Page 121 of Make Us Yours


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I hear him plop down on the bed, seconds before Noah sets me down beside Gabe, who now lies on his back with his arms up over his head. Noah climbs up the bed beside me, lying on his side with one hand draped lazily over my body.

“Best fucking sex of my life.” Gabe laughs breathlessly.

“Right with you on that one,” Noah says, smiling.

I want to agree with them, but no words leave my mouth. Almost like my mind and body are no longer connected together. My eyes are open, but I feel like I’m sleeping, like I’m dreaming. I hear them, but they sound distant. Even their touch feels numb, but not in a bad way.

Noah frowns when he notices all I’ve been doing for the last minute is staring at him without moving. “Kitten, you okay?”

“Umphm.”Wow, seems I can’t talk either.

Gabe laughs and rises to his elbows. “What was that, baby?”

“Nnnhg… sex.” I squeeze my eyes shut, shaking my head from side to side as I try to pull myself out of this strange yet heavenly subspace.

Noah chuckles. “I think we broke her again.”

Gabe leans in, cupping my face. “What is it, Vixen? You want more sex?” He smirks.

My eyes pop open faster than lightning striking the ground. “Noooooo… uh-uh. No. Nope. No more.”Finally, some real words.

“You sure? Because I could probably go again, just give me a few more minutes.” He lowers himself and grazes my nipple with his teeth.

“AHH! No!” His touch feels like a million needles poking through my skin with how sensitive my body is right now.

I push him off, rolling over Noah’s body and almost falling off the bed in an attempt to get away from Gabe. Noah catches me by the waist seconds before I slip past the edge.

“Woah there, Kitten. Don’t want you getting hurt.” He sets me back above him, my back to his chest.

Something pokes at the base of my spine, and my eyes widen. “What the hell? How are you hard again?? I just died!”

He chuckles as Gabe laughs harder. “Someone’s being dramatic.”

I glare his way.

“All right, up. Let’s clean you up, then bed. Unless you want that bath and more orgasms that we talked about?” Noah asks, pushing against my back until I’m sitting up above him.

“Oh, no. I am closed for business until tomorrow.” I shake my head.

“Tomorrow as in… when we wake up? Or tomorrow right now? You know, since it’s way past midnight.” Gabe winks.

I point my finger at him. “Don’t get smart with me, Pretty Boy.” He only laughs.

“Okay, come on, in the shower. You’re leaking all over me.” Noah grabs my waist and hoists me in the air just as Gabe gets off the bed and takes me from Noah’s outstretched hands.

It’s pretty funny how after sex, they like to pass me around like I’m a baby. They’d be great dads, no doubt about it.Oh… oh no! Where the hell did that come from!? No! No baby thoughts! Out! I banish you. Obliviate!

I wrap my legs around Gabe’s waist and look back over my shoulder at Noah, who stands from the bed, pools of cum leaking down his lower abdomen. “Oopsie.” I giggle nervously.

We step into the huge gray tiled shower, and Noah walks over to the control panel, turning on the rain shower above us. Warm water pours over our bodies, steaming up the room within seconds. There’s also jets along the walls aiming in every direction, but we rarely use those.

We’ve quickly gotten into a routine when it comes to shower time. Noah washes my body while I wash Gabe’s, then Gabe washes my hair while I wash Noah’s body. After that, the boys finish off with washing their own hair as I watch them with hungry eyes.

I like these moments with them, something we share every night that bonds us together. It’s intimate and sweet. The attention they give me makes me fall for them a little more every second we spend here. Sometimes we even go as far as having naked bubble fights that end with some steamy sex against the glass wall, or thefloor, or the bench. Really just anywhere. I love it all.

Once we’re all clean and dry, we get back into the room and climb into bed naked. Well, Noah and I do, but Gabe just stands off to the side looking despondent.

“Gabriel?” I know what’s coming, but I wish he wouldn’t.