To us.
My heart twists in a strange way inside my chest.
“Guys,” Mia calls out. “Ashton’s pouting and he needs a group hug.”
I roll my eyes at her. “I don’t need a group hug.” I kinda want one, though.
Drew is sturdy and reliable. He’s just there. Strong and brave. Fuck, I didn’t realize how much I leaned on his steady strength, but I do. I need it. All daddy jokes aside, he provides something to me that I desperately crave.
And Brayden? He’s like the dude bro best friend I never had. He’s fierce and loyal and an asshole who can be gentle when he needs to be. He’s loving and caring. A fuckin’ momma’s boy if I ever saw one. Kind and there. He’s just always there.
My Mia.
Sweet, darling, precious Mia.
The light in my dark world. The yin to my motherfucking yang. Cutest damn thing to walk the earth. She’s blunt and forward and courageous. Full of laughs and sweet as hell. I could run off a cliff and my girl would be fucking skydiving behind me, ready to grab hold of me and open her parachute before I splatter into nothingness.
I don’t deserve their friendship.
Their closeness.
Their goddamn love.
And yet…
The bed dips down as a big, strong hockey boy wraps around me, kissing my neck as he playfully tickles me. A growly coach cuddles my girl and searches my eyes to make sure I’m okay. Somehow, it doesn’t feel so horrible and wrong with them all here in this moment.
Like maybe… they get me.
A scary thought because I’ve been drifting through this world for so long misunderstood.
Three people out of seven billion seem to see inside me like no one ever has.
“MiMi,” I mutter, touching her red, pouty lips. I want to tell her I’m sorry for being so weak. No words come.
I watch the way Drew strokes her hair as he watches me with intense blue eyes. He teases his finger down her bare shoulder, dragging the blanket down.
“Where’s your shirt, sweetheart?” Drew asks, teasing the strap of her bra.
She smiles. “It’s Ashton’s fault.”
Bray laughs, his hot breath tickling my neck.
“How is it my fault?” I ask, arching a brow.
“You were practically naked first.” She shrugs. “I thought it was a naked slumber party.”
“I didn’t get the memo,” Drew says as he sits up to remove his shirt. “Did you, Bray?”
“Nope. They always leave us out of the good stuff,” Brayden says from behind me. The bed moves and then he’s crawling under the covers behind me.
My eyes close when his hard dick presses against my ass. We’re just in boxers. Too little between us. I’m too weak for this shit.
Needing my girl to ground me, I lean forward and capture her mouth with mine. She moans, sending curls of desire straight to my dick. A masculine hand rubs down my pectoral muscle and then Brayden pulls on my nipple ring. I groan in pleasure. His hand travels south and I don’t stop him. I can’t.
My breath hitches when his hand dips into my boxers, wrapping around my hard cock. I thrust against his grip, moaning into Mia’s mouth. The bed moves again as Drew walks off, but then he’s back, sliding under the covers with her. I’m trying desperately to focus on her lips, but Brayden is so fucking skilled with his hand. I don’t even fight him when he lets me go to pull my boxers off. When he curls back around me, he’s bare, his dick sandwiched between us.
Fuck.
“Feel this,” Mia moans, drawing my hand to her thighs. “Doesn’t it feel good?”
There’s a hand already there. Drew’s. His fingers are sliding through the lips of her pussy, making her mewl. I slide my finger inside of her with his, a partner with him as he fingers my girl. I’m so fucking hot over the fact we’re both fingering her that I nearly come from the sudden, slippery intrusion into my ass.
Brayden.
A slick finger probes my ass that hasn’t seen action since long before Mia and I hooked up for good. Precum leaks from my tip. I’m over-fucking-whelmed by these people. I pull my hand from Mia’s pussy, offering it to Brayden. His growl is ravenous as he sucks her from my finger.
Holy fuck.
“Oh God,” Mia cries out. “That feels good, Drew.”
She says his name, and rather than feel like a punch to the gut, it’s like a stroke down my spine. I turn my head, desperately needing to see Brayden’s face. His dark eyes are homed in on me, burning with desire. For me. For us.
Drew kicks the covers away. My girl is now fully naked and coming. It turns me the fuck on watching him bring her to orgasm with just his fingers.
“I’m going to fuck Mia,” Drew says, his eyes searing into mine and then darting to Brayden’s. “And you’re both going to watch.”