Not that he cares, as he groans and shoves himself as deep as he can get inside me as he floods me with his hot cum. There’s so much of it that I feel it gush from around his cock to drip down my thighs. Beneath me,Theo curses and groans into my neck, his hot breath fanning against my sensitive flesh. I shudder as he gently removes his finger, overstimulated by everything as the remnants of my orgasm linger.
“Bloody hell,” Alex says with a groan as he rubs my back. “Are you okay, sweetheart?” His cock is still twitching inside me.
I nod weakly, unable to do anything but stay there and float. I’m pretty sure there’s a stupid smile on my face.
With a grunt, Alex slides his still hard cock from my pussy. Cum and arousal bursts from me, causing both men to curse as some of it trickles onto Theo’s lap.
“Shit. Why is that so damn hot?” Alex mumbles to himself as he grabs my ass and pulls my cheeks apart, exposing me to him. A hand drips between my thighs and I whine as a finger pushes some of the mess back inside me.
“Alex. Go grab something to clean us up with,” Theo says, having removed his head from my neck. “You can play with her another time.”
The big guy huffs but doesn’t protest. A moment later, something cold and wet presses between my legs, causing me to jerk and yelp.
“Sorry, Ollie,” he says as he cleans the cum from my body.
The cold from the wet cloth, coupled with the cool air, causes me to shiver as goosebumps race across my skin.
“Let’s get you dressed,” Theo says once Alex finishes cleaning me.
With both of their help, I get dressed in warm clothing. My shivering finally stops, and once I’m able to stand on my own two feet, I rush to the toilet before diving back into the warmth of my sleeping bag. Alex and Theo soon follow after cleaning themselves up and cuddle up to me with contented sighs.
Cocooned in their warmth and the post-orgasm bliss keeping the horrors of the past twenty-four hours at bay, I fall asleep.
The Lady Doth Protest
Olivia
The next few daysare a blur of anxiety and fear-fuelled scrambling across the Welsh countryside.
The info Rhys got out of the Lodge guy means we’re travelling hard for most of the day, taking overgrown country roads and tracks that haven’t seen any human activity since the world fell. It’s gruelling and miserable, made even worse by off and on rainfall that makes the ground slick and muddy. By the time we’ve finished setting up camp, handing out guard rotas and anything else that needs doing for the night, we’re exhausted.
The only good that’s come from all of this is that all the tension that’s been brewing since the barn has evaporated. Peopleare quicker to help others, including Jerri and her group. I’m pretty sure Rhys almost died of shock the first time she rushed in to help him set up camp the other day without a single venomous word. At least not at him.
She’s still more than willing to put others in what she deems is their place, but it’s half-hearted compared to the caustic vitriol from before. I guess she’s finally learning how to manage her own stress and fear without lashing out at others.
Things between Rhys and me are better, but still awkward. Neither of us know how to act around one another, especially since we’ve recently established new boundaries.Friendlyboundaries. But even though a large part of me wants him as more than a friend, Rhys doesn’t. And since I’m in a relationship with his two best friends, it’s best I keep those thoughts locked down.
Even if I’m noticing just how much his shirts cling to his muscular chest or how his biceps bulge when he rakes a hand through his short hair. The way his luscious lips twist downward and his eyebrows draw together whenever he’s deep in thought. The ease with which he takes charge of any situation he finds himself in and helps anyone who needs it without complaint. And then there’s his intelligence and dry wit that only comes into play whenever he’s around people he likes and trusts.Including me…
Damn it! Ollie, focus!
I shake my head, causing my brother to glance over at me with a frown. It’s a familiar expression, one he’s been wearing ever since the relationship between me, Alex, and Theo became apparent. A few people in the group are uncomfortable with it—mostly the older ones—but everyone else has taken it in stride. Or just completely ignore it like Jerri and her friends do.
“You okay there, Liv?” Tobias asks as he moves closer to me so our conversation won’t be overheard by the people walking around us.
“Of course she’s okay. She has three men panting after her,” a new voice says on my other side before I can speak. “Lucky bitch.”
“Fuck off, Rachel,” Tobias says with an exasperated sigh.
I glance over at the woman in question to see her grinning at me. “Am I wrong?”
“It’s two, not three,” I correct as I reach up and stroke Ketchup’s silky feathers with the back of my fingers. The magpie coos and leans into my touch.
Rachel’s smile widens until it almost looks manic. “Sure,” she says, her voice thick with sarcasm. “Twomen. We’re totally going to ignore the way you eye-fuck Rhys.”
Tobias chokes on my other side. “Rachel! What the fuck?”
“Or that he eye-fucks you back,” she continues, ignoring Tobias’s outburst.
