Page 18 of One Last Memory

Benji and Mason were dancing nearby, their movements loose and easy, Mason’s presence soon shifting behind me. His hands found my waist and I hitched a breath, caught between them. The attention was intoxicating, their closeness a heat that sank into my skin. I tensed, overwhelmed, and they paused, their hands stilling.

“You okay?” Mason asked, concern threading through his voice.

I nodded, swallowing hard. “Yeah, just… it’s a lot of attention.”

Angelo’s soft smile reassured me. “We got you, Bella.” He leaned in, his lips brushing mine in a kiss that started gentle but deepened, a slow burn that made me sigh into him. Hands roamed—his on my hips, Mason’s on my waist, Benji’s grazing my arm—and I melted into it, the music and their touch blurring the edges of the world.

Then Angelo stepped back, breaking the kiss with a grin that didn’t quite reach his eyes. He moved to his laptop, adjusting the track, and I froze, my stomach twisting. “Did I do something?” I asked.

Mason chuckled, his hands still on me. “He’s a bit more private with his attention. Don’t worry, though. I can tell he wants you. Might just need a little more motivation if you’re up for that.”

My face warmed, a flush creeping up my neck. I hummed, unsure but intrigued, as Mason pulled me back into the dance, his hands settling firmly on my waist. I felt him harden against my ass, a slow, deliberate press that sent a jolt through me. Benji sidled up beside me, his goofy grin disarming. “You good, Lee?”

I hummed again, words failing me, my eyes flicking to Angelo. He was watching us, heat in his gaze. “You’re goddamn temptation,” he purred, his voice rough with desire

Mason laughed, his breath warm against my ear. “Babe, it’s just us.”

I opened my mouth to respond, then realized he was talking to Angelo, not me. My cheeks burned at how caring these men were, checking in with both meandAngelo, determining our comfort before moving forward.

Angelo stepped back up to me, eyes darting to the door to make sure it was closed before his gaze fell on me. “You okay with this?” he asked, his eyes searching mine.

Benji chimed in. “If you need us to stop, just say the word.”

I tensed, the weight of their attention pressing against my insecurities, but Angelo cupped my face, his thumbs brushing my cheeks. “You are worth every bit of attention,” he murmured. “Every. Last. Bit, Bella.”

Then he kissed me and the world fell away. I melted against him, my hands clutching his shirt as the kiss deepened, stealing my breath. I didn’t know what this was, or where it was going, but in that moment, I didn’t care.

BENJI

Ileanedagainstthewall of the back lounge, watching Angelo and Bailee together. It was mesmerizing. I didn’t have the same pull toward Angelo that Mason did but there was something about watching Angelo go soft, all tender edges and careful touches. Back when we’d all dated that one woman, I’d loved seeing Angelo like this, his focus narrowing to her like she was the only thing in the universe.

Now, with Bailee, it was like history repeating itself, only better. She was glowing, her skin flushed under the dim lights, her eyes half-lidded as Angelo kissed her, and damn if she wasn’t the only thing I could see.

His kisses were a fucking art form, drawing these soft, needy sounds from her that hit me right in the chest. I watched, rooted to the spot, as his hands slid under her shirt, inching it up her torso with a reverence that made my throat tight. He pulled it off, the fabric whispering to the floor, and reattached his lips to hers, his tongue teasing the seam of her mouth. Bailee arched into him, her fingers tangling in his hair, and I swear I felt the air shift, thick with heat and want.

“Condoms?” He breathed against her lips. “That’s what we’re doing, right? That’s where this is going?”

A small giggle fell from her lips as she pulled back just enough. “I’m negative and i’ve only been with Mason recently. Is it wrong that I want to feel you?”

Angelo shook his head. “Only if it’s wrong for me to want the same. We’re all negative, tested two weeks ago and none of us have had anyone else in our bed. Well, I’ve been in Mason’s.”

That brought another giggle from Bailee as Angelo guided her back toward the lounge’s plush couch, his hands steady as he peeled away her shorts, then her panties, leaving her bare under his gaze. She didn’t shy away, just looked up at him with those wide, trusting eyes, and I couldn’t hang back anymore.

I crossed the room and leaned down to kiss her, my lips brushing hers as Angelo shed his shirt, then his jeans. Bailee was lost between us, her breath hitching as I deepened the kiss, tasting the whiskey and want on her tongue.

Mason was still by the wall, his hand palming himself through his pants, his eyes dark and hungry as Angelo’s last shred of clothing fell away. Angelo settled over her, his body a perfect line of muscle and intent, and his voice came out husky, rough with need. “Still okay?”

She nodded, her lips parted, and I kissed her again, swallowing the little moans she let out as Angelo slid into her. Her body arched, her nails digging into my arm, and I grinned, the sound of her pleasure like music. Then I heard a faint squirt of liquid and glanced over to see Mason, his cock out, lube in his open palm, his eyes locked on Angelo’s ass.

I’d watched Mason fuck Angelo a thousand times, each time hotter than the last, the way they moved together a fucking symphony. But this—Bailee, Angelo, Mason, all of us together—was new, and I wasn’t sure how she’d take it.

Her gaze flicked to Mason as well and I couldn’t tell if she thought the lube was for her or Angelo. I knelt beside the lounge, brushing her hair from her face, my fingers gentle against her flushed skin. Angelo slowed, his breath ragged, and looked down at her.

“Hey, Lee, that’s all for Angelo,” I purred, pressing a soft kiss on her cheek. “But we can work up to that if it’s something you want.”

Her face flushed deeper, a shy smile tugging at her lips, a chuckle falling from my lips. “Noted, baby girl.”

Mason stepped closer, leaning over Angelo’s back as he met Bailee’s gaze. “I’m gonna take Angelo’s ass while he drives into you, sweetheart. You good with that?”

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