, no longer focused on my breasts. “Very,” I said, tucking my fingers under the elastic band. Coarse hair greeted me as I lowered my hand, finding his hard cock waiting for me.
Stroking it, I gripped it firmly in my grasp as he sucked in a breath, waiting to see what I would do next. Pulling his boxers lower, I freed him. It was kind of hot being completely naked with Cohen still dressed, only his cock out on display.
Taking his dick into my hand again, I rolled it around as I looked at it closely. It was girthy, and I hoped I’d be able to take it. Licking my lips, I debated bending over and kissing it.
“If you do that, I’ll be a goner,” he rasped, his voice hoarse.
Peering up at him from under my eyelashes, I decided to do as I said and live a little dangerously. Lifting up on my knees, I gripped his cock with one hand as I positioned him at my entrance.
“Shit,” he mumbled, his body tensing as he waited for me to move. I could see how much he was holding back, giving me this moment to own. It seemed Cohen knew me better than I’d ever imagined.
“Are you sure you’re ready?” he asked, giving me one last out.
Nodding, I leaned forward, kissing him as I slowly lowered myself onto him. His thick cock stretched me more than I’d ever been, and I sucked in a breath as he continued filling me. When I was fully seated, I pulled back, taking in a breath. Cohen’s eyes drilled into me, begging me to move.
Rising up, I quickly slammed myself back down, hoping if I did it quicker, I’d adjust faster. Gasping, I held onto his shoulders as he cursed. I could feel parts of his zipper biting into my bare backside, giving me a reprieve from the feeling of him filling me up.
“You’re doing so good, Fin. Do you want help?”
