“Have proved how resourceful they are. They’ll be fine. I can still hear them singing,” Zane says.
“Good, that’s going to drown out the sound,” Damon growls.
“We still have to be quiet,” I say.
“We will,” Zane promises.
Asher fans himself. “Is anybody else getting hot in here?”
“Let me help,” I say softly.
Zane gives me a half-smile, lifting his arms just enough for me to unbuckle the vest. My fingers trace the outline of a wing tattoo that curves around his shoulder. He watches me, quiet, while I unfasten the clips and ease the vest off, letting it drop onto a nearby chair with a dull thump.
I turn to Damon next. He’s broader, the ink on his forearm swirling in intricate patterns that hint at a past he doesn’t talk about much. The tension in his shoulders softens when I rest a hand on his bicep. My thumb drags across the black lines of a tattoo peeking out from under his sleeve. He exhales, still watching me.
“Wouldn’t mind this kind of welcome every time we come back home,” he says, kneading my ass.
“Well, I want to take my sweet time today,” I say, turning to Asher. “You guys have no idea what that tactical gear is doing to me.”
“I would love to wear it all the time if that’s what you want,” Zane says, chuckling.
My attention remains on Asher. His chest rises in a slow breath when I unclip the final piece of gear strapped across him. His own tattoos run over his collarbone and down his left arm, patterns I can’t decipher but have memorized in quiet moments. He lets the vest drop, letting me see more of the ink stretching across solid muscle.
They exchange a glance—an unspoken agreement to let me lead. And I do.
A shiver runs through me.
I move first, stepping backward until my legs bump into the mattress. My pulse jumps when Damon follows, his gaze never leaving mine. He eases his hands around my waist, pulling me closer until our bodies meet. A flutter of excitement stirs low in my belly. No matter how many times we do it, it still doesn’t get any less exciting.
I slide onto the bed, lying on my back, letting the sheets pull tight beneath me. Asher kneels on one side, Zane on the other, while Damon looms above, his cock already stiff against his belly. I’m caught between them, my body humming with anticipation.
Zane leans in, one hand cupping my cheek, and kisses me slowly. It’s a familiar move—soft, gentle. Meanwhile, Asher’s fingers brush along my ribs, trailing down to stroke over my thigh. My skin tingles under his touch, a shiver racing up my spine. Damon takes position near my feet, gripping my ankles to spread me open, and the vulnerability of it makes me gasp.
They start with a rhythm I recognize from the nights we’ve done this before. Damon dips his head, planting a line of kissesalong the inside of my leg, inching higher until his mouth finds my center. My breath catches at the first flick of his tongue, every nerve in my body sparking alive. Zane claims one of my tits, wrapping his lips around the nipple, sucking slowly while Asher slides a hand across my stomach, brushing over the other breast. The combined sensation is overwhelming: lips, tongues, hands all working in tandem, their cocks hanging heavy, ready for me.
I arch my back, moaning low in my throat. Damon’s relentless in the way he eats me out, each stroke of his tongue pushing me higher. Zane sucks harder on my tit, and Asher drags his mouth across my collarbone, nibbling softly. I can’t keep track of where each new wave of pleasure is coming from as their teasing tongues and skillful hands roam over my body.
The first orgasm hits so fast, I barely process it, my hips lifting off the bed as a cry tears from my lips. Damon doesn’t stop, riding me through it, wringing every last tremor from my body until I’m shaking. I tug at his shoulders, urging him up. I want more. I want them inside me.
Zane meets my eyes, giving me a quick nod before settling between my legs. Damon shifts aside, wiping his lips with a small, breathless laugh. Zane positions himself, his cock pressing at my entrance, and my heart kicks up. Asher moves behind me, lifting me slightly so Zane can slide in. The stretch is blissful and immediate, forcing another moan from my throat.
Zane starts slow, each thrust pushing me up the bed, my breasts bouncing with the motion. Asher snakes an arm around my shoulders, supporting me so I don’t slide away. I let go, losing myself in the rhythm of Zane’s strokes. A wave of ecstasy washes over me, stronger than the first, and I cry out again, nails digging into his arms as he shudders through his release.
I’m still pulsing with aftershocks when Zane pulls out, his breathing ragged. Damon takes over, hooking his arms under my knees and lifting them high, folding me nearly in half. Theposition leaves me exposed, and a flush creeps over my cheeks, but he just smirks.
“You’re gorgeous,” he mutters, lining his cock up with me.
He plunges in with a groan that rumbles in his chest, and I swear my mind blanks out for a moment. The friction drags another keening sound from me, and he starts a pounding rhythm that sets every nerve alight. Asher leans down, kissing me fiercely, swallowing my cries as Damon drives me higher. There’s a flash of heat, a deafening rush in my ears, and my body locks up as another climax slams through me. I think I scream, but it’s lost against Asher’s mouth.
Once Damon finishes, panting, he slips away, and Asher gently turns me onto my side. He fits himself behind me, one arm around my waist as he nudges my leg forward. The angle is different, intimate, and he presses his cock against me, pushing in slowly. My breath catches at the sensation. It’s a softer approach, but no less intense.
He moves in a smooth, rolling pace, each thrust drawing out trembling moans from my lips. My head falls back against his shoulder, eyes fluttering shut. Damon and Zane watch from the foot of the bed, their expressions a mixture of awe and hunger. Asher’s free hand slips over my breast, kneading gently, and I bite my lip, arching into his touch.
When he comes, it’s with a muffled curse breathed against my ear, his hips jerking. I cling to his arm, sweat cooling on my skin as the last waves of pleasure leave me shaky. He stays wrapped around me, his chest rising and falling against my back.
Gradually, the four of us untangle.
Damon presses a soft kiss to my temple. Zane runs a warm palm over my back while Asher rests his forehead against my shoulder, eyes closed.
