For keeping me here, making me fight for what I wanted.
“I love you more,” she whispers, gently squeezing my forearm when we step back.
We sit down to finish our meals among my guys, laughing and chatting. I’m telling Nash about the reading I had earlier, but he’s just nodding along, eyes focused on my lips. I lean into peck his lips before I continue the story, but he’s still only focused on mine. “Are you even listening to me?” I laugh.
“Sure, but you distract me with the way your lips move. Maybe you should kiss me some more to make me focus.” He grins before grabbing my head and pulling me in for a real kiss, making the rest of the table hoot and my cheeks flush.
As we’re clearing our plates, Nash leans in close again. “Siren, wanna get out of here?”
Tally grins from across the table. “Go on. We’ve got Lio. His grandparents and I will keep an eye on him, and we’ll have a sleepover. I bet Jesse will love that.”
“He’s had his meds for today, so he should be all right,” North adds, a hint of concern in his voice. “But, are you sure?”
If you didn’t know Lio was sick, you wouldn’t know it from just looking at him. He’s such a happy and outgoing ten-year-old—interested, kind, and active. I love him to pieces and am so damn happy the meds are working that well.
“Of course, go enjoy your birthday, guys,” Tally wiggles her eyebrows. I shoot her a glare and nudge her foot under the table in response.
“You’re a fucking saint, Tal,” Saylor chimes in, jumping to his feet.
We all stand, and North makes his way over to Lio and Mr. Jones, telling them about the change of plans. Lio grins brightly, and Mr. Jones smiles our way, waving. When North comes back to us, we make our way out of Shannon’s. The crisp evening air greets us as we head toward our house, Nash and Saylor grabbing one of my hands while Hunter and North take the lead. The night is still young, and the thought of spending the rest of it as just the five of us fills me with excitement.
We have so much fun when we’re alone.
We get inside the house and lose our shoes and jackets on the coatrack before I walk into the kitchen, select a glass from thecupboard, fill it with water, and drink it all in one go. “Anyone else want water?” I ask when I turn, only to find four pairs of hungry eyes on me.
Fuck.
Saylor steps in front of me, taking the glass from my hand and setting it behind me on the counter. “No, thank you. But it’s good you stay hydrated.” He grins. “You’re gonna lose a lot of water with how wet I’m gonna make you.”
He’s such a dork, but I love it.
Saylor leans in to kiss me, his hand finding my sweater, breaking the kiss only to pull it over my head. When the sweater is gone, he kisses my neck while unclasping my bra and tugging it off me. Leaning back, his gaze intently searches my face.
He watches me catching my breath, my chest rising and falling rapidly. His eyes then drift to the golden necklace around my neck,his necklace,which he insisted I keep.
I reach out to tug his hoodie over his head, swiftly followed by his shirt. Underneath, I find his new golden necklace, which he bought himself. It’s identical to the one I wear, but on the back, engraved in delicate script, is my name and birthdate.
“I love you,” Saylor whispers, leaning in to kiss me, opening my jeans while he’s at it. I smile against his lips, my hands fumbling with the zipper of his jeans.
Stepping out of them, we stand naked in front of each other, Saylor once more kissing me, his hand sliding between us, finding my pussy and stroking it.
“We don’t wanna see your hairy ass, Say,” Nash comments from behind Saylor, and he chuckles into my mouth before he lets go, stepping around me. With my back against Saylor’s chest—his hard-on pressing into my ass—North, Hunter, and Nash now have a view of my naked body.
They’re all already naked too. Nash is stroking his cock while licking his lips, Hunter’s eyes are burning my skin with theirintensity, and I can almost hear what North is thinking about doing to me.
Saylor kisses my neck, his hand finding my pussy again, stroking up and down my slit until his fingers glide deeper, making me shudder and gasp.
“She’s already so wet for us, brothers,” Saylor announces, nibbling on my throat.
I move my hips, wanting him to shift his fingers to where I need them, but he simply chuckles, gliding up and down through my wetness, making me squirm even more.
“Behave for us, baby,” North commands, and my hips go still. “Good girl.”
“Yes, such a good girl,” Saylor whispers in my ear when he slides a finger into me, making me moan. “Can you take another one?” he asks huskily, and I nod.
“Please,” I whimper.
He finger fucks me, slow and steady, and my legs tremble with need.
