“Evan.” Maddox looked up at me.
Still with his head in my lap, I ran my fingers through his hair. “What do you need, big guy?”
“Kiss me.”
A demand, not a request. Good thing for him, I ached for the same. I lowered my face to his and gave him an upside-down kiss. A hand came under my jaw and forced my face up before another set of lips crashed to mine. They took turns kissing me as Briar rode Maddox. The bed groaned under our weight and thumped against the wall.
My cock was standing at full attention now. Hard for Maddox to miss.
“Sweetheart?” He reached back and gripped my nape. “Get over here.”
“Over where?”
Maddox patted his chest. “Sit.”
“Um. On your chest? What if I’m too heavy and, like, crush your lungs? I really would take your final breath then. Maybe I shouldn’t—”
“You weigh nothing.” He forced me over with little trouble. “Now, sit like a good boy.”
Why did that send tingles of excitement through me? I’d never been into the whole Daddy thing, but something about Maddox overrode previous notions about what I thought I liked.
I sat on his chest, feeling utterly exposed and vulnerable. But aroused. Especially when those ocean blue eyes fell to my bobbing erection. More heat swarmed my veins. Maddox took me into his mouth, and I tipped my head back with a soft whimper.
“I adore the sounds you make, love.” Briar leaned forward and kissed my nape, keeping pace on Maddox’s cock.
“I love the ones you make too,” I said after he groaned.
Briar came first, shoving his face into the back of my hair as he shuddered through his orgasm. I soon followed, shooting my load down Maddox’s throat. I’d tried to pull away, but he wouldn’t have it, wanting to swallow every drop I had.
“Your turn, big guy.” I slid off his chest.
I wanted to watch the finale of one hell of a show.
Briar glided along his slick shaft, having recovered his rhythm after his own release. He came down on Maddox harder, bouncing on him in a way that had Maddox biting his bottom lip.
“Let us hear your moans, you infuriating man,” Briar told him.
Maddox smiled at that. It was crooked and paired with half-lidded eyes. Sweat dampened his muscled body, and strands of his hair stuck to his forehead. I bent to kiss his brow. He lightly nudged my head with his before he couldn’t hold back any longer.
“Gods!” His body jerked, and a deep groan rumbled in his throat.
My gaze dropped to where they connected just as cum dribbled from Briar’s ass. Lots of it. Another sensation I knew well. Our captain was always fully loaded.
“Well, that was fun,” I said. “And by fun, I mean, I’ll think fondly of it often. Mostly when I’m alone having some ‘me’ time.”
Briar breathed out a laugh and tugged me to his chest, kissing my hair. “I feel you have little need for… ‘me’ time with all of us insatiable men around you.”
“Fair point. A blessing more than a curse.”
Arms came around my waist and yanked me backward wrestler-style. I gave a little oof as my twink ass bounced against the mattress. Maddox didn’t release his hold as we lay that way, him behind me and pressing soft kisses anywhere his mouth could reach—my hair, neck, and back of my ear.
The door creaked open before Lake and Callum appeared. Both offered us soft smiles before approaching the bed. We scooched over to make room. Difficult with five of us, but we made do. Callum settled on the other side of me while Lake took his favorite spot, head on my lap and legs curved around mine.
“Any update on the mercenary?” Lake asked.
“I checked his condition before coming home.” Briar lay on the other side of Maddox, shirtless and still wearing his glasses. I loved how his light brown bangs swept across the tops of them. “He should be well enough for questioning tomorrow.”
Tomorrow. Just in time for the ball.
