Chapter Eight
Pops sat down in the chair watching as Billy moved onto the bed. They would all take their turns, and when she had enough, they’d stopped. Billy didn’t slide inside her. He stroked her body, getting her to respond.
“Are you okay?” Gavin asked.
“Yeah, I’m good.”
“You told her you loved her.”
“I do.”
“We all do.”
“Well let’s hope this is the first night of the rest of our lives.”
Pops watched as Billy took his time, awakening her body once again before making love to her.
The connection was there with Billy as it was with him. This was more than he could have ever hoped for. As Billy drove her toward another climax, he joined her, and Pops heard the same sounds of love that he’d spilled.
Pops just couldn’t keep them in anymore. He loved her, and he wanted the world to know how much he loved her. Marshall took Billy’s place, and he watched as Rosie opened up, accepting them all. He saw the worry be replaced by love, and the hesitation taken over by acceptance.
As each of them took their turn, making love to her, Pops felt the tightness in the chest start to ease. He hadn’t realized how fucking nervous he was until that moment.
The love he felt consumed him, and he wanted this feeling to last.
Ethan and Gavin took their turns, and Pops left as they took care of her. He made his way toward the kitchen, and put together some sandwiches for all of them. He was the oldest of all of the men, and he felt it a duty to make sure he did everything right.
Billy came to the kitchen. “You okay, boss?”
“Yeah, I’m fine.”
“We all love her. We know how important this is for all of us, and for you.”
Pops looked over at his friend. “Why aren’t you with her?”
“They’re all taking care of her, lavishing her with attention and love, showing her that we don’t judge. We all want her. I figured I’d come and see how you’re holding up. I know you like to put a brave face on it. You don’t need to.”
He sighed. “We’re so close.”
“Yes. Some women can’t see past this being a good time. We’re going to show her differently,” Billy said.
“I just, I don’t know what I’d do without her. Being with her, inside her, it makes it harder to deny my feelings for her. For five years I’ve kept my distance, hoping that these feelings would fade, and yet they never do. They get stronger.”
Pops finished assembling the sandwiches, and finally, he was composed and ready for the day. “Let’s go back up to our woman.”
Following behind Billy, he found Rosie lying in the bed with the men surrounding her.
“I can brush my own hair,” she said, giggling.
The moment he entered the room, she turned toward him. Her smile was practically glowing, but he also saw the slight edge of fear.
“Hey,” she said.
“Hey, baby. So, I left the party a little early because I thought food would be good.” He put the plate on the edge, and took a seat.
“Are you sure that’s the only reason you left?”
“What other reason is there?” he asked.