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A rough hand cupped my face gently, and I blinked open my eyes, seeing Tristan before me, his eyes warm. “We’ve got you.”
He grasped Flynn’s shirt and inched it up, his gaze never leaving mine. He didn’t say the words, but I knew he was watching my reactions, waiting to see whether it was what I wanted or not. He was helping me, taking the pressure off me to express what I needed, and for that I would always be grateful.
Flynn raised his arms, and Tristan peeled the pale pink material up and over his head before dropping it on the deck, just out of reach.
Ezra ran his fingers through my hair again, and I groaned, his touch like a balm to my ragged heart. “You feel so good. Can’t believe you’re letting me touch you like this,” he murmured, his voice holding the same incredulity as his words.
“I’m sorry for the way I behaved to you after Sydney,” I mumbled, leaning into his touch.
“Hey.” He touched my chin and waited until I opened my eyes. “My behaviour left a lot to be desired too. Let’s call it even in terms of fuck-ups, yeah?”
I nodded, swallowing past the lump in my throat. The naked desire in his eyes, the tender way he was touching me, and the rasp in his voice drew me in. I needed to get closer. I needed to feel them.
Looking around for Zali, I spied her a few steps away. She was extracting herself from this, stepping away and letting them focus on me. “I love you,” I mouthed to her, needing her to know.
A slow smile spread across her lips, lighting her up until she was incandescent. Knowing I did that, knowing I could make her happy, was like a shot of adrenaline. She made me brave. She gave me courage.
Flynn asked hesitantly, “Can I touch you?”
I nodded and rasped, “Please.”
He shuffled closer until our thighs were brushing and shifted his hands from my belt loops to my abs. My stomach quivered, butterflies alighting at his soft touch. He bit down on his lip and slid his fingers up, dancing them over my skin, then up and over my pecs. His lips turned up in a smile as gooseflesh broke out over my body, and when his eyes met mine, the heat there nearly knocked me off my feet.
I sucked in a slow breath, inhaling his scent. He was like a spring day. Ocean breezes and warm skies. He licked his lips and trailed his fingertips over my collarbone, his gaze dropping to where he was touching me.
“Can I kiss you?” he breathed before looking up at me through long lashes.
“Fuck, yes,” I said on a rush and leaned in as he raised his hands, tangling his fingers in my hair and rising on his toes to bring our mouths together.
He pressed his lips to mine gently, once then twice, before he asked, “Is this okay?” His lips brushed against mine as he spoke, and I moaned, pulling him closer. I needed to eliminate the distance between us, to feel every inch of his lithe body against mine. Gripping his hips to pull them against mine, I nuzzled our noses together before Flynn swiped his tongue over my bottom lip, and I opened for his exploration.
With my first dip into his mouth, his flavour burst on my tongue, rich like the dark chocolate he’d been eating. The tartness lingered on his tongue, and I couldn’t get enough. I sucked on it before running my own against his.
Kisses landed on my shoulders and throat, and my cock pulsed in my shorts. I was as hard as an iron rod, and the sensation of their bodies against mine and their hands on me was enough to drive me wild. I was going from zero to one hundred in a matter of minutes—I knew that—but it had been so long coming that I couldn’t stop myself. I wanted it all, everything they could give.
Breaking our kiss, I sucked in a breath and nibbled a path along his smooth jaw. He tightened his hands in my hair, holding me in place as I kissed his throat.
“I wish I could have been your first,” I confessed, shocking myself with my words. It was true, but I never imagined actually admitting that out loud.
“You were,” he replied without hesitation, and that confused the fuck out of me. How could I have possibly been his first? I’d seen him with both Tristan and Ezra before. I pulled back and tilted my head in question, my brows furrowed. Flynn blinked his eyes open slowly and licked his lips as he looked down at the way our hips were pressed together, my hard cock poking up and out of my underwear, Flynn’s alongside it in his white cut-off jean shorts.
“Zali was my first kiss. Tristan let me top him, and I bottomed for Ezra that first time.”
“How was I your first?” I groaned as he licked my throat and sucked on my Adam’s apple, my fingers tightening on his lat muscles.
“You were the first boy I fell in love with.”
I froze, and Flynn pulled back, his eyes widening at my expression. His mouth popped open as if he was about to retract what he’d just said. But I couldn’t hear it, not when everything had gone fuzzy and static was electrifying my brain at the thought that he’d wanted me too. Grasping his nape, I hauled him closer, eliminating the space between us, and crashed our lips together. He gave as good as he got, gripping my hair hard as he rutted against me, and I kissed him like I’d waited a lifetime to do.
His breaths were pants, and his chest heaved as I palmed his arse. The meaty globe was a perfect fit for my hand, and I loved how there wasn’t a single soft part to him.
I loved Zali’s curves, her femininity too, but holding Flynn was something else entirely. Maybe it was because I’d resisted it for so long, maybe it was because I was admitting to myself that I wasn’t straight—but this moment, right here, was perfection.
The others pressed closer to me, one at each of my sides. Two walls of muscle curled their hands around my hips.
“Let Ez taste you, Ry,” Tristan pleaded. I moaned, loving that he pressed in closer to me, kissing a line up my shoulder. “Tell us if you feel overwhelmed. We don’t want to do that to you.”
I gasped when Ezra ran his hands up and down my sides, his breath ghosting over my nape as he nuzzled me.
