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Pen steps away from me, and turns to face York. “Come here,Yorky-baby,” she says, her voice low, soft, sultry-as-fuck. Pretty sure his cock is reacting the same way as mine.
“I was only kidding,” he says, giving me a wry grin as he steps closer. “You know me, always the fucking joker.”
“We know,” Pen says, reaching up to cup the back of his head and pulling it down to hers. “Kiss me, you idiot.”
His arms circle her waist, the bare skin of her back, and tight lycra leggings a fucking temptation that’s hard to ignore. Dancing with Pen has been cathartic, sure, but also the biggest turn-on. I don’t even know how any of us managed to keep our hands off of her for so fucking long when we were kids.
Despite York being a cheeky fucker, I refrain from touching her, allowing them this moment. We’ve been together for so long, friends for even longer, that it’s easy to read the signals, to know when to join in and when to back off. I love that about our relationship. I wouldn’t change it for a thing.
“You know, I’ve started to get a complex,” York mumbles against her lips, his hands trailing down her back, stopping short of grabbing her arse. “Didn’t think you liked me much anymore.”
“Of course, I like you,” she replies, and I smile when she reaches behind her back, puts her hands over his and slides them lower, then adds, “I more than like you, I love you,York. I love you so much.”
“Even when I wind everyone up?” he jokes, his hands gripping her arse tighter as he pulls her closer.
“Even when you wind up the others.”
“Don’t tell him that, he’ll never stop,” I groan, rolling my eyes.
York smiles, winking at me. “It’s part of the charm.”
“No one makes us laugh like you do.Welove you. Don’t we, Zayn?” Pen adds, dropping a kiss to his lips that he accepts with a groan.
“I suppose he’s alright,” I joke.
Truth be known, he’s been like a bear with a sore head for the past week or so, and we both know it’s because he’s missed being intimate with Pen. As much as we love each other, and we love to share, alone time with Pen is as important to each of us as spending time together is.
I can relate. It’s not easy sharing the woman you love with three other people, but it is manageable because we love each other as much as we love her.
When York deepens the kiss, I take that as my cue to leave. I’ve already encroached on Dax’s time with Pen this week, not sure if I can get away with it a second time.
“I’ll go take a shower. Then I’ll start dinner. Xeno and Dax should be back from the hospital soon,” I say, winking at York when he comes up for air, his face flushed.
“Appreciate it, Zayn,” York says, dipping his head. “Sorry about earlier. I was only joking. You’re still a handsome bastard.”
“Love you, mate. Now give our girl an orgasm, then come join me in the kitchen. I’m making Paella.”
“Paella? Delicious,” Pen says, twisting in York’s arms to face me whilst he wraps his arms around her waist and kisses her on her bare shoulder.
“Hopefully,” I laugh. “It’s been a while since I made it. Thought it’d be nice.”
Pen's smile softens. “It’s Dax’s favourite dish.”
“I know.”
“That’s thoughtful of you,” York acknowledges.
I shrug. “Figured he’d appreciate a home cooked meal tonight.”
“Are you worried about what his consultant might’ve said?” Pen asks, her hands sliding over York’s arms as she regards me curiously.
“Nah. He’s gonna be good, this is Dax we’re talking about,” I say, not sure who I’m trying to reassure more, them or me. Pen’s mouth pops open as though to protest but I shake my head. “He’s got this, okay?”
“Okay,” she nods.
I lift my eyes to York, swiping a hand through my hair. “Take Pen’s mind off it. I’ll see you both in a bit.”
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