He means what he said, and it seems that’s exactly what my mind wants. The skin along my neck and face are heating at an uncomfortable rate as I try and remember how to swallow… or blink. Heat pools in my core and I press my thighs together hard, trying to curb the arousal taking me over.
This damn vagina is a hussy. This isnotthe time to be thinking about how I’d beg him to ravage me and how good it would feel.
Fearing my voice will betray me, I nod in agreement to go with them. My chest is still heaving, and I need to rein in my lust. These are mybest friends, they don’t think of our relationship like that. I can’t let my personal fantasies of them all wrapped around me, filling every one of my entrances, as we writhe in a haze of sweat and tension, occupy my thoughts. I’m misreading his actions, that’s all.
Smiles break out on each of their faces, and Max actually pumps his fist in the air at my acceptance. But the smile that takes over Zane’s face is dangerous. Hiseyes have a newfound twinkle, his lips curve to show a perfect grin, and I’m pretty sure I just flooded the room. I need to get them all out of here so I can sort myself out… and change my damn underwear.
The teenage boy who I fell head over heels for, is now this sexy as fuck man. One who is currently occupying my entire focus, and if they don’t take him out of here, I may just jump him like a dog in heat.
I remind my overly excited pussy and completely fried brain, that this is our friend. Who we onlyjustreconnected with after years apart. That he more than likely does not reciprocate the same emotions. Repeating the sentences to myself over and over like a chanted mantra of self-control.
“Okay,” I cough, faking a need to clear my throat and not show the crack in my voice. “I’ll come, but only for a couple days. I wasn’t kidding when I said I don’t want you caught up in my shit.”
“Mhmm,” is hummed through the room, although none of them are even remotely looking my way anymore. All sharing glances like they’re conspiring to rob a bank at dawn.
“You’ll need to let me gather everything and uh, freshen up first. Then I can return the key and meet you at your car. Twenty minutes at most.”
The upturn on all of their faces is something I missed seeing every day. The knowledge that a simple action like me not leaving right away, makes that much of a difference on their moods. I know I can’t push this past a few days, but for now, I’m just going to enjoy the time I have with my guys.
Ryder herds them all out of my room with a lot less push-back than I had been expecting, leaving me alone to my own thoughts. Still very dirty, sexualized thoughts. There’s no way I’m going to be able to make it the rest of the day as sexually pent-up as I am.
Closing the door behind them, I let out a shaky breath, before heading for the bathroom. A trail of clothes lines the floor like a perfect pathway as I run the tub and find my favorite soap. Slipping into the warm caress of the water, I lean my head back against the tile, needing only a couple of minutes to regain my thoughts and bring back my composure.
Thoughts of Zane flood my mind as soon as my eyes close. The way his body over-powered mine, the strength in his muscles, and how his eyes looked at me with an intensity I’ve never seen before. How Kade’s assertive dominance outside had me halting in place. His voice left no room for argument like it knew just how to make my body listen.
My hand rubs against the back of my neck, sliding its way down the front of my body and brushing against my breasts. My pert nipples get impossibly harder at the contact and my fingers move to roll and twist, relieving some of the pressure. The pain has already combined with my need, rolling into a wave of pleasure that washes across my body.
My other hand continues to slide down, working its way across my stomach and over the single lane of hair, before sliding into my slit. I move my leg, stretching one over the side of the tub to give myself more room and plunge my fingers inside myself. Curling them at just the angle I need. My back presses against the tile as I work myself over and dream of a different reality.
“Fuck,” I moan, the sound loud but hopefully combining with the sloshing of the water. “Mmm, fuck, yes!”
My orgasm is building, the pressure in my lower abdomen increasing with every movement. Using the heel of my hand, I push down on my clit, the thumb joint rolling circles against the strained bundle of nerves.
“Please, guys. I need more,” slips out, images of all four of my men taking me from all directions flooding my mind. Kade’s cock sliding down my throat as I swallow around him. His hand fisted in my hair controlling the momentum of my movements. Zane underneath me, thrusting into my dripping cunt with the pace of a race horse. His mouth savagely nips at my breasts as they bounce against his face. My arm braces against his chest as my hand works on Max and Ryder fills my ass.
Another deep moan leaves my body, my fingers retreating from my aching nipples and head directly to my clit. I need more of everything, more pressure, more speed. My orgasm is just on the horizon and I’m chasing after it, desperate for the release. The water is rocking against the sides of the tub, splashing over as my hand turns violent in its pace.
“Zane, Max, Ry, Kade. Yes, fuck yes!”
It hits like a bulldozer, my hands frantically taking me through the high and blood rushing past my ears, before my body slumps in pure ecstasy. My legs are still convulsing and my breathing labored while my heart tries to resume a normal pace. It’s been a long time since I’ve had to take care of myself, but I think that was still one of the best O’s I’ve had.
Chapter Fourteen
Ryder
The sun beats against my back, heating me up as I wait for Bear to gather her stuff. It feels warmer today, not in the way of the weather, but because she’s here, she’s back and it feelsright.
We shuffled outside, letting her do what she needed to be able to leave. I volunteered to stay at her door to help carry her stuff while the guys went to go “clean the SUV.” Code for Zane needs to clean up his energy drink cans, and I’m happy to be missing out on that fun.
As I lean against the railing in wait, I can’t help but shake my head. Thinking about where we are and how we got to this point. That Bear is back with us, right where she belongs after so many years away. We always had hope she would comehome. Sliding right back into the group like she never left. But as the years passed and there was still no sign of her, I started to wonder if it was truly just a dream.
The day Max saw her at the beach, a little fire sparked within me and I think, him, too. A flicker of hope that he was right, and she really was here among the people, right underneath our noses. Small at first, only growing in size when I had my sighting on the bus. Then it erupted, burning hot like an active volcano from deep within my soul. There is no way the two of us could be wrong, that both of us were seeing the exact same mirage of the girl that has haunted our dreams every night for a decade. By the time Zane’s sighting came around, I was already ass over tea kettle in love with the idea that our Bear was here, was home. Even without being able to touch her, I knew this was the second chance we had all been dreaming of.
My eyes drift over the door to her room, down the concrete pathway past the parking lot, and cars of the other occupants. The little voice inside my head cursing me out, knowing we could’ve missed this. If it wasn’t for Max that day, we might’ve actually given up, stopped searching. Stopped hoping.
Nine. It’s been nine years of relentless searching. Nine years of disappointment. Nine very long years since Addison Grant disappeared from our lives without a trace.
The emotional wear and tear is evident among my brothers and I, our bodies, exhausted, and our minds torn. We’re hitting the end of our rope and we all know it. We all feel it. Normally, we’d push on, but there’s something about hitting the decade mark that has me questioning everything this time.
