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“I don’t know what we’d do without you,” Adrian joked. “Starve, I guess.”
Tears sprung to my eyes as I pulled them all in for a four-way hug.
“I love you so much,” I said. “I love you all.”
“I love you too,” Adrian said, as Jackson leaned in to kiss my forehead.
Only Xavier held out, his perpetually grumpy expression giving nothing away.
“Okay,” he said after a few moments, as his face softened. “I love you, too.”
Everything was perfect. I kissed all three of them, feeling more elated than I ever had before.
“No sex on the bed,” a familiar-sounding female voice said, interrupting our tender moment. “At least, not while I’m here.”
I pulled away and wiped away my tears. Cora was in the next bed, her blonde hair ruffled around her head. Like me, she looked tired, but unharmed.
“Are you okay?” I asked, realizing I had no idea what she’d been through in the basement before I’d arrived.
“Yeah, I’m okay,” she said. “As long as I don’t have to watch an orgy.”
“No chance of that,” Xavier said, his stern expression returning. “Doctor’s orders. He said no strenuous activity for at least a few days.”
I grinned, knowing that none of us would be able to control ourselves for that long. And after almost dying for real, I was more determined than ever to make sure I took advantage of every single moment of my life.
* * *
Our resolve didn’tlast long. Climbing the stairs was a challenge because of the smoke I’d inhaled, but once I was in the apartment, I felt almost normal.
“Do you need any help?” Jackson asked. “Or is there anything we can get you?”
Adrian was already boiling water for coffee, and Xavier had fetched extra pillows and blankets from the linen closet to pad up the couch.
“I’m fine,” I promised, but they insisted on making sure I was warm and comfortable.
“Are yousurethere’s nothing else we can get you?” Xavier asked, as he handed me the remote control for the television.
“This is more than enough,” I said, as I squeezed his hand and pulled him close for a kiss. My body mustn’t have received the memo that I was supposed to rest, because the sensation of his lips against mine and his beard on my chin made me more aroused than I’d anticipated. I steered his hand under the blankets and he groaned.
“Emma, what are you doing to me?”
I wriggled along the couch, bringing my pussy under his hand. I half-expected him to pull away, but instead he allowed his fingers to curl around my hot mound. He wasn’t fingering me; he just rested them there on my underwear. The warmth from his hand turned me on even more, and as I felt myself growing wet, I knew he could feel it through the fabric, too.
“The doctor said to rest,” Jackson said, but I wasn’t in the mood for obeying instructions. I kissed him next, brushing his long hair back behind his ear, enjoying being the center of attention.
Especially when I reached over to grab Adrian’s tattooed hand and steer it to my breast.
He moaned softly as he squeezed my flesh. The tattoo was still healing, but it was no longer painful, and it moved with his fingers as he massaged me.
I didn’t know who to kiss first. I moved from one man to the next, probing their tongues with mine, enjoying the sensations of six hands and three mouths. Xavier curled his fingers slightly enough to press only his fingertips through my underwear, but I was impatient. I reached under the blanket and pulled my underwear aside, giving him free access to my sopping slit.
“Emma,” he growled, as he slid two fingers inside me to the first knuckle. “This is so fucking hot.”
“I know,” I said, as Adrian slipped his hand under my bra.
Jackson unzipped his pants, and I took his cock in my hand, savoring its familiar weight and size. His skin was warm and silky smooth, his balls right there, begging for me to play with them. I ran my nails down his shaft and cupped one ball in my palm, tickling the sensitive skin at their base.
He moaned and moved closer, his cock hovering within inches of my mouth. I shifted my weight so I could wrap my lips over his silky head and let them glide down his shaft.
