Enzo’s fingers work their magic, teasing and prepping her while she moans and writhes against me. By the time he moves behind her, positioning himself over the both of us, I feel like I’m about to explode. The overwhelming urge to pleasure Lily is the only thing that holds it back.
“Ready?” I ask, looking into her eyes.
“Please,” she breathes, her voice trembling with anticipation.
Enzo presses against her further, while I hold us bothstill. The feeling of his fingers sliding slowly into her rear increases the pressure of her center squeezing into me. He withdraws his fingers, replacing them with his cock and sliding into her with a slow, measured pace.
Lily gasps, her body tensing around us. “Oh my God,” she moans, her hands clutching at my shoulders, with her back arched against Enzo.
“Relax,” I whisper, kissing her softly. “Just feel us. Let go.”
Enzo and I begin to move in tandem, our bodies finding a rhythm that drives all of us to the edge. Lily’s low pants and moans grow louder with each thrust. Her body starts to tighten around me, shaking with pleasure, and I snake a hand between us. Rubbing my fingers against the nub of her clit, her body bucks in response.
“Dylan, Enzo. Please,” she gasps, her voice filled with need. “I’m so full.”
“Just let go,” I whisper again, my voice rough with desire. My own pleasure is so close. Too close. “We’re going to take care of you.”
She cries out, her body arching between us and her muscles contracting around us. My release crashes over me, waves of pleasure washing away all the tension and worry of the night.
Enzo’s groan behind her signifies his own release, his body shuddering as Lily spasms between us. He carefully withdrawals and the three of us collapse onto the bed, a tangle of sweaty, satisfied limbs. I kiss Lily’s forehead, feeling her relax against me, her breathing slowly returning to normal. Enzo lies beside us, his arm draped over her waist.
“We needed that,” I murmur, my voice heavy with exhaustion and contentment.
“Yeah, we did,” she replies.
Enzo offers a noise of agreement, and our eyes connect over Lily’s languid form. Whatever happens next, there is one thing I know that the entire band can agree on. Lily is ours, and we aren’t letting her go without a fight. She’s the one thing the label can’t take away from us. I won’t let them.
CHAPTER 13
A GLIMMER OF HOPE
LILY
I wakeup surrounded by warmth and the comforting weight of familiar bodies, feeling a delicious ache that brings a blush to my cheeks. Memories of last night flood my mind as the soft light of dawn filters through the curtains, bathing the room in a golden glow. For a moment, I lie still, savoring the intimacy of the moment.
Enzo and Dylan sleep soundly on either side of me. Enzo’s arm is draped possessively across my waist, his body pressed against my back. I can feel the steady thrum of his heartbeat, grounding me. Dylan lies on my other side, his hand resting lightly across my shoulders, his breath tickling the nape of my neck. The three of us are tangled together, a cocoon of warmth and safety, and I wish I could freeze this moment in time.
I trail my fingers lightly over Dylan’s arm, tracing the smoothness of his inked skin and the occasional roughness of a scar. He’s always been the joker of the group, trying to keep the mood light even when everything is crumbling. But lately, even his humor feels forced, a fragile mask forthe concern and exhaustion he hides. His fearful words from the other day on the bus float to the front of my mind, and I know that he is worried about what will happen next. If the band can make it through this.
Enzo, in contrast, is a storm—fiery, intense, and unpredictable. His anger is his shield, a defense against showing vulnerability. But beneath that tough exterior, I know there’s a depth of emotion he rarely reveals. Except he has shown it to me. Quite often recently.
As I lie sandwiched between them, gratitude washes over me. Despite everything, we have each other. In this moment, that’s enough. Carefully, I untangle myself from their embrace. Not wanting to disturb their rare, deep sleep, I slip out of the room, silently snatching up my clothes without waking them.
I pad quietly into the main area of the suite, pulling on my clothing as I walk. The early morning light streams inside the main living space as well, painting everything in soft hues that give it a dreamlike quality. The scent of freshly brewed coffee leads me to the kitchen, where I find Marcus.
He’s standing at the counter, his blond hair tousled, blue eyes shadowed with exhaustion. His presence tugs at my heart. I walk up behind him, wrapping my arms around his waist and resting my cheek against his back. The aroma of coffee mingles with his familiar cedar scent.
“I miss you,” I whisper, feeling the stress radiating from his body. “I feel like we haven’t had a chance to talk recently.”
Marcus sighs, placing his hands over mine. “I miss you too, Lily. It’s been… a rough few days.”
His voice carries an edge of exhaustion, and guiltpounds against my chest. I’ve been trying to split my time equally among the guys, but it feels like I’m failing. I don’t even know what we’re doing anymore—just that I care deeply for all of them and want to be someone they can rely on.
He turns to me, pulling me into his arms. I rest my chin against his chest, the steady thrum of his heartbeat comforting me. For a moment, we simply stand there, wrapped in quiet connection. When he pulls away, it’s slow, like he’s reluctant to let go.
Marcus studies my face, his eyes soft yet searching. “Have some coffee with me?”
“I’d love to,” I say, starting to move toward the cupboards.
