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Xavier stood beside me, his hands running all over me. He cupped my breasts and tugged at my nipples, all of it somehow soft and almost comforting. I turned my face to him and found him watching me with something exceptionally warm in his eyes. Needing to touch him, I lowered one of my arms and stroked my hand down to his shaft. He swore under his breath when I gripped him in my fist and stroked.
Mack turned my face back to his and kissed me again. With his mouth against mine, he held my gaze and I felt him smile. “This isn’t going to be a marathon, baby. We know you need sleep. Xavier and I will be okay. Come for Jones and we’ll get you to bed so we can hold you.”
I shook my head. “I want all of you. I need to feel all of you.”
Xavier shut the water off and gently pulled my hand off him. “Let’s get you to your bed, then.”
They dried me off in a blur of never-ending touches and carried me to my childhood bedroom with the tiny bed shoved in the corner. I pulled Xavier to me and he lifted me into his arms as he sat on the edge of the bed.
He entered me in one fluid thrust and swallowed my moans. His hands cupped my ass and he slowly worked my body up and down his length. Feeling him inside me, stretching me, was what I needed. I buried my face into the crook of his neck and clung to him while he filled me up.
“Lay back, X.” Mack was behind me and after some repositioning, I felt him pressing into my ass. “Good girl. Let me in. Feel us, baby. We’re here and we’re not going anywhere.”
My heart pounded harder as they moved. Slow and deep, they filled me with a patience I didn’t understand, but I loved. I lost myself in being caught between them, held so securely in place while they worked to make me better. Pleasure built slowly, different from ever before. It wasn’t just physical. There was a bone-deep pleasure that grew from knowing they’d come for me.
Jones knelt on the bed next to me and he turned my face to his. “Open for me, Firecracker. Take us all.”
I did as he said and my eyes fluttered closed as he fed me his shaft. I moaned and braced my hands on Xavier’s chest. I had them. It was what I needed. My body instantly reacted, growing hotter between them and focusing the sensation of my pulse directly in my core. My orgasm grew like a flower, opening one petal at a time until it was fully bloomed. Every part of me came alive against them, my nerves rolling in pleasure.
My mind went mercifully blank as I came for them and I only existed as a ball of pleasure. I floated, tethered only by their touch, happy in that blissful alternate reality.
Somewhere at the back of my mind, I felt my guys coming and smiled. They were right there with me. I was okay with them. There was peace in the knowledge that pleasure could still exist in my world.
“Come here, baby.” Xavier tugged me higher on his chest and held me while Mack and Jones managed to wedge themselves around us on the tiny bed.
“We’re right here, Firecracker.”
“Always.” Mack stroked my wet hair out of my face. “You’re not doing any of this alone.”
44
Layla
“Youlookedintheleft drawer, didn’t you?” Grandma looked at Mack and grinned. “You haven’t been able to look me in the eye since you got back. You’ve got the shifty gaze of a young man who’s seen the inside of his mother’s diary.”
I was sharing Jagger’s hospital bed with him, sitting by his feet while we played cards. I nudged his foot and nodded at Mack. “He screamed like I’ve never heard a grown man scream.”
Jagger laughed and then groaned. He’d caught on to my movements, though, so he was able to grip his pain button before I could. “If you keep pushing that button, the news is going to start referring toyouas the opioid crisis. Leave some for the other folks, Lala.”
Mack stammered across the room, where he and the guys were losing at poker to Grandma. “N-no. I didn’t see anything. I wasn’t even looking. What drawer are you even talking about?”
I laughed silently at Mack’s expense. “He accidentally touched something and then spent twenty minutes washing his hands.”
Mack heard me that time and groaned. “You’re on my shit list, sweetheart.”
“Well, now that you’ve seen my unmentionables, I figure I can ask y’all some personal questions.” She laid out her cards and took the pot again. “First question. Who taught y’all to play poker?”
“Sorry, Lala, but I’m out. I need to hear these answers.” Jagger tossed his cards to me and got comfortable. “Can you come closer to answer?”
With Grandma and Jagger deciding it was story time, the guys pulled up chairs around Jagger’s bed for themselves and Gran. I stayed at the foot of Jagger’s bed, happy to be close to him.
“We learned on the road. An old roadie taught us when we were fresh out of the military, just starting out. He had a drinking problem and I’m beginning to think he wasn’t that good at poker.” Jones shrugged. “He was a nice guy otherwise.”
“What about your families?”
The atmosphere grew thicker and I wanted to save them from having to answer. “Gran, they can keep some secrets if they want.”
Xavier shook his head. “You know most of my story, Layla. I don’t mind.”
