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Chapter Sixty Four
Blair
Crew doesn’t even pick me up from work, weird. When I get back home, the lights are off in the apartment, and I linger in the entryway, worried. As I look around, I see something on the floor, and for a moment, I think it’s flowers, until I realise it’s a series of tiny little drawings leading away in a trail. My eyes lock on the huge painting above the kitchen, the one Asher and I did together, and heat fills me at the sight of it being so proudly displayed, knowing it holds a deep dark secret between my artist boy and me.
Grinning, I drop my bag and grab the first picture.
It’s of the moment at the diner.
The next is of the first night at the club.
Each drawing I pick up is another moment, a snapshot in our love story.
And it leads me to them.
They are in my bedroom, only now there’s a giant bed covering most of the wall, and above the bed, the word ‘Crew’ is stencilled with a heart around it. They stand before it, Bray in jeans with bare feet and a button-down shirt, Asher in ripped low-riding jeans and a tank top still covered in paint, and Cyrus in black jeans and a black shirt, like always. They all look nervous.
“We love you,” they say in unison, and then with a glance at each other, they strip their shirts off.
“I didn’t know it was that kind of party, let me catch up,” I start, ready to remove my shirt, but then I see it. It took me a minute in the low lighting, but right over all three of their hearts is my kiss—my red lips, like the ones I marked Asher with earlier—and written in black cursive below it is the word ‘Darling’ with a crown at the top.
I gape, open-mouthed.
“We finally shut her up.” Cyrus snorts.
“I did that once with my cock,” Bray teases and winks at me. “Do you like it?”
“That’s—that’s for me?” I gawk. “Fucking hell, that’s so hot.”
My pussy clenches, my heart cracks, and tears fill my eyes. “I fucking love you all too, now someone better fuck me senseless while I stare at those tats.”
“I volunteer!” Asher yells before the others can, making us all laugh as he rushes over, throws me over his shoulder, and races to the new bed. Throwing me down, he lets me bounce as he stares at me, his piercings sparkling in the light. “Want to ride me?” He smirks.
Oh fuck.
“Hell yes.” I lift my head, and he meets me halfway. His lips crush against mine as he kisses me, slowly at first. He licks at the seam of my lips before tangling his tongue with mine, and then there’s a grunt before he’s suddenly ripped away and replaced by a grinning Bray who grabs me, turns, and deposits me on his lap as his lips take Asher’s place, making me giggle against them. Working with him, I strip myself quickly. Needing to touch them and them to touch me.
I’m abruptly plucked from Bray’s lap and held tightly in a pair of strong arms.
Cyrus.
He turns and sits me on his lap, letting me feel his naked skin. When did he even strip? His rock-hard cock presses against my ass, leaking precum as he pulls me so my back rests against his front.
“Let’s show our girl just how much we love her,” he orders.
Bray smirks and watches me as he strips. He slowly pushes down his trousers, and his hard cock springs free. With a kick, he steps out of them, stroking his cock as he walks towards me.
Asher comes up to my side, also naked and so fucking perfect.
There’s so much skin, so many muscles and cocks, my brain short-circuits. I’m also pretty sure there is drool coming from my lips as I wiggle in anticipation.
“She already looks ready to come, brother,” Bray teases as he stops before me and glides the tip of his leaking cock across my lips, painting them like lipstick. When he steps back, I lick them clean, making him groan before he drops to his knees before me like a peasant before the crown. Only these aren’t followers, these are my kings, the kings of the whole fucking city, and they drop to their knees for no one but me.
Only me.
It’s heady. I spread my legs to let them see my wet pussy like the dirty bitch I am.
Cyrus keeps me locked against his chest, and my back arches, my neglected breasts begging for their touch. His mouth brushes up and down my neck, biting and licking until I’m wiggling on his lap.
