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Ry chuckled softly, a dark sound that to any sane person would have signalled impending doom. But for me it amped up the excitement.
Flynn and Ez timed their thrusts perfectly, each slamming into me with the force of a freight train and splitting me open even though I’d been stretched. I cried out, the burn stealing my breath. My mouth open, I sucked in a lungful of air and Ry’s cock at the same time.
Gagging, I opened my eyes and saw him grit his teeth. “Gonna fuck this pretty mouth, baby girl, and you’re gonna swallow every drop of my cum. You aren’t going to waste a drop, are you.”
My eyes closed in acquiescence, and he fisted my hair, pumping his hips forward in a steady rhythm. Flynn and Ez started moving too, this time in counterpoint, each time pressing against the thin wall between my holes. I cried out.
The weight on the mattress shifted, and Tristan draped himself over me, lying across my body. He stole my breath, pressing me hard against Flynn. His cock prodded my side, slipping under my tit into the tight squeeze between Flynn’s and my chests.
He thrust in, using my body to get himself off the way they were all doing.
I floated, my body climbing and need and desire spiralling through me.
Another orgasm hit me, and my guys rode it out, bucking into me and prolonging it until I was breathless. Panting, Ry let me come down for a moment before he gripped my hair tight and thrust forward, sinking into my throat.
Their grunts and groans were like a symphony, every noise they made driving me higher and higher.
Their movements turned jerky, the thrusts getting harder and more desperate as my cunt clenched and released around them. Over and over, they fucked me, slowing down only to speed up again when I started the climb and tossing me over with so much skill, I lost count of how many times I shattered in their arms.
My head was hazy, the room spinning behind my closed eyelids. Breathless, my throat ached, my arse was raw, my cunt was tender, and my ribs bruised from the force of Tristan’s thrusts. I came again, my cunt throbbing long and hard.
Ez shouted out, the hot spray of his cum on my inner walls like a drug to an addict. I floated, riding the high of the pulse inside me just as Ry pulled back, his corona pressing against my lips. He roared and filled my mouth with his seed, flooding me until I was forced to swallow.
But more came.
Ry pulled back, his cock pulling out of my mouth with an audible pop as Flynn let go of my nipple and brought my lips to his. We shared Ry’s cum, passing it between us on our tongues as he kissed me until I was breathless. I drank in his cry as he filled me.
The flood of warmth between our bodies and Tristan’s groan was hot as fucking hell, and my body tightened once more.
“Oh yeah. Again,” Ez ordered, pumping his softening cock into me. Flynn did the same, and his piercings massaging my oversensitive inner walls set me off again.
I cried out, the force of my orgasm side swiping me. Darkness closed in around the edges of my vision, and my body went loose, floating in a cloud of ecstasy.
Twenty-four
Zali
Fourteen months later (March)
We’d nicknamed the house our castle, and it certainly was. All it needed was a moat, but we’d decided being surrounded on three sides by water was good enough. We owned the entire chunk of land on the U-shaped bend in the river. There was a deep water mooring for the Noble Steed, and at the opposite end, our beach was private and had the most crystal-clear water I’d ever seen.
A sub-tropical forest sheltered the front of the estate from the road, a pair of gates at the entrance the only hint that there was even a house on it. It was the only change we’d made to the property after receiving a few visits from people wanting to fish or swim along the river and not realizing the property was privately owned.
It was peaceful, perfectly quiet, and full of wildlife. Home to a mob of wallabies and at least a couple of koalas, we also had a pair of wedge-tailed eagles nesting on one of the highest trees, and I’d seen a wombat toddle across the gardens bordering the helipad a few weeks earlier.
Yes, the helipad.
The house had everything you could possibly dream of—swimming pool with a pavilion to die for, gym, sauna, sixteen-seat theatre, recording studio, wine cellar, separate office building, library with one of those roller ladders and floor-to-ceiling shelves filled with books, caretaker’s cottage, helipad, garage specifically for toys next to the office building, seven extra bedrooms, eleven bathrooms, and most importantly, a main bedroom big enough for an Alaskan king bed that we could all fit comfortably on with enough walk-in closet space to fit all our clothes.
We’d been sold on the house before we saw the bedroom, but walking into it was one of those moments. We’d spun in a circle, took one look at the one-hundred-and-eighty-degree view of the water and the balcony that faced it, and decided on the spot.
We needed it.
Tris and Ez insisted on selling their apartments and giving me the money from them. Ry gave me his savings. Flynn insisted too, but I wouldn’t let him, not when he was still studying and barely earned anything from his job—when they gave him shifts. I didn’t need them to give me anything, and I hated accepting the transfers, but this was our place, not mine. I didn’t want to refuse their contribution and have them call it my house.
Today wasn’t the first celebration we’d had, but it was one of the most important. It was the launch date for Tarnished Crown—the irony of my mother’s nickname and my own wasn’t lost on me, but I’d come to believe my guys. Our nicknames were where the similarities between us ended.
It was also Asher’s birthday. He would have been twenty-six. He’d been gone for as long as he was alive, and that fact broke my heart. We’d scattered his ashes on the winter solstice. It had been an unseasonably warm day. The sky was a brilliant blue and the waters glassy. I’d asked Dad to let me know when he was ready so we could do it together. He’d picked the solstice, and although the weather was forecast to be awful, it had turned out picture-perfect. It was almost like Ash was telling us he approved of picking a day that symbolized new beginnings.
