Page 60 of Sold on Them

PTSD isn’t fun for anyone—not the person who has it, nor the people that love them. Having three of us dealing with it is hard. Parker has had the hardest time accepting that he has PTSD from the same night. After all, he wasn’t the one kidnapped and tortured, but he was the one who had to see the results and blamed himself. Even to this day, he has to work with his therapist on it. I swear Royce and Cormac are saints for putting up with the three of us, but that’s what you do for the people you love.

I pull off my clothes, smiling as I glance around the room. We’re still living in the house I grew up in, but we’ve made a lot of changes over the years. The first thing we did was expand the master bedroom and had a custom bed built. While the five of us managed in my bed, it really wasn’t big enough for four men who are stacked. I don’t take up much space, but they sure do.

It was hard at first to go through my parents’ things and decide what to do with them, but all four of my men were there for me every step of the way—just like they were when we went through my sisters' things. I kept some of their things—some of Lily’sartwork and Ember’s photographs that hang on our walls, some of my mom’s favorite dresses and jewelry that I wear when the mood suits, and my dad’s cufflinks and tie clip my mom gifted him for their first anniversary. The rest of their things, I donated eventually. It took about a year for me to be willing to part with any of it. It sat in the basement during that time, never forgotten but out of the way.

We redecorated the house together which helped with the sometimes crippling grief I felt from losing my family. We made it into our house—just like my parents would’ve wanted. We really don’t need a house this size, but it’s nice because we were able to add everything we wanted. Everyone has their own bedroom so if they want alone time they can have it, though we mostly sleep together in our room. There’s an office for each of us, plus a gym and theater. We also had a pool and hot tub put in the backyard.

It’s great because it means I don’t have to leave the house if I don’t want to. There’s always something for me to do here. Plus, four men I get to do whenever my heart desires.

I snicker at my thoughts as I pull on the lingerie before hurrying into the ensuite. We even expanded it so that we could all shower together without being crowded. Enough sinks for everyone to have their own if we’re all getting ready together and the massive whirlpool tub that can fit us plus another five people and we’d still have room.

Honestly, I love our bathroom. It might be my favorite room in the house.

I know I don’t have long enough to do full-face makeup or do anything intricate with my hair. I run a brush through my hair and call it done. I grab my eyeliner and mascara, putting it on quickly before calling it done. It’s all I have time for as I hear a car door slam outside.

Giving myself one last glance in the mirror, another smile pulls at my lips.

The last six years have been good to me. I’ve always been small, but I hated working out so I was softer than I am now. Living with four men obsessed with fitness means I don’t get to laze about. Especially not after I declared that I wanted to be a part of their business a mere month after the four of them moved in.

Damon had quit both of his jobs immediately and moved out of his apartment and into the house. The other three didn’t have a house anymore, and none of them wanted to leave so they didn’t. Damon immediately started training with them, and I didn’t like being excluded. Not only did I have skills they needed, but I needed to know I could take care of myself if anything like that ever happened again.

None of them had been happy about it, but after some grumbling, they agreed to train me. The one thing we all agreed on was that I would never participate in the actual mission. I could act as support, but I was never to set foot inside a job. It’s not like I wanted to. I don’t mind helping them find the terrible men they kill or finding the proof needed to be sure it’s a job we’re willing to take but the action of taking a life? It’s not for me.

Brushing my hair over my shoulder, I shake my head to pull myself from my thoughts before rushing from the room and down the stairs. I’m not even out of breath as I step into the kitchen to find Damon and Parker in matching black jockstraps reminiscent of what Damon wore to the auction. I grin, realizing we had the same idea. I love how we’re so often on the same wavelength. It’s probably because we’ve known each other for so long.

“Hot damn, Mac.” Damon lets out a low whistle. “If Royce and Cormac weren’t about to walk through the front door, I’d bendyou over this counter and let them find us like Royce did that night.”

Heat rushes through me, heavy and heady low in my belly. “Fuck, they would’ve loved that, too.”

“Too bad you told me to fuck off when I came in to get you an hour ago,” Parker says, his tone teasing.

“You can fuck off now, too.” I stick my tongue out at him before glancing around the kitchen. “Where’s the cake?”

“On the table,” Damon tells me as he stalks across the room and kisses the hell out of me. “Maybe we can still have them walk in on us.”

I spread my legs as he reaches between them to run his fingers over the damp lingerie covering my cunt. I’m already dripping for him, so I’m down with this plan.

Parker chuckles lowly. “If you’re doing this, I want her mouth around my cock while you fuck her up and down me.”

A whine spills from me as I nod. “Let’s do that. Quickly. I heard them outside. They’ll be walking in any second now.”

“Your wish is my command,” Damon growls, moving around behind me as he wraps a hand in my hair. Once he’s behind me, his hand runs over my ass before pushing aside the cloth covering my pussy.

Then his cock is there, rubbing along my center as he coated himself in my juices. He pushes on my lower back as he uses his grip on my hair to lower my head to where Parker’s weeping cock waits. I close my lips over the tip as Damon pushes into me from behind. The three of us moan together just as the front door opens and closes.

“We’re home,” Royce calls out, but none of us respond as Damon pulls out and thrusts back into me, hard and deep. He uses his thrust and the hand in my hair to guide me down Parker’s length.

I hear Royce and Cormac’s footsteps as Damon keeps up his punishing pace, pulling moans from both men as I hum around Parker’s dick. A fresh wave of desire rushes through me, knowing they’re going to walk in on us any moment now, catching us in the act.

“Fuck, Mac. You little exhibitionist. You’re getting wetter with every moment they’re moving closer,” Damon grunts out, his free hand sliding away from my hip so he can circle my clit.

Of course, I am. This isn’t the first time someone has walked in on me having sex with one of the others—or several of the others. It’s not even the first time it’s been planned, nor will it be the last.

“Well, well, well…” Royce drawls as he assumably steps into the kitchen since I can’t see anything beyond Parker. “What do we have here?”

Damon pinches my clit, and I come hard. I scream around Parker’s dick as my cunt spasms around Damon’s cock. Parker hisses, his hand tangling in my hair as he begins to fuck my face.

“Surprise,” Damon pants out, never slowing his movements as he continues to fuck me. “Happy birthday, Cor.”

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