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Chapter Forty
Blair
Iwake up expecting it to be awkward, but it’s not. They are here, like they promised, holding me tight and protecting me, fighting off my demons for me. There’s no judgement, only love—as much as that scares me. They claimed me as Crew, they promised to protect my heart and body, and now they are willing to fight my nightmares for me.
How can I stop myself from falling for them when they are so determined to make me?
I lie in their arms, trying to put up my shields, but they are well and truly shattered. I have no protection against them anymore, and as Asher wakes, lifting his head groggily and smiling, reaching out to cup my cheek so softly, I realise I don’t want to. I want to be consumed by them, even if it hurts, even if it kills me.
I want this.
“Good morning, my love,” he murmurs, which makes Bray groan and roll over—only he rolls right off the bed and yelps.
“Who? What?” he yells, looking around, and Cyrus sighs as he sits up.
“I hate you all,” he mutters, making me laugh.
The sound elicits smiles from Bray and Cyrus, as Cy leans over and kisses my head. “I’ll go make coffee and breakfast. You’re not working today, are you?”
“No, I have a few days off. Serina said so,” I answer. Even though I hate it, maybe I need a few days off to recover and relax.
“Okay, want to do a chill day? We can lounge around, while Asher paints and Bray measures his cock or does push-ups.”
“Hey!” Bray protests. “It’s the other way around, okay?” He flexes his bicep, and Cyrus smacks his head again.
“That sounds amazing,” I say, and he smiles.
“Okay, baby girl. Relax and let us look after you today,” he murmurs, and then slips from the end of the bed, wearing only his jeans, and heads to the kitchen.
I’m left with Asher, who pulls me into his arms, and Bray, who jumps back onto the bed on his knees and flexes his abs, somehow contracting his pecs so they move on their own. “Welcome to the gun show, baby. Ticket please.”
“Oh God.” I cover my eyes. “It’s too early for this.”
“It’s never too early. Touch them, go on, you know you want to,” he goads, crawling up my body until I’m laughing and pushing him away. I know what they are doing, but it’s working. How could it not? By the time Cyrus returns, Asher and Bray are play fighting while I watch, commentating on the action.
He ignores them, hands me a mug and some breakfast, and slides behind me before pulling me into his arms. We share the food, and after, I get up and shower and brush my teeth. I grab the closest shirt, which looks like Asher’s. It has holes and paint stains, and it hangs to my knees. Smelling his scent on the fabric, I can’t help but grin as I head into the living room to find them.
“Should I invite Faye over?” I ask.
“She’s in trouble too,” Cyrus calls as he cleans up the kitchen.
Asher is setting up an easel, while Bray lounges on the sofa, and they both turn and groan.
“Great, now when I wear that shirt, I’m going to be hard,” Asher comments.
“Not sorry.” I shrug, then I look at Cyrus and ask, “Why?” as I throw myself down on top of Bray.
“Did you think we wouldn’t find out about you following us or you ignoring our orders?” Bray questions, peering down at me and wagging his finger. “Jay texted us, naughty little Blair. The only reason your ass isn’t spanked raw is because of your mental breakdown.”
“Bray,” Asher snaps, but I just laugh.
“Well, I’m not breaking down now,” I purr, and Bray swallows.
“Cyrus,” he whines. “She’s trying to fuck me, and I’m trying to be good like you said.”
“Both of you behave.” He sighs. “She doesn’t get to come, she was stupid.” He heads over to us, drying his hands with a tea towel which he gently slaps across my bare thighs. “Weren’t you?”
“Do that again but on my pussy,” I demand, but he just arches his eyebrow. “You’ll have to be more specific.” I grin innocently. “Do you mean when I finger fucked myself on your bed the other day? Or when I switched Bray’s shampoo with dye?”
