Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 72990 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72990 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
I can’t even move to put some distance between us so I can unscramble my emotions. Slowly, Kain withdraws, but he stays braced over me, kissing my neck and my back, as attentive with the aftercare as he is with the fucking.
Blake’s chest is still heaving, but his fingers lace with mine.
Dalton takes my other hand, bringing it to his soft lips, his beard rough against my skin.
And I feel like I might break apart from the expanding balloon of my feelings that only get bigger with every second we spend entwined like this.
Group sex isn’t supposed to be loving. I’ve seen enough online to know. It’s supposed to be raw and a little violent. It’s supposed to make the woman feel subject to the desires of the men involved. But that’s not how this feels at all.
I close my eyes and try to focus on mundane things that will settle my heart, but memories of Blake, Kain, and Dalton swim into my vision. I recall a day our moms took us on a hike but didn’t bring any swim clothes. When we came across a lake, we all stripped off to our underwear, the boys in their Spiderman briefs and me in my pink butterfly panties. It was weird at first, but once we were in the water, we had so much fun. After, our moms dried us off with a spare sweater, and we went home commando, our wet underwear packed in the picnic basket.
Such a silly memory but laced with so much affection.
And that’s the problem. Whenever I think about these men, I struggle to unpick who they are today, and the deal we’ve made, with who they’ve been to me in the past.
They’ll always be those boys who looked after me like a sister.
And I’ll always be that girl who looked up to them.
Eventually, Kain rises, and I draw back from Blake, easing off his cock, which still feels hard. As I move, a strange sensation makes me look between my legs and then down at the condom. It’s torn, and whatever went inside me when Blake came is now leaking out of me. He notices my sudden intake of breath and then the state of the condom, and he shoots up into a seated position.
“Shit, Gabriella. Fuck.”
“What?” Dalton asks.
“The condom broke,” Blake admits, peeling it away from his cock, his actions jerky and rough.
“Fuck, Blake,” Kain snaps. “Didn’t you realize?”
“No, douchebag. If I did, don’t you think I would have said something?”
“It’s okay,” I say, hating to hear them speak to each other with anger. “I’m due my period in a couple of days. I’m sure it’s fine.”
“It’s not fine.” Kain stands and paces the room. “We don’t want to put you in this position. Not after what happened with Ellie.”
Blake mutters something under his breath and I put my hands between my legs, trying to catch the warm fluid. Knowing Blake came inside me makes me feel hot and aroused behind the slight panic. So weird.
“Gab knows that if something like that happened, we’d be there for her, though.” Dalton says it like it’s a well-known fact rather than something I’ve never considered. They’d be there for me in what way?
Blake touches my arm tentatively, his expression solemn and guilty. “Yeah, Gabriella. Of course we’d be there for you.”
“Be there to sort the problem?” I ask.
“Be there, period.” The firm tone in Kain’s voice takes me by surprise. Are they saying what I think they’re saying? Babies are not on my immediate agenda, but definitely exist in my future plans. I was shocked when Colby, Micky, and Seb were so supportive of Ellie keeping the baby. Men in their early twenties aren’t generally into child-rearing, especially when it’s unplanned.
“It’ll be fine,” I say, even as I say a silent prayer for my period to come on schedule.
“It will be,” Dalton says. “Whatever happens.”
As I start to rise, ready to put my clothes back on and return home to clean myself up, there’s a bang downstairs.
“I’m home,” Lukas’s voice bellows up the stairs.
“Fuck,” Blake hisses, jumping off the bed and scrambling for his clothes.
“He won’t come up here, will he?” I step off the bed and onto shaky legs. Between my legs, I feel wet and deliciously used.
“Maybe.” Dalton’s already half-dressed and so is Kain. “If he does, he’s going to wonder why we’re all in here together in the dark.”
Kain quickly flips the light switch and then dashes to the window and flings it open.
My panties are damp as soon as I pull them on, but I’m dressed again in record time. “What shall I do?”
“Closet,” Kain says.
Feeling ridiculous, like a kid in high school, I dash for the open door and pull it closed behind me. It’s dark and smells just like Kain and I breathe him in, trying to regulate my pounding heart.