“You okay?” he asks, brushing my hair away from my face.
“Mmhmm,” I hum against his chest, my eyes drifting closed as I try to regulate my breathing.
“No words?” Kane asks.
“You fucked them out of my brain,” I mumble.
Laughter behind me makes reality slowly start to trickle back into my brain.Linc. Wyatt.
I didn’t forget they were here. The orgasm just made it nearly impossible to process anything other than what was happening between Kane and me.
“I don’t think I can keep you all to myself,” Kane says quietly.
My eyes peek open to look at him.Is he second-guessing all of this? Is he not okay with sharing anymore?
A pang of worry slices through me, but the gentle look on his face settles it to some degree.
His fingers trail down the side of my face. “I’m not backing out. I just don’t like letting you go.”
I appreciate his honesty, but it sends another wave of anxiety through me.How the fuck are we all going to walk away from tonight untethered from one another?
Honesty seems to be the motto tonight. “I don’t like letting you go either,” I say.
His lips gently press against mine. My eyes stay locked on his as I slowly climb off him.
Both Wyatt and Linc are there to help me peel myself away from Kane. Wyatt holds me in his arms at the foot of the bed, while Linc uses a cloth to get me cleaned up.
Sometime during everything with Kane, Wyatt and Linc stripped down to their boxers. Wyatt’s chest feels almost icy against my back, which is still hot and sweaty.
“Are you ready to go to sleep?” Wyatt asks.
My head snaps to look at him.What? No. That’s it? That’s all I get? I don’t get to be with Linc or Wyatt?My heart pounds wildly as my thoughts swirl with abandon.
Wyatt must see my panicked expression because he’s quick to calm my racing mind. “I just mean that we don’t have to do anything else. I want to do more, but I would also be okay holding you all night while you sleep.”
My errant thoughts screech to a halt. Wyatt might be chaotic in his own right, but he has a way of calming me when I really need it.
I might be wrung out and relaxed after two mind-altering orgasms, but I’m not done. “Can we do both?”
That wicked smirk is back. “Fuck yes. We can.” He smacks a kiss onto my cheek and then moves me onto all fours.
Linc moves over to stand right in front of me on the side of the bed. With a finger under my chin, he tilts my head up. “Good?”
I nod against his hand. I am good. I might feel differently tomorrow, but for right now, I’m good.
Wyatt leans over me, trailing kisses down my spine. Each one makes me shiver in anticipation.
Using one hand to support myself on the bed, I hook the other into the waistband of his boxers. Linc takes mercy on me, helping to guide the other side down his muscular thighs. His cock bobs free, and I’m frozen in shock.
“Your dick is pierced,” I say at way too loud a volume for how close we all are.
Wyatt snorts against the middle of my back. Kane chuckles to himself from where he’s propped up at the head of the bed again.
Linc kicks his boxers to the side and grips the base of his dick. My eyes are locked on the silver jewelry decorating the underside of his crown that’s already dripping with pre-come.
He gives himself a slow, leisurely stroke. His thumb grazes over the piercing.
“Scared?” Wyatt asks.
