“Go ahead, Voss. Why don’t you get us started?”
“Fine.” Damian bends down and spins the bottle with force. It spins rapidly, moving chaotically across the rug, and stops just short of hitting the coffee table, pointing toward Jake.
“Perfect!” Damian claps his hands. “Jake, take off your shirt, and kiss Max so passionately it makes all of us uncomfortable.”
Jake laughs. “Wow, so we’re jumping right in, huh?”
“Yup.” Damian grins.
“Max?” Jake turns to me. “Any rules you want to lay down before we get started? Boundaries? Safe words?”
I smile. “Absolutely none.”
And so it starts with Jake.
He stands and lifts the hem of his t-shirt, pulling it up over his head and tossing it aside. He’s gorgeous, built like a male model, with lean, defined muscle and warm, olive skin. He grins, locking his gaze on me, and steps into my space, close enough that I have to tilt my head back to look at him. One hand cups my jaw, the other gathers my hair into his fist and pulls it tight, and then he kisses me. It’s slow, deep, and prolonged. He pulls my hair, eliciting a gasp from me, and chuckles darkly against my mouth as he kisses me harder.
When he finally breaks free, I’m breathless. Damian whistles, Wyatt laughs, Ryder does a slow clap.
“Well, shit,” says Damian appreciatively.
Jake grins. “I would have thrown her down on her back, but…the tattoo.”
“Thanks for that.” I smile.
Damian reaches for the bottle. “Your spin, Preston.” But I have a feeling that we’ve already done all the dares we’re going to do tonight.
“Actually…” I start. Damian raises an eyebrow at me. “I was thinking we could skip over the dares this year. You know…just skip ahead to the next part?”
The sense of heightened interest is immediately detectable. Postures change. A round of looks are exchanged. Raised eyebrows. Curved lips.
Wyatt points at my shoulder. “I mean, you already did your big dare, after all.”
“Hundred percent,” Damian agrees. “Max already won Hellbent Night.”
There’s a moment of lingering anticipation, the air in the room buzzing but no one knowing exactly how to make the firstmove. The energy shift is subtle but definite, charged like the hush before a thunderstorm.
Damian’s gaze lingers on me. Jake’s hand finds mine, fingers lacing. Wyatt’s posture is easy but his focus is absolute. The quiet stretches, full and expectant. Ryder lifts my hand to his lips, kisses the inside of my wrist, and then stands, drawing me up.
The others follow, rising in silent choreography. They move around me, toward me, and I let myself go, turn myself over to their hands and familiar touches.
Wyatt’s hands are on my hips, Jake’s mouth finds mine, Damian’s fingers skim through my hair, and Ryder holds my hand. They surround me, four men whose bodies and hearts I know as well as my own. The energy in the room is thick with anticipation and heat, and I feel surrounded in the most loving and protective way. Ryder, Wyatt, Damian, and Jake—my protectors, my lovers, my partners, my home.
They’re careful with me. Wyatt’s hands stay low at my hips, unbuttoning my jeans. Jake slips behind me, his mouth warm at my neck, kissing along the curve beneath my ear while his hands work slowly at the buttons of my shirt. Damian’s fingers skim my arms, my sides, everywhere except the shoulder blade that’s still burning and tender.
The fabric of my clothing is loosened in stages and peeled away. Ryder kisses me, letting the others undress me. He cups my face and holds it, his dark eyes burning with heat and protectiveness.
“We only do what you want, Max,” he says gently.
I grin reassuringly. “I want it all.”
After that, Ryder guides me back down onto the couch and settles between my thighs, spreading me open so all of them can see. Damian is at my side, his hands skimming over my breasts. Jake bends over the back of the couch, behind me, fingers inmy hair, stroking softly. Wyatt is at my left, eyes burning as he watches every touch and shiver.
Ryder dips his head, his mouth hot between my legs, and strokes my pussy with his tongue until my back arches and I can’t hold back my moans. Damian’s fingers tease my nipples, rolling and tugging, and Jake leans in to kiss me, turning my head towards him. Wyatt is only a voice beside me, watching and praising. “Good girl,” he says, in a voice like ground glass and whiskey.
When I’m gasping, Ryder sucks on my clit, pulling it between his lips and running his tongue underneath it. Damian leans in, whispering how good I look, how desperate they all are to be inside me.
I come hard, sparks behind my eyes, body shaking, and they’re all there, watching, participating, guiding.
