Nate breaks the kiss and chuckles as I struggle to haul oxygen into my lungs. “Hot.”
Yeah, though I’ll have to relearn how to breathe. “I thought you said we were taking it slow.”
“Quit your whining. At least you got to come.” He shifts uncomfortably, his cock an iron bar at my back.
I laugh then, I can’t help it. “Need help with that?”
“Just… catch your breath, Kash.” He says it fondly, and I just stare at him.
I remember him kissing me before I was kidnapped, but that was one time, and now the boys are much more into it than before.
Not that I mind. They’re hot. I don’t mind playing with them, too. I love them. Sydney is the hub in our wheel, the heart of our group, but I wouldn’t mind trying more stuff with the guys. The thought of fucking them sends another curl of sweet arousal into my spent dick, and it starts hardening again.
But it’s not only my dick that’s spent. Sleep creeps up on me, as it does these days, and I’m sinking into darkness before I can hold on to that thought.
Time passes. Days. Nights.
My uncle has been sentenced to life behind bars. I should be celebrating. It’s hard, though. This whole mess has brought back the memories of the killings, so they’re fresh like open wounds in my mind.
The guys, though, are excited, and happy on my behalf. When they get back from work, they decide we need a fuckfest.
“A what?”
“Don’t go acting like a virgin choirboy,” Nate grumbles. “Fuckfest, my man. Loads of fucking. Fucking over and over. Endless fucking.”
I lick dry lips, torn between laughing and groaning. My dick is hardening so fast I’m dizzy. “Tonight?”
“The sooner the better.” Nate wags his brows. It’s ridiculous. He’s ridiculous.
Fuck, this is so hot.
“So are you in?”
“How could I not be in?” I ask, annoyed. I throw a cushion at him. “Were you thinking of doing this without me?”
He shakes his head, gives a dramatic sigh. “Dunno about your stamina right now, man.” He leans over me. “Though I see the stirrings of impressive interest…”
I pull on his arm and he topples on top of me. “Fuck you. Feel my impressive interest?”
“It’s poking me in the thigh,” Nate snickers. “Or are you packing a gun?”
I kiss him to shut that insolent mouth up, and fuck, it feels great.
I’m feeling more and more comfortable doing such things, knowing that they’re all into it, and that they also do it all the time. It’s okay to show affection, and lust, and get it on—in the kitchen, the bathroom, the living room, the bedroom. Although it’s all still tentative and exploratory, this is our home, our safe place, where we can be together in all the ways we want.
A
nd there are so many ways…
We end up in bed. Again. We keep ending up here, in what used to be Nate’s room. They changed the bed, bought a huge-ass one. It’s so fucking awesome.
Being home is wicked good.
And the view is amazing. I lie back, arms folded under my head, as Sydney kisses Nate, West behind her, lifting her hair and kissing her neck. Syd’s in her lacy panties and bra, her clothes shed a while ago, and I take my time taking in her curves, studying them, relearning them.
I used to think about her tits and ass when I was locked up in that basement—in the beginning, when I could still think, when I still had hope, before hunger, thirst and the fever made every day a blur. I used to think of her eyes, her lips. I thought of her hand in mine—and then also of West’s arm around me, of Nate’s mouth on me, and I’d howl and yell at my captors, feeling what I lost like a stab to my chest.
“Kash…”