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I admit though, it was fucking tempting. Lying in bed all day with these three guys would be the perfect day.

"Another good reason to retire," Frost said. "We wouldn't have to bother calling in sick. We could just do whatever we wanted all day long."

"You'd be bored in a day or two," Storm told him. "Not of fucking, but not getting out out of the house and being active."

"This building has a gym," Frost pointed out. "We could have food delivered. I see no reason to leave." He stroked himself faster, in rhythm with Storm's hips. They were almost matching Dallas and I stroke for stroke; all of us getting faster, closer to coming.

"Let's talk about it later." Storm's face was strained with effort. Slick with sweat. I could tell by his breathing he was close.

"Is it okay if he comes in your ass?" I asked. I wanted to see that, but it was their choice. Frost in particular.

Storm's brow creased in a brief frown. "Yeah, can I?" He looked annoyed at himself that he hadn't thought to ask first. He'd let himself get lost in the moment and hadn't considered this all the way through.

"Yes, please," Frost said. "I want you to come inside me."

Storm groaned. "Fuck, yeah. Good boy."

Frost eyes widened. "I like that. Being called a good boy."

"You're a very good boy," I told him.

"Chelsea—" Apparently he did like it a lot, because as he said my name, he came, squirting pearly cum over his own fingers.

"Fuck." Storm was right behind him, coming deep and hard inside Frost's ass.

In unison, Dallas and I were right behind them. My pussy tightened around his cock as I came hard, stealing an orgasm from him at the same time. We cried out together, pushing each other harder, milking the bliss for every incredible moment. As if somehow this would be our last time coming together. Both shattering together into a thousand tiny pieces before coming back into our own bodies and sagging together.

"Wow, that was something else," Frost said when he could finally talk again. "I definitely want to do that again."

"You'll definitely be doing that again," Storm told him. "I'm going to wear out your ass and Chelsea's pussy. And both of your mouths."

"If you'll let me, I'll wear yours out too," Frost said, his voice low with uncertainty and a tinge of need. Scared Storm might say no. Hoping like hell he didn't.

"We can wear each other out," Storm said after a moment of hesitation.

He carefully pulled out of Frost and wrapped his arms around the other man, holding him close and speaking without words. He was falling head over heels for Frost, if he hadn't already.

I knew without doubt Frost felt the same way. I was happy for them. Both of them together were fucking adorable. I was honoured to be a part of their lives and family.

I hoped like hell they'd let the other guys in. Right now, I felt like I lived two lives: one with these guys, another with Atlas and Jay. I had a date with them tonight, but I'd have to find a chance for all of us to get together. For them to all get to know each other. One thing at a time.

Right now, the separation gave me a chance to get to know the other two with fewer interruptions and pressure. If we were lucky, and careful, we had plenty of time for more.

Chapter Nineteen

Chelsea

"Isthis where you tell me you won't say where we're going?" I stepped around a crack in the sidewalk and gave Atlas and Jay a curious look.

"I like surprises," Atlas said.

"I don't," Jay said. "Where are we going?" He stuck his jaw forward, and glared at Atlas. A hint of a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.

"Can you be patient for once?" Atlas asked. Impatiently.

"Nope," Jay replied.

"What he said," I agreed. In a loud, conspiratorial whisper I asked Jay, "Should we threaten to tickle him or something?"

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