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I squeeze her throat slightly. “You’re a slut for our cocks, aren’t you, Danielle?”
She nods as much as she can with my hand there. “Yes,” she gasps. “I’ll do anything.”
“Good.” I pull out and thrust in. “Girl.”
Michael does the same and soon we’ve got our rhythm perfected. Danielle takes everything we give her. Crew brushes her hair back from her face and leans in, giving her dirty words and praise and love while Michael and I fuck her.
It’s the perfect combination of everything she needs and soon she’s climbing again.
“I’m going to come,” she cries.
“Yes, you are,” Michael tells her. He thrusts up into her as he takes a nipple between his finger and thumb, squeezing. “Give us everything you’ve got, Dani.”
I feel the tightening around my cock and I can’t hold on.
“Danielle, come for us,” I growl against her ear. “Come apart, baby.”
She does with a beautiful cry, her back arching, her body gripping Hughes and me. I roar my orgasm and Hughes is right behind me, shouting her name.
I wrap my arms around her, holding her to my chest as we all come down from the high.
Eventually, I let go, and she seems to melt into Michael. His hands stroke up and down her body as I step back, breathing deep.
We all clean up, Crew carrying Danielle into the bathroom first. We all need to shower because of the champagne, but Crew makes their shower quick, much to my surprise.
We remove the amazing waterproof sheet, and all slip into bed in our usual order: me, Danielle, Michael, then Crew. Sometimes Crew cuddles up next to Danielle, but he’s the one who is most often up in the night, usually to eat at some point, so his typical spot is the outside.
We all wrap around each other and Michael turns off the lamp.
It’s not even five minutes before I hear all of them breathing deep, and I fall asleep with a smile and a single, happy thought: This is all so good. It’s the four of us against the world.
There’s nothing that can shake us up now.
CHAPTER 32
Crew
I'mup only two hours later. I often get up in the night. My stomach seems to think it needs to be fed every three to four hours and going even six to eight without when I’m sleeping is too much.
Tonight, though, I'm not sure it's just my stomach that got me up. My head's been spinning a lot the past few days, and it's not because of my concussion.
I'm not surprised that by the time I finish spreading the peanut butter on the bread, I hear soft footsteps behind me.
Dani seems to have a radar for when I need her. And even though I'm not sure exactly what to say, I do need to talk to her tonight. Just the two of us.
Yes, I wanted to celebrate when we got home. That wasn't the time for deep emotion and soft words.
But now is.
Her arms steal around my waist and I cover her hands with mine, giving her a little squeeze. "Hey pretty girl," I say.
"Hey. Is there a sandwich in here for me?"
I look at her over my shoulder. She’s in her silky short little robe, her hair tousled, and her eyes sleepy. She’s so fucking soft and beautiful like this. "You hungry?"
"Well, I burned a lot of calories a couple hours ago."
I chuckle. Yes, she sure did. “Want strawberry or grape?" She's an equal opportunity jelly user.
