“You satiate me.”
“Satiate,” he repeats, elongating the s. “How sexy.”
“You’re an idiot,” Jax chimes in, lifting me from the bed. “Not you, of course.” He kisses my forehead. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”
He carries me across the hall through the old voyeur room into the bathroom where Emmett and Callum are waiting. Emmett looks up at me from the bath with a curious expression on his face. Is it because he said he loved me?
My heart swells and I have this overpowering need to climb onto his lap and wrap my arms around him. He’s the first to have said it, and the first one I said it to. Even though it’s how I feel about all of them. I just didn’t want to come across as too much, so I’ve been biting my tongue, but this morning.
In the moment.
The way he said it.
My skin tingles just thinking about it.
“Special delivery,” Jax says walking over to the tub.
“I’ll sign for her,” Emmett says reaching up to grab me.
“Hey there,” I say, curling into his chest as he lowers me into the water.
He brushes the hair away from my face and kisses my forehead. “Hey there.”
We sit in silence for a moment, soaking in the hot water, letting it soothe away all the aches while we wait for the rest of the guys to get in the tub. They wash me and completely spoil me. Emmett and Knox taking my upper half, while Jax and Callum take my lower. Emmett takes extra care when shampooing my hair, to the point I almost fall asleep, while Knox rubs and massages soap into my neck, chest and back.
Do I moan?
Yes. That’s what I do. It’s like my off-switch in that department is broken or something. Has been ever since I met them. Or perhaps since it was never used before, it’s like this new toy my body keeps using. Like when a toddler says fuck and everyone reacts, so it goes around the house and out in public yelling fuck, fuck, fuck, fucking diaper. My moan is the equivalent of a fucking diaper.
I lean my head back on Emmett’s shoulder and let the lavender and mint smell swirl around me. With the hint of eucalyptus mixed in, it really opens the senses.
EMMETT – PERFECT DAY
We’reoutofthebath thirty minutes later and while Everlee is in her room getting dressed, I walk downstairs to get breakfast ready. It’s almost six, so I have plenty of time to create anything I want. Rifling through the pantry and fridge, I land on homemade cinnamon rolls, grabbing all the ingredients and setting them on the counter. I don’t think I’ve made these for her yet, since I only make them a few times a year. I don’t know why, because they aren’t too hard to make.
Ten minutes later, a small set of hands slip around my waist from behind me. I turn around and see Everlee standing there in one of Knox’s shirts and a pair of my joggers with her hair slicked back, still wet from the bath. I don’t know why we keep buying her clothes because she rarely wears them around the house. She just goes into our room and scavenges through our drawers, picking what she wants.
Which I don’t mind at all. She can do anything she wants. She has my heart. To be fair, she’s had it for a while, but now she knows she has it. I wasn’t intending on telling her I loved her this morning, it just sort of came out in the heat of the moment. It felt right.
In that moment she saw me. The real me. The one who loves her fully, but also has feelings for Jax. She wasn’t upset or jealous, but hopeful and supportive. Almost like she wants to be the conduit for us, to guide us together. Not away from her, because that could never happen, but just to one another. When my eyes landed on Jax, there was a different look on his face, one that I hadn’t seen before, or let myself see even. He was excited, but almost like he was excited for me… It nearly took my breath away.
We’ve never talked about his feelings or what he wants. We’ve never experimented or even talked about experimenting. We’ve simply never talked about it, but it seems like lately, he’s seeking my cock during DVP. I know he likes it, because lately, while we’re inside of her, I watch his face and goddamn. It takes everything in me not to explode. He loves the way his cock feels against mine and Everlee senses it, too. I think it turns her on.
She is so perfect for me, for us.
“What can I do?” she asks in a singsong voice.
Over the last several weeks, she’s been helping me more in the kitchen and I’ve been teaching her a few things. She knew the basics before, but I’m teaching her the more refined and technical side of it.
The why behind the cooking.
I turn in her arms and brush a flour covered finger across her nose. “Good morning, love.”
She looks cross-eyed at her nose, scowling, then her eyes meet mine. “Good morning, love.” She presses up on her toes and softly presses her lips to mine.
“Do you want to make some glaze for the cinnamon rolls?”
“Yes! I actually used to make some growing up and would add a little orange citrus to the glaze.” She peeps, smiling.
