Page 29 of Reclaiming Kendall

Without breaking eye contact, I finagle the button loose on Grant's jeans and unzip them slow enough that it feels like all the men in the room are holding their breath waiting for it. One of Grant's hands fists in the blanket beside him as the other reaches for me but falls short when Lucas chooses this moment to slide his palms up my sides, taking my shirt with them. Before I can move my attention back to Grant, Lucas unsnaps my bra, and I let it fall to the floor. His hands are on my breasts within a second. He yanks me back against his body as his fingers work a pattern that has me moaning for him.

For a moment, there's nothing but the feel of him, and I forget I had another purpose here. When my head comes back up from where it's fallen against his chest, it's to find Grant and Teagan's eyes both on us. The latter winks at me as he keeps up with the movement of his hand. Grant has moved an arm behind his head to keep it propped up, giving him a better angle to watch us.

Now desperate to feel all of their skin against mine, I hook my fingers back in the top of Grant's jeans and yank them down past his hips until they're sitting around his ankles. If my body wasn't on fire, I'd take the time to actually pull off his boots and undress him properly. As it is, I'm past the point of caring. Especially as Lucas is having his own undressing party with the bottom half of me at the same time.

Closing what little bit of distance there is between me and Grant, I free him from his boxers and waste no time slipping the head of him between my lips. His moan is deep, and I feel it down to my bones.

Lucas takes advantage of my distraction and his hand steals between my legs, making it my turn to moan around Grant in my mouth, who weaves fingers through my hair almost as if he can't help himself.

I grind my ass back against Lucas letting him know exactly what I want, and he doesn't disappoint. He slides a finger then two inside of me to make sure I'm ready before replacing them with his cock.

With one quick thrust he's right where I wanted him. I let Grant go with a pop as the sensation steals my breath. They both guide me back to him before Lucas starts moving. He sets a pace for all of us, and I glance up to where Teagan is pumping with determination as he watches us through half-mast lids; that easy smile wiped clean off his face.

A couple more minutes, and he lets out a soft grunt. I trace the hard planes of his chest all the way down to where he's palming out the last of his release, and it's like a chain reaction. I feel myself clench down on Lucas before spasming around him. Trying to relax my throat, it's easy enough for me to sink down even further on Grant. His hips surge up in response as I start tasting the saltiness of him. Seconds later, Lucas slams into me twice before coming to a rest against my back. His head falls to my shoulder clearly not giving a shit he's mere inches away from where Grant's cock lays beside our faces.

We're all still trying to catch our breath when, of course, Teagan has to ask, "So, how's that leg feeling now, dude?"

Chuckles from both sides shake my body, making me giggle then groan as Lucas still hasn't pulled out of me. When he finally does, we both let out disappointed sighs. I'd stay just like this for the rest of the night if we could, but I've got a feeling we're going to need all the rest we can get for the next couple of days. Dealing with the fallout of what happened tonight won't be any easier on us than it is for Maverick.

Lucas tucks his hands underneath my arms and stands, pulling me up with him. I need to go to the bathroom, but first, I press a knee into the bed beside Grant and press my lips against his. When I'm back on my feet, I hold a finger up to Teagan letting him know I haven't forgotten about him.

It only takes a few minutes before I've done my business and am back in the bedroom crawling up the bed to him. Grant and Lucas have already claimed their spots, leaving a space big enough between them and Teagan for me.

That amused glint is back in his eyes, "God, sweets. Do you know how perfect you are?"

I press my lips against his before crashing down on my side facing him, "I don't know. Maybe you should tell me again."

His face lights up when he smiles, and the bed shakes when Lucas and Grant laugh behind me.

"I think we're spoiling you too much," he teases.

"Not hardly," Grant says, resting an arm against my hip as he presses against my back.

Teagan rolls from his back to his side to face me, bringing his thumb up to trace the top of my cheekbone, "You do how much I love you, right?"

"Now, that I do know," I admit. "Because, I love you more."

He shoots me another grin before kissing the tip of my nose and every other spot on my face he sees fit, all while convincing me not to worry about him. That I can make it up to him later.

I fall asleep to the feather-like tickles between him and Grant.

It must only be an hour or two later when a noise in the room wakes me up again. There's a Mav-shaped silhouette beside the little window seat. Thankfully, it's not far enough into the night where the guys are crowding me for space, so I'm able to slip out of bed easily enough without waking them up, too.

I'm sure Mav hears me shuffling around, but he doesn’t act like it. I wrap my arms around him from behind and rest my forehead against his naked back.

It's a minute or two before he says anything, "Will's parents weren't the best in the world. I mean, you know it's got to be bad if my mom has custody of him. He moved in the year before I met you. There are all kinds of damage there, and he was always so fucking mean. We couldn't stand to be around each other."

"That's why you never mentioned him," I suggest. He nods, and I have to ask the question burning on my tongue, "Was he part of the reason why you were so eager to get away from here?"

He shrugs, "It was part of it. Mostly it was just Mom and her bullshit. I fucking hated having you around that even while she was sane. It's why we don't go over there just to shoot the shit like we do with the Rowe's. I hate having any of you over there."

"It's not because you're ashamed, though, right?" I ask quietly.

This causes him to do an abrupt about face as his voice drops down into a growl, "I'll never be ashamed of loving you or sharing you with them. There's plenty of things in life to be ashamed of, but who you love should never ever be one of them. You are my wife, and they are my brothers. Simple as that."

I know I shouldn't crack a joke, but maybe Teagan is rubbing off on me too much, "So, you really are brother husbands."

In a move unlike him, Mav barks out a laugh and settles our foreheads against each other, "It took all I had not to punch that guy in the face earlier."

"I'm glad you didn't," I admit. "I'd be bailing all four of you out right now if you had. We've got better things to do with our time than waste it on people like that."

His eyebrow lifts as those navy-blue eyes turn dark, "Is that so?"

"Mmm hmm," I nod. "Want me to show you?"

He growls quietly, "I'd rather show you."

"Just what I hoped you'd say," I tell him, gently tugging him in the direction of the bed.

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