Marcus shifts closer, his hand coming to rest lightly on my knee. He leans in, his lips brushing against mine in a hard, commanding kiss that leaves no room for hesitation. His tongue sweeps into my mouth, deepening the connection as my breath catches.
I’m aware of other hands—gentle, exploratory—skimming across my legs, my sides, my breasts. The touches are unhurried, deliberate, as though they’re testing boundaries, seeking permission. Each stroke ignites a spark, building a heat that curls low in my belly. I keep my eyes closed, surrendering to the cascade of sensations.
Marcus pulls back slightly, his forehead resting against mine. He murmurs, “Lily, are you okay with this? With us… together?”
My heart races as I look at each of them, their expressionsopen, waiting. There’s no pressure, just an invitation. “Yes,” I say softly, my voice steady despite the butterflies in my stomach.
The air between us shifts, thick with anticipation and a crackling electricity that seems to pull us together. Marcus closes the distance, his lips brushing softly against mine in a kiss that feels deliberately slow. His hand cradles my cheek, his thumb grazing my skin with a tenderness that makes my breath catch. As his lips grow more insistent, his hands begin to explore my curves, tracing a path that feels both reverent and possessive, sending a shiver down my spine.
His kisses deepen, becoming commanding once more, his fingers trailing down to tease me in a way that leaves me trembling. His movements are patient and controlled, as if he’s savoring every moment, every reaction. Quiet murmurs of encouragement spill from his lips as he gently strips away my clothes, leaving me bare in the center of the living room. His eyes rake over me, filled with a desire that makes my core tighten.
Marcus pulls me onto his lap, his strong hands guiding me as he slides into me in one firm, deliberate thrust. He pauses, letting me adjust, his hands steadying me as a low groan escapes his throat.
Before I can catch my breath, Enzo moves behind me. His hand glides down my back, teasingly slow, before his fingers slip between my cheeks, pressing gently into me. The dual sensations have me grinding down onto both Marcus’s cock and Enzo’s hand, drawing groans from both of them.
“Perfect,” Enzo murmurs, his voice low and rough, as he continues to prepare me. His movements are confident,precise. And when he finally joins Marcus, entering inside me, it’s slow, deliberate, ensuring I feel every inch.
The stretch is overwhelming but delicious; the fullness making my head spin as they both work to find a rhythm. Together, they create a symphony of sensation, their synchronized movements building a pressure inside me that threatens to break me apart.
I glance to the side and see Dylan stroking himself, his eyes locked on me with a mixture of awe and hunger. Beside him, Jax sits perfectly still, his green eyes dark and intent, watching every movement with a quiet intensity that sends a fresh wave of heat through me.
Their attention fans the flames of my desire, pushing me closer to the edge. The way Marcus’s unhurried yet purposeful pace contrasts with Enzo’s demanding thrusts creates a perfect harmony, a balance that drives me closer and closer to pleasure. My body tightens, the tension snapping as my orgasm crashes over me, leaving me gasping and trembling in their arms.
The sound of my release seems to trigger Marcus and Enzo, their movements faltering as they follow me over the edge. Marcus’s groan vibrates against my skin, his hands gripping my hips tightly as he stills, while Enzo buries himself deeper with a guttural growl.
Enzo retreats with a lingering touch, and Dylan steps in, his arms wrapping firmly around my waist as he pulls me off of Marcus. He flips me over effortlessly, positioning me on all fours with my ass raised high. His hands slide over my hips, steadying me before he pushes inside me with a single, smooth motion. The stretch makes me gasp, the new angle igniting fresh waves of pleasure.
Dylan’s hand snakes around my waist, finding mycenter with practiced precision. His fingers work in tandem with his thrusts, circling and teasing until my body is trembling beneath his touch. Every movement is deliberate, his playful energy now focused into something intoxicatingly intense.
My eyes flick upward, locking onto Jax. He’s still seated, his green eyes dark and filled with unspoken desire as he silently watches the scene unfold. Without hesitation, I give him a subtle tilt of my head, summoning him. He moves forward to kneel in front of me, his hands trembling slightly as he unzips his pants and frees his pulsing cock.
I lean forward, my tongue darting out to trace the length of him, tasting the salty tang of his arousal. His breath hitches, his hands clenching into fists at his sides as I take him into my mouth. I set the rhythm, slow and steady at first, enjoying the way he twitches against my tongue. His quiet groans fuel me, each sound pushing me to move faster and take him deeper. I want Jax to fall apart like the rest of us.
Dylan’s movements grow more deliberate behind me, his thrusts deep and rhythmic as his fingers circle with precision. The combined sensations have me moaning around Jax’s length, the vibrations pulling a shudder from him. His eyes flutter closed, his chest rising and falling in uneven breaths as he struggles to hold back.
The combination of Dylan and Jax together drives my pleasure higher and higher. Dylan’s free hand grips my hip tightly as he thrusts harder, pushing me to the brink. Jax’s quiet, restrained intensity is a perfect counterpoint, his hands finally finding their way to my hair, holding me gently as I take him deeper.
The pleasure builds to an overwhelming crescendo, my body tightening as pleasure spirals through me. My release crashes over me in waves, my cries muffled by Jax’s length as my body quakes. Dylan follows moments later, groaning as he thrusts deeply one final time, his grip on my hips unrelenting. Jax’s restraint finally breaks, his groans turning into a deep moan as he spills into my mouth, his hands trembling in my hair.
We collapse into the pile of blankets, a tangle of limbs and satisfied breaths. The warmth of the guys’ bodies surrounds me, making me feel safe and comfortable. The steady sounds of their breath lulls me into a haze of contentment, the world outside this room fading into insignificance.
CHAPTER 24
A NEW DAWN
JAX
A soft nudgeon my shoulder pulls me from a restless sleep. Groaning, I crack one eye open to see Lily leaning over me, her mischievous grin glowing brighter than the dim light creeping through the window. Her blonde hair is a chaotic mess, strands tumbling across her face, but the sparkle in her eyes is impossible to ignore.
“Hey, sleepyhead,” she whispers, her voice low and coaxing. “Come on, we’re all getting up.”
I rub my face, trying to shake off the grogginess. “Lily, it’s still dark outside. What the hell are you doing?”
Her grin widens, unapologetically cheeky. “It’s our last morning here. Trust me, you don’t want to miss this.”
I hesitate, staring at her as I weigh my options. Stay warm and cocooned in bed or follow Lily into whatever nonsense she’s cooked up? The answer is inevitable.
With a resigned sigh, I swing my legs over the edge of the bed, the familiar ache in my muscles reminding me of the past few weeks. Detox hasn’t been kind, but it feels like I’m finally breaking through the haze.
