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Cil bites my nipple, and I can’t hold back anymore.
I give into the tidal wave, letting it swallow me, my body clamping on the edge of pain, and Astro groans in my ear, his cock jerking as he spills deep inside me.
Snarling, Cil slides in and out, fucking me shallowly before exploding across my pussy and stomach.
I can’t open my eyes. I can’t speak or move.
I guess I got what I wanted, and it was so fucking good.
* * *
“She named a dog after me.” He sounds pained.
“And you love that dog, don’t lie. I caught you teaching him push-ups this morning,” I retort without even glancing at Raff as I pour my apple juice and turn to lean against the counter. Said dog, Junior, is currently on Astro’s knee as he eats around him. It’s seriously too fucking cute, not to mention how fluffy he was to cuddle last night, much to Astro’s chagrin, who got jealous of the dog.
“He needs to be part of the team,” is all Raffiel says. “And befitting of the name.”
“Sure thing, big guy.” Grinning, I head his way and plop down on Cillian’s lap at the table, stealing his bacon. He simply kisses my cheek, moves the bacon closer to me, and eats the toast. My heart softens. They truly are right when they say a way to a woman’s heart is through her stomach—or her vagina . . . or both. Definitely both with this lot.
“Are we committing any crimes today, or just the usual chaos?” Raff asks, sipping his coffee. The sunlight streams in, lighting the room brightly. The first thing I did this morning was check socials and news to see if Sal reported us, which she didn’t. She’s probably too scared to.
I almost can’t believe we got away with it, but it sure did make for some epic sex.
Top ten easily.
“I’m going to work outside for a few hours. There are some lyrics I need to get right and nature helps,” I reply. “Then we’re going to the studio later. We played, now we need to work.”
“Sounds good.” Raff nods. “Then it’s drill time.”
They all groan, and Astro even looks at me pleadingly. “Show him your boobs! Distract him!”
“It won’t work.” Raff grins. “Okay, it might, but she needs to work and so do we. We need to protect Reign, which means being alert and in shape, so drills, soldiers. Outside in ten.” He stands, kisses me, and leaves.
“I hate drills,” Cillian grumbles. “I can never feel my legs after.”
“Tell me about it. After the way you drilled me last night, I couldn’t feel my legs either.” He chokes on his toast, and I pat his back. “Better?” I ask sweetly.
“We better get ready.” Dal stands, and with one longing look at me, he leaves too.
“Me too.” I hop up, stealing more bacon before kissing them on the way to the studio. I’m not gone long. I grab my guitar and notebooks and make my way into the huge daybed outside, setting up. The guys are nowhere to be seen, so I plug in my headphones and listen to the beat Jack made, scribbling along to it. Sometime later, a grunting noise invades the beat, and I pull out the earbuds and turn, my mouth dropping open at the sight.
Glistening with sweat, and wearing nothing but shorts, are all four of my bodyguards. Forget writing lyrics. I lean back in the daybed and watch as they work through sets of grueling exercises that would put even the Rock to shame. I watch the play of their muscles, their veins, and the way their bodies move. In Cillian’s case, I ogle the way his huge cock bounces in his shorts as he does his burpees. It’s way better than porn, and I rub my thighs together to get some friction as my pussy pulses in need. They are completely oblivious to me watching them. My nipples pebble as the heat beats down on me, warming my skin as I roll onto my side to watch them better.
Unable to resist, I slide my hand down my stomach and into my denim shorts, rubbing my pussy over my panties. Dal is the first to notice. His sharp eyes lock on the movement, and he stills before leaping down and working harder. His eyes remain on me despite Raff’s orders. It doesn’t take the others long to notice what he’s watching.
They all stop, their eyes on my hand as I lean back and slide my fingers past the barrier of my panties and across my slick center. My hips roll as I play with my clit, watching the pull of their muscles. “I need something to watch,” I call to them.
“You heard Miss Harrow.” Raff smirks, watching my fingers for a moment. His muscles stretch as he turns to press into a push-up. Astro purposely flexes as he leaps, Cillian grins as he jumps, and Dal copies them with elegant moves that almost look like he’s dancing.
They are all sweaty and glistening, their muscles ready for me to explore and play with.
It’s like an all-you-can-eat buffet.
Flicking my clit, I moan loud enough for them to hear as I roll my hips. My heart races, and my body overheats as desire roars through me, leaving me breathless and touching myself faster.
“Shit, I can’t concentrate,” Cil says, his eyes locked on me as I touch myself at the sight of them.
“Fuck this,” Astro growls and heads my way.
