Once Howie is settledand taking a nap, Sophia starts preparing an early dinner for all of us. She tells us to leave her alone for the next two hours, so we head over to the guys’ side of the house.
Xander walks to the truck and soon jogs back to catch up with us, with me holding the door open for him.
He’s carrying four large plastic bags. “Did you buy something for yourself too?” I ask with a smile, slowly getting that this guy is into shopping. “It was really nice of you to buy Howie stuff. Thank you.”
“Nope, not for me,” he just retorts, heading upstairs, piquing my curiosity.
I glance at Clay, who is already grinning at me. So, I follow Xander, with Clay and Joshua trailing behind. The door to the guest room is open, and Xander is inside, emptying the contents of the bags onto my bed.
“What are you doing?” I ask as I enter the room.
“You need some girly shit,” he comments, taking the last bag into the en suite bathroom.
I watch as he places shampoos in the shower and arranges pads, tampons, razors, and other stuff in the drawer beneath the sink.
“Because I’m such a girly girl?” I quip, folding my arms.
Joshua comes up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist. “No, because you deserve to feel at home with us, and we wanted to pamper you.”
Clay takes the plush, soft-looking black blanket from the pile and drapes it over the bed’s end. I reach down to touch it, and it’s as soft as it looks.
“Pretty, right?” Clay asks, smiling.
I bite my lips but nod.
It is very pretty.
“What else did you guys get?” I ask, leaning in to get a better look.
I notice Xander and Clay exchanging a knowing smirk.
“We got warm plush socks in dark red and black, one of those oversized hoodies that’s as fluffy as a blanket with black cats on it, a black tumbler for your water, and some caramel and apple-scented candles,” Clay lists, sitting down on my bed, pulling Karen onto his lap.
“You shouldn’t have—” I start, but Xander comes over and grabs my chin while Joshua is still holding me.
“We’ll buy more for you soon. I wanted to get makeup, but we were completely lost in that aisle. We’ll bring Chiara next time. And we thought about clothes, but Josh suggested we take you shopping to make sure you like what we pick. We compromised and bought you stuff to make you feel at home and cozy. Because that is what it should feel like. This is your home now, pumpkin.”
Tears form in my eyes. “Thank you,” I whisper, and Xander leans down, giving me a quick peck on the lips.
“So, the only thing left to settle for living together is the having-fun part,” Clay clarifies, setting Karen gently on the bed again before standing.
“What fun part?” I ask, looking from one to the other, and Joshua sighs behind me.
“You slept in our bed the other night. Was it bad, Josh?” Xander asks.
“No,” he states, kissing my head.
“I heard Clay taught Carolina some interesting things a week ago,” Xander says with a knowing smile. “How about we start with that? We take our cocks out, Clay can suck mine, Carolina gets you off, and if you hate it, we don’t even have to talk about going any further. We can settle this now. Try it once so we know everyone’s boundaries and limits, then go from there.”
“You down, Joshy?” Clay smirks, and I widen my eyes in anticipation.
Joshua lets go of me and comes to stand beside Xander, looking from him to Clay and then me. “Fuck it. Yes, I’m down.”
Clay stands beside me and pulls me into a kiss before whispering, “Just like I showed you. Follow my lead.” He kneels in front of Xander, and I kneel in front of Joshua. He unzips Xander’s pants, so I pull down Joshua’s sweatpants with a little help from him. Both are already hard. “Lick your palm,” Clay says, and I do as I’m told. “Stroke him. Start off soft and then gradually increase,” he instructs, and we both begin stroking their cocks. Joshua looks down at me intently, his gaze piercing. “Now, lick up his cock from the base to the tip,” Clay directs, and I do just that, keeping my gaze locked with Joshua’s. “Take him in your mouth and bob your head up and down like I showed you.”
“Fuck,” Joshua breathes out, letting his head fall back as I start to suck him.
“Yes, roll your tongue, kitten,” Clay encourages.
