Chapter 60 Bella and Them
Chapter 60 Bella and Them
Bella
When we return to Theo's place, all four of us go upstairs.
We do not even talk about it, just like the guys did not have to speak before pulling me down onto the sofa with them at Victoria's house.
We really need to be together right now. Even though I am exhausted, I know I would not be able to sleep without all three of them.
Touching me.
Breathing the same air as me.
Every small movement serves as a reminder to me that they are still alive.
I take off my borrowed jeans and crawl into bed, and the men are right behind me, removing their shirts and pants and sliding in beside me. I end up sandwiched between Theo and Marcus, Ryland's hand entwined in my hair.
The heat from their bodies warms the space beneath the covers, forming a cocoon around me.
I believe I try to say something, but before the words can make the short journey from my brain to my mouth, I lose them.
The soft sound of the door opening draws my attention, and I do not fight the smile that spreads across my face.
I am not the least bit surprised.
And I know it is Marcus even before he gets into the shower with me, before I feel his arms wrap around me and hear his deep gravel voice.
"Could not sleep?" he inquires quietly.
"No, I could." My smile grows wider as I lean back against him. “I did. Best sleep I’ve gotten in a long time. I was gonna join you guys back in bed, I just wanted to get clean first.”
“Angel…” His voice drops a little lower, taking on a darkly teasing tone. His touch moves lower as well, with one large hand sliding down my belly to find the space between my legs. "Have not you realized by now that we enjoy seeing you dirty?"
I chuckle, but it turns into a groan as he slides a large finger inside me. He makes an echoing noise in his throat, pumping his finger slowly in and out of me while grinding his heel against my clit.
My head falls back against his shoulder, and my hand slides between us, feathering over his cock. He shifts his stance to allow me a little more access, which I take, wrapping my fingers around him and stroking him up and down.
Our movements are slow and leisurely. Lazy and unhurried. As if we’re not even trying to make each other come yet, just reveling in groping each other.
I tilt my head to the side a little as Marcus tilts his, and our lips find each other in a deep, wet kiss. My hips are rolling against the movement of Marcus’s hand, and when he adds a second finger inside me, I shiver. His cock is growing harder and thicker in my grip, and even though we weren’t trying to get each other off, I’m rapidly barreling toward the finish line.
My tongue spears into his mouth, mirroring the plunge of his fingers in my pussy, and I circle my hips a little, giving myself more friction against his hand.
“That’s it, angel,” he murmurs encouragingly. “Come for me.”
And I do.
Just because I can.
The orgasm rolls through me in a slow wave, making my whole body arch against his, and I deepen our kiss even more, sucking his tongue into my mouth as he draws out the last shuddering aftershocks of pleasure.
My clit is still pulsing with needy throbs as he withdraws his fingers, and I start to turn around, wanting to wrap my legs around him and feel him impale me on his cock.
But Marcus puts his hands on my shoulders, steering me toward the shower door instead. He shuts off the water, then guides me out onto the soft bathmat.
When I glance at him quizzically, he catches my chin in his hands, drawing me in for a deep kiss before looking down into my eyes.
The orgasm rolls through me in a slow wave, making my whole body arch against his, and I deepen our kiss even more, sucking his tongue into my mouth as he draws out the last shuddering aftershocks of pleasure.
My clit is still pulsing with needy throbs as he withdraws his fingers, and I start to turn around, wanting to wrap my legs around him and feel him impale me on his cock.
But Marcus puts his hands on my shoulders, steering me toward the shower door instead. He shuts off the water, then guides me out onto the soft bathmat.
When I glance at him quizzically, he catches my chin in his hands, drawing me in for a deep kiss before looking down into my eyes.
“I don’t want it to be just me and you tonight, angel,” he whispers. “I want it to be all of us.”
My stomach does a little flip, part happiness and part anticipation—and part overwhelming love.
I nod, emotion making my throat tight. “Me too.”
Marcus smiles, the boyish, slightly lopsided grin that surprised me the first time I saw it. Then he swoops me up into his arms, not even bothering to dry me off, and carries me back into the bedroom.
The other two men are still asleep on the bed, and I can see the gap that our absence left, the space between them where Marcus and I are meant to be.
He settles me onto the bed gently, laying me down between his two friends and then crawling up to hover over me.
For a second, we just stare at each other. Then I reach up to palm the back of Marcus’s neck, drawing him down to kiss me. There’s a little more urgency in it than there was in the shower, and I like how I can physically feel his need for me. I like how his cock brushes against my lower belly, and the way he squeezes my breast so hard it draws a gasp from my lips.
Theo stirs beside us at the sound, and I know the moment he fully wakes up because he lets out an appreciative groan. His hands are on my body a second later, sliding over to grasp my other breast, massaging it with his palm before pinching my nipple lightly.
A chuckle comes from my other side, and as Marcus dips his head to suck one nipple into his mouth, I look over to find Ryland gazing back at me.
“Good morning,” I murmur, my voice a little breathy and strained. The stimulation of my nipples is making my clit throb harder, another orgasm already threatening to make an appearance.
I am going to fuck all of them. And I was looking forward to every part of it.