I snort at myself. I’ve watched Elias work, seen the way his fingers fly across the keyboard, the flood of windows he navigates. It would take me a decade to come close to his skill level. Wren, though… She's sharper than I am. She’d pick it up fast.
Footsteps snap me out of my train of thought, and I lift my head to see my girl walking into the room, looking a little nervous, with Jagger and Sly behind her.
I sit up as Pete asks, “What’s going on? Is everything okay?”
She fiddles with the hem of her shirt for a second before asking quietly. “I wanted all of you close tonight. Is that okay?”
My heart softens, realizing she’s looking for the comfort of all of her boyfriends on the eve of our battle. “Of course.” I pat the bed for her to climb in, before realizing we’re not all going to fit in this king-size bed.
Jagger, seeing the same thing I do, lifts his hands and signs,“I’ll sleep in the chair,”then turns around and picks up a pillow and blanket I hadn’t noticed by the door, and carriesthem over to the oversized chair in the corner of the room, facing the bed. He gets comfortable as Wren looks at Sly.
“Can the four of us squeeze in here? Maybe this was a bad idea.”
“We’ll fit,” I tell her as Pete grabs her by the waist and lifts her, settling her on top of him as I move to the center of the bed. Sly, seeing what we’re doing, moves around the bed to take the spot I was just in as Pete helps move her on top of me, so she’s lying on me, front to front.
“How’s this?” I ask as she gets comfortable, her legs sliding to either side of my hips. My cock perks up a little at her nearness, and I take a deep breath, internally encouraging him to stay cool.
“You make a comfy bed,” she says as she lifts her head, her beautiful blue eyes filled with happiness as she smiles at me. I grin, then let my hands gently run up and down her back. She wiggles a little against me, and my cock takes notice.
I give her a light tap on her right butt cheek. “Stop moving.”
She squeaks in surprise, her body jolting, only making her rub against me again. “Sorry, I was just trying—” She cuts herself off, and I know it’s because she can feel me growing hard against her.
“Ignore him.”
“That’s a little hard,” she murmurs, making Pete chuckle beside us.
“Is he torturing you, angel?” he asks, turning onto his side as he reaches up to trail his fingers down her cheek.
She nods her head against my chest, and I groan. “I’m trying to behave,” I grumble.
She tilts her head back up to look at me as she asks, “What if I don’t want you to behave?” My fingers grip her hips tightly as my eyes flick between hers, trying to read what she really means.
“Wren…” Sly says in warning, and she turns his way. “Be careful. You’re tempting the beast.”
Pete snorts, whispering, “I think he just called you a beast.” Instead of feeling insulted, my lips tug up in a smile.
“I’mherbeast,” I say confidently.
She rolls her hips against me again, almost as if she’s testing me, and this time I use my hands on her hips to help rub her against me. I fight back the groan that wants to escape. Even through my boxers and her panties, I can feel how warm she is.
“What do you want, Wren?” Sly asks as she looks at him.
“Humpback whale,” she whispers. I chuckle at the code word, but Sly shakes his head.
“No, that’s not enough. I want you to look at Dex and tell him what you want.” He pauses a moment before adding, “He’s not like me.”
She turns her head to me, looking nervous as she whispers, “I… I’m not sure.”
I tilt my head as I consider her. We know that she had sex with Sly yesterday, and I’m glad, it means I don’t have to be quite as gentle with her. I know he would have been extremely dominant with her. But I just want to make her happy, to bring her pleasure and make her moan and come apart beneath my touch. I don’t need to command her, but she’s still so new at this that she probably doesn’t even know what to ask for.
An idea comes to me, and I turn to Sly. “Tell us what to do.”
He frowns, and I nod, deciding this is a good idea. “Youlike being in charge, right?” He gives me a slow nod, and I continue. “Wren doesn’t know what to ask for yet, and I don’t want to hurt her or overwhelm her.”
I can see he likes the idea, as his eyes heat and his gaze trails down her body. “I think I can handle that. Are you okay with that, Wren?” She nods quickly, then his eyes move past us to Pete, who’s propped up on his elbow. “I have a plan, but it involves all three of you. Are you all okay with that?”
I glance at Pete, who grins, his eyes moving to Wren as he answers for us both. “Hell yeah.”
