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“He does. But we agreed not to tell Sebastian yet.” His brows furrowed. “I know he’s going to feel even more guilty about it and I don’t want that additional burden on him.”
“I knew you weren’t really mad at him.”
“I’m not, Soph.” My name came out part warning, part groan. But his bulge continued hardening under my touch, then grew even larger when I freed it from its confines. Rupert leaned his head against my shoulder as I stroked him slowly, then gripped the back of my neck so he could crush his mouth to mine. “Soph.”
His tongue was madness and I yielded, loving the way he tasted. But beyond the desire was an understanding, our minds in sync as he took the form of comfort I offered. My mouth watered when I felt his precum on my fingers, but it was his groan-shout muted by our kiss that had me trembling.
I pumped him until all his seed spilled out, then let his cock go when he gathered me tighter in a fierce embrace. His deep exhale against me felt like a separate release. I smiled when I felt the tension disappear from his shoulders.
“I’m sorry I can’t be of much help, Rup.”
At that, he tilted my head and kissed me more gently, the intimacy of it taking me prisoner. But I shook my head when his hand slid between my legs, wanting this moment to be about him more than me. When we came up for air, gray eyes looked at me with so much intimacy.
“You’ve done more than enough,” he said gruffly. “You shouldn’t even be involved in this, Soph.”
But I wanted to be, even if I wasn’t in the frontline. Sebastian was being a grouch, Rupert was keeping his problems to himself, and Matthew was handling too much on his plate. My men were stressed as hell.
And I should do something to at least cheer them up.
***
It took Matthew finally saying when he was free for me to put my plan into motion, which was just as well since it gave Sebastian time to recuperate once his other bandages were off. By the time Sebastian was free to move both his arms around without any pain, balloons and a mini food array were already set up on the kitchen island, with candles illuminating the mood. Sebastian walked out of his bedroom with his brown eyes bugging out.
“Wow. What’s all this?”
“Just a little something to celebrate.”
“Celebrate what?”
I didn’t answer, but I was pleased when he started eating the chocolate-coated strawberries and sipped some of the wine. Then the two other men finally arrived, stopped short, and asked the same question.
“What’s all this?”
I cleared my throat and looked each of them in the eye.
“It’s a thank you. For letting me stay here and for just being so… important to me. It’s also a celebration because our friend here’s getting better, and when I say better, I mean physically and mood-wise. Now, can you all please get comfortable?”
Rupert leaned against the kitchen island and crossed his arms, not saying a word, his version of being comfortable. Matthew sat on the couch, giving me a questioning look. I gave them one of confidence before I sat on Sebatian’s lap, a move that had him gasping in surprise. But he promptly wrapped me in a bear hug from behind and breathed my neck in.
“Youarefeeling better, aren’t you?” I asked, just to be sure.
He nodded. I turned to face him and straddled him better, then let my chest brush against his. My nipples were already puckered and pressing against my top. The heat of his body had wetness seeping into my core, and the natural thing to do was to grind against him—just soft, slow movements that I knew he would like. His erection certainly liked it as it grew bigger and harder, rubbing against my thigh.
“Sweetheart, are you giving me a lap dance?”
“Isn’t it obvious?” I teased, then bit my lip when my panty-covered crotch came in contact with his bulge. Even with the layers of clothing between us, the friction was unbelievable. My lap dance grew frenzied as I took off my shirt and let him ogle my bra, but I playfully slapped his hand away when he tried to reach out for me. If he touched my tits, I’d be lost to the pleasure and it would be over.
My eyes rolled to the back of my head when his head leaned forward and his tongue traced my stiffened tip over my bra. He chuckled when I pushed his head away. I turned again so that I straddled him with my back facing him.
“Baby, I can’t see you now,” he complained.
But I could see Matthew and Rupert, who looked shocked at how bold I’d gotten with my dance. Their eyes devoured me like they wanted to lap me up from head to toe, like they wanted to pounce but were just holding out for Sebastian’s sake. I shivered as it added another layer of arousal to my already heated state.
“Then just enjoy yourself,” I whispered, leaning back and rolling my whole body against him until he could feel every inch. He cursed, but just like Rupert before, I felt the tension ease from his muscles, inch by glorious inch, as I continued my little dance.
Sebastian behaved this time, no longer touching me. But he was still very much aroused, his dick a steel rod that I wanted to ride so badly.
“I’m sorry,” he mumbled.
