29
Part of them
“You must be tired,” Barrett says. We’ve just arrived at their house, and he’s supporting my arm to help me balance as I toe off my shoes.
“Mentally, physically, and emotionally,” I say. “You had me in a panic tonight, declaring your love in front of your mom.”
“We’re sorry we took you by surprise,” Lennox says. “but we couldn’t wait, and we didn’t know when we’d get to see you again.”
“We wanted you to see that she’s supportive of our relationship,” Lincoln says, “but you’re right, we should have talked with you privately.”
“Keep calling us out, Caz,” Bronson says. “I meant it when I said we want to be the men you need.”
“You know I won’t have any problem calling you out,” I tell him with a laugh. “But you should do the same for me. I can be pretty stubborn too, among my other faults.”
“You’re perfect,” Bronson says, planting a sweet kiss on my lips.
“Just talk to us, Caz,” Barrett says. “If you’re ever bothered by something, promise you’ll tell us how you’re feeling.”
I nod as I stifle a yawn. “I will. I promise.”
“You don’t have to work tomorrow, do you?” Lincoln asks.
I shake my head. “No, but I do have a restaurant shift the day after Christmas.”
Lennox wraps his arms around me from behind, pulling me into a hug as I cross the living room floor. “You don’t have to work, you know.”
“We’d like to take care of you,” Lincoln says, joining the hug from my front, kissing my forehead as his twin nuzzles my neck.
“I know you would,” I say softly. “And maybe someday I’ll be okay with that, but for now, I’d like to keep working.”
Lennox murmurs agreement against my skin.
“I love you all and I want to be with you, but I’m going to need time to adjust after being on my own for so long.”
“Fair enough,” Bronson says, from somewhere behind me.
“Will you move in with us?” Lennox asks, giving me a gentle squeeze.
I nod. “I’d love to.”
“You make us so happy,” Barrett says, taking my hand and spinning me out of his brothers’ embrace.
“Me too,” I say, after he kisses me.
Bronson takes his turn next, pulling me into his arms, and leading me into an even more passionate kiss. “We love you, Caz, and we always will,” he says when we part.
“You too. All of you.” The other three men surround me, and my heart overflows. I turn between them, kissing each of them in turn as their hands roam my body, sliding under my clothing, unbuttoning, unhooking, until I’m naked in their arms.
“It’s the strangest thing,” I say with a grin, “I’m not tired at all anymore. In fact, I could stay up for hours.”
“It’s Christmas Eve,” Barrett says, grinning, “we have to be in bed before midnight.”
“Oh, we’ll be in bed,” Bronson says, “but we won’t be sleeping.”
With that exciting promise, he gathers me in his arms and carries me up the stairs, his brothers following closely behind.
Once inside the bedroom, Bronson lays me in the center of the bed and stands over me, his eyes surveying my bare body as he quickly disrobes. The other three men are doing the same, and soon all four are gloriously naked, their hard cocks making my pussy wet with anticipation.
“A week away from you was torture,” Bronson says. “I should warn you we might not be able to control ourselves tonight.”
Unable to wait a moment longer myself, I sit up and take his cock in my hand, sliding my palm along the underside of his smooth shaft. “I’m ready for everything you’ve got.”
I grin up at him as I bring his cock to my mouth, first licking the bulbous head and tasting the drops of precum there, before wrapping my lips around it and taking as much of him inside my mouth as I can.
“Oh, Caz, fuck.” Bronson groans, probably not expecting so much so soon.
I move onto all fours to reach him better and get a rhythm going, loving the taste of him as well as the intense look on his face as I suck his cock. He strokes my cheek and slides his fingers through my hair, making me feel our connection.
Barrett crawls onto the bed and positions himself behind me, sliding his big hands across my lower back and down the sides of my hips. When I arch my back, he dips his fingers into my folds. “You’re so wet, Caz.”
My mouth full of his twin’s cock, I can’t respond, but I think, Of course I am. I’m so turned on, it’s as if my every nerve ending has been activated.
Just the touch of Barrett’s hand on my hip excites me, and when he prods at my opening with the thick head of his cock, my pussy throbs in response. He slips an inch inside me and then retreats, continuing to rub the head against my center.