Page 153 of Lost Paradise

Suddenly, I’m backed up against the closet door, my arms pushed up above my head. Jack’s thumb strokes my cheekbones, his eyes darting across my face, his deep blue eyes suddenly darken as they lock with mine. He slowly closes the distance between us, his lips gently against mine, our breath mingling.

He samples my top lip before pulling it between his and giving it a gentle tug. His tongue stud grazes against my skin. He pushes up against me, holding my face in his inked hand, and tastes me like I’m something he’s been craving for a long time.

Jack goes from slow and languid to hot and hungry. I melt into him as he completely takes over and controls thiskiss. He’s demanding, and I’m more than happy to let him lead. His tongue tangles with mine, the round metal hitting every one of my nerve endings in the most erotic way. He slides his hand to the nape of my neck, his fingers grip my hair.

Jack pulls me off the wall and holds me in the middle of the room without removing his mouth from me.

I’m so drawn into what Jack’s doing to me that I almost jolt when I feel a second pair of hands around my waist, unfastening my denim cutoffs.

“Bloody hell, mate, you got our girl soaked,” Astro says as he slides his hand down my panties, pushing them down together with my shorts.

“You feeling a little horny, baby?” Astro whispers hotly into my ear. He’s not waiting for my reply as his hand dips in and takes what I crave to give.

“Yes,” I breathe into Jack’s mouth and groan when I feel Astro curling his hand around to my front and pushing through my folds.

Jack frees my lips and kisses my neck before he drops to his knees to nudge my legs open and kisses my inner thigh and then the other.

I feel Astro free my pussy and take hold of my chin, pushing my head to turn over my shoulder where my lips meet his. Our tongues find one another, and the kiss carries so much passion, so much intensity, that I feel as though I might melt on the spot.

It doesn’t help that gothic boy is eating me out like I might be his last meal. He’s licking, sucking, and nibbling, and when he inserts his finger inside me, my nerves light up like fireworks on the Fourth of July.

Jack pulls out, then slides his finger back in, and Astro counters with his tongue as if they choreographed this. And just like that, the rocket launches and flies me to the stars as I scream out my orgasm.

“Fuck. No more,” I breathe as my knees give out, and Astro catches me, holding me tight.

“Got you, Princess,” he murmurs.

Jack gets up, and Astro hands me to him, pulling my clothes back up and giving my ass a playful slap.

“That is how you greet me when you come home,” Jack says, holding me tight against him and lifting my chin to face him. “Got it?”

I nod, still panting. My brain turned to mush.

Astro kisses my shoulder and grabs the gifts left forgotten on the floor next to the closet. The three of us head back out, and I remember the tray in the kitchen.

“Let me sort it out, Wildcat,” Jack says, seeing my eyes wander to it. “You go and enjoy the night with birthday boy. He’s probably panting like a green monster after hearing you scream like you did.”

“Maybe, but he gets his fair share when we’re alone at the bar.”

Astro and Jack exchange glances with a sudden realization.

“No wonder the knobhead was so eager to open this bar business with you.”

“So are you saying this happens on a regular basis?”

I think both men have developed a case of the green-eyed monster themselves. Rather than reply, I give them each an amused smirk and walk out, giving my hips an extra swing, feeling the burn of their desire bore on my back.

As I step onto the patio, the warm night air wraps around me like a comforting embrace. The soft glow of string lights casts a golden hue over the scene, and the murmur of conversations blends with the occasional burst of laughter. Byron, deep in discussion with Zane and Foster, opens his arm for me without missing a beat. I slide into the space beside him like I was always meant to be there.

Astro and Jack join us at the table, their faces lit up with genuine smiles. Plates are passed around, and the aroma of our meal mingles with the scent of blooming night flowers and fresh ocean. The clinking of glasses and the hum of cheerful chatter create a symphony of contentment. I take a moment to absorb it all, feeling the deep satisfaction of having built this life, this family.

Astro catches my eye and winks, lifting his glass in a silent toast. Jack leans over to whisper something to him, and they both chuckle, a private joke just for them. Byron's hand rests around my waist, his touch grounding me in this perfect moment. Zane and Foster, animated in their debate, gesture with their forks, passion evident in their expressions.

Foster catches my eye and smiles, a playful sparkle in his gaze that sends a warm thrill through me. Zane, sitting on my other side, lets his leg slide against mine under the table. His hand rests on my inner thigh, a natural possessive gesture that makes my heart race. The way he touches me as if it's the most normal thing in the world, fills me with a deep sense of being loved and wanted.

I look around the table, my heart swelling with gratitude. This eclectic group, each person unique and irreplaceable, has become my family. We've carved out a little haven of love and laughter, a sanctuary from the outside world.

As the evening progresses, stories are shared, and memories are made. I find myself laughing more than I have in years, my cheeks aching from the constant smile. The void that once seemed insurmountable is now filled with warmth, joy, and a sense of purpose.

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