Four Fun (Four)

“That’s the thing,” I say. “I don’t want to cause any problems between you. That’s one of my fears.”

“What else are you afraid of?” Marcos asks. He doesn’t speak often, but when he does, he usually cuts right to the point.

“I’m afraid of hurting your friendship, as I said, and I worry that I’ll screw things up between all of us. I have no idea how to be in a relationship —” I look for their reaction to that loaded word, but none of them flinch or frown. “It scares me to think about living with you, but the thought of not being with you is even worse.”

“Are you worried that we’ll try to control you?” Shane asks.

I shrug. “I don’t think so. Not at the moment, anyway. I know you wouldn’t intentionally hurt me.”

He nods. “You’re right. We never would.”

“Maybe we do need some rules,” Devin says. “Becca, would you agree to keep sharing your feelings with us? If something doesn’t feel right, will you tell us so we can talk it out?”

I bob my head in agreement. “Yeah. And can you all be patient with me? I’ll do my best to trust you and not expect bad things to happen.”

“We’ll show you that life doesn’t need to be like what you saw growing up,” Shane says. “We’ll work to make you feel respected every day.”

My chest feels like it’s glowing with the warmth that’s spreading there.

“It took a lot of strength to come here and say what you’ve said,” Khalil says. “I love that you’re so brave.”

“Are you saying you loooove me?” I tease back.

Khalil stands up and holds out his hand, pulling me close when I rise and take it. “I’m saying I could definitely fall in love with you. The floor feels really slippery right now,” he says, his arm sliding around my waist.

When I give him a confused look, he says, “The floor is slippery … so I might fall? Fall in love?”

“Not your best joke, but A for effort,” Shane says, laughing.

“Will you move back in?” Devin asks, as Khalil nuzzles my neck, making my head a bit fuzzy.

“I’d like to. I need to make sure my sister would be okay. I don’t want to leave her when she’s just moved out of our mother’s house.”

Khalil’s mouth makes its way to my lips, and I melt at the contact. I’ve missed him so much. All of them. After he kisses me, he turns me toward the others.

“We want you here whenever it works for you,” Shane says. “In the meantime, maybe we can take you out on dates.”

“I love the sound of that.” I’m grinning so wide, it almost hurts.

Shane pulls me into his arms and buries his nose in my hair, right above my ear. “I’ve been falling for you ever since you whistled at me,” he says in a low voice that sends shivers along my shine.

Heat radiates from everywhere he’s touching me, and when he kisses me, I’m flooded with happiness.

Next, I’m in Devin’s embrace, and little-by-little, my world is starting to make sense again. “The other guys might not admit it, but we’ve all been wandering around this house lost without you,” he says.

“I know the feeling.”

“So glad you’re back, Becca.” His soft lips claim mine and his hands stroke my back, and I don’t know how I’ve managed to stay away.

Lastly, there’s Marcos, who always leaves me a little off balance, but today he holds me so tightly that I feel completely secure. “You belong with us, Becca,” he tells me, his eyes fixed to mine, and it’s a good thing he has a firm hold on me, because my knees go weak at the intensity in his gaze. He kisses me with an equal amount of fire, leaving me convinced that the best thing I’ve ever done in my life was come over here tonight and force myself to be honest and vulnerable.

When I turn away from Marcos, I notice the table. “Oh, no one’s eaten any cake.”

“It looks delicious,” Shane says, “but there’s only one thing I want right now, and it’s not cake.”

58

All of you

He scoops me up in his arms and I wrap my arms and legs around him, my pussy instantly wet as his hand squeezes my bottom. I cling to him as he pushes the dessert plates to the side, clearing space to lay me on the table.

He pulls my shirt over my head, his mouth claiming my shoulder, my neck, my breast. As he takes off my pants, Devin and Khalil lean in from both sides of the table, removing my bra and staking their own claims.

When Shane has my panties off, he tugs on my ankles, sliding my hips to the edge of the table where he kneels between my legs. The table is hard against my back and not the most comfortable place to lie, but I’ll happily stay here all night.