Enzo closes in on her, wrapping an arm around her waist in a surprisingly intimate gesture for him. He isn’t usually the one to offer easy affection. I quirk a brow at him. But he isn’t paying attention to anyone besides Lily. “What were you thinking?”
“I’m not sure. I think I need to speak with the nurse and then I can make a plan.”
“I’ll go get her,” Enzo offers.
Lily shoots him a grateful smile and sits on the couch, while pulling out her phone. The nurse joins her a couple minutes later and they bend their heads close together to discuss Jax’s condition and the best course of action to help him recover. Marcus immediately moves into the bedroom to sit with Jax.
It would probably be best for all of us to be involved in this situation, or at least for Enzo and I since we are both available and present. But I can’t focus on their conversation. All I can think about is the way Lily looks when she’s focused. The way she bites her lower lip and scrunches her nose slightly. I have also become acutely aware of the way Enzo is staring at her possessively, and the way my body is reacting to it all.
The conversation with the nurse stretches into eternity as I think about Lily, my eyes scanning down her body, drinking in each and every movement she makes and imagining her naked in bed. Ten agonizing minutes later, the nurse excuses herself and returns to Jax.
Without overthinking it, I walk over and grab Lily, throwing her over my shoulder. She releases a surprised yelp, swatting at my back while she hangs upside down.The hits are soft and punctuated by giggles. “Dylan, what are you doing?”
“Taking you somewhere we can talk without interruptions,” I reply, heading toward the bedroom.
Enzo follows silently, his eyes never leaving Lily.
I gently toss her onto the bed, covering her body with mine. The door clicks shut behind us, and I hear Enzo locking it. Lily’s eyes widen, her breath quickening as Enzo stalks toward the bed.
“Guys, we should really—” she starts, but I cut her off with a kiss. Slow and deep, I pour all my pent-up frustration and desire into it. I feel her relax beneath me, her body molding to mine. All soft curves and breathy sighs.
Enzo’s hands are on her next, stroking her hair, then moving down to caress her shoulders. They brush slightly against my chest as my body molds to Lily’s, but I don’t mind. This is about making our girl feel good.
“Just let go, Lily,” he murmurs. “We’ve got you.”
I move my lips to her neck, trailing kisses down to her collarbone. She shivers under my touch, her hands gripping the sheets. I pull back, tugging Lily upright and settling her onto my lap to offer Enzo better access.
Enzo’s lips follow the path mine just left, kissing down the side of her neck, his hands moving to undress her slowly. Piece by piece, we peel away her clothing, revealing her soft, flushed skin.
With her fully naked and gasping in soft breaths, I move her again, placing her back against the sheets. I kiss my way down her body, feeling her tremble as I reach her thighs. Enzo’s hands are everywhere my lips aren’t, stroking, teasing, arousing. Together, we worship her, our hands and mouths working in tandem to drive her wild.
“Dylan,” she gasps, her hands clutching at my hair as I move between her legs. “Please…”
I kiss her inner thigh, then slowly slide a finger inside her, feeling her warmth and wetness. She moans, her hips arching off the bed. Enzo kisses her again, silencing her moans with his mouth as his hands massage her breasts, pinching her nipples just hard enough to make her gasp against his lips.
Lily gasps again as I lick across her center, dragging my tongue against her sensitive skin. She wriggles as I focus my efforts on her clit, lapping at her wetness as Enzo continues kissing her and plucking at her nipples. She writhes and gasps beneath us as we work in a synchronized effort to reach a singular goal.
Lily’s thighs start to quiver as I continue to lap at her core. Her spine arches off the bed as she cries out, her hands twisting in the sheets as she rides the waves of pleasure.
I lazily draw my tongue across her a few more times, then I move up her body, positioning myself between her legs. I look into her eyes, seeing a mixture of trepidation and desire.
“It’s okay, Lily,” I whisper, kissing her softly. “We’re here with you. We’ll take care of you.”
She nods, her eyes locking with mine as I hastily shed my clothes and slowly slide inside her. A gasp escapes her lips as Enzo leans back, kneeling beside the two of us, watching. Her body tenses for a moment before relaxing, her legs wrapping around my waist, allowing me to continue pressing inside her. I move slowly, giving her time to adjust, feeling her warmth envelop me.
Once fully inside, I flip us over again, adjusting Lily tosettle across my lap, her chest pressed against mine, with my back leaning against the headboard. Enzo watches us, shedding his clothing and stroking his thick, pulsing cock the second it is exposed.
Lily turns her head to look back at him, her eyes following his movements as he touches himself. They stare at each other for a brief moment. Enzo leaves the bed, walking over to his bag and pulling out a small bottle of lube from one of the pockets.
He rolls the bottle between his hands, and I fight the urge to move Lily up and down on my cock. Instead, I wait, fully seated inside her while Enzo pours some lube into his hand then rubs it across his cock.
He moves closer to Lily, sliding a finger across her ass, whispering, “Is this okay?”
“Yes,” she replies, in a husky whisper.
Her throaty words make my cock twitch inside her and she moans, rocking against me slightly while Enzo preps her from behind. She shivers under his ministrations. I watch every feeling dance across her expression as she finds pleasure in every touch.
“Just breathe,” I whisper, my lips brushing her ear. “We’re going to make you feel so good.”
