Page 60 of Home to the Hollow

Holy Britney, queen of pop, with all of them inside of me, I’m so full I don’t know what to do with myself.

Closing my eyes, I focus on finding a pleasurable rhythm. My hands grip Teddy’s hips, helping him slide in and out as I lick, nibble, and yes, drool my way through, blowing him like a pro. Prez does the same to me, guiding me back and forth between him and my vet with expert hands. The fire doesn’t rise in my belly like it did last time when the doc slips two fingers down to pinch my clit. This time, I feel ice travel up my veins, and a darkness blooms in my chest.

“Embrace it, magpie. We have you. Let go again, and feel the weight lift from your mind,” Presley whispers.

My brain shuts off as I give in to the orgasm that rips through me, and though I know I’m going to pass out again, for the first time I can remember, I’m not scared that I’ll wake up alone and confused. The boys will be here to catch me. A chorus of shouts echoes as they find their own climaxes, and I see stars as I come again, and then… there’s nothing.

Wings

“Be careful with that, Seer!” I holler across the room. My friend is swishing around the now complete studio, delivering coffees from the diner to the crew of misfits working to get me ready for the grand opening.

Teddy is on a ladder with one leg hooked around the side as he uses his long limbs to hang the banner in the front window. He nearly gave me a heart attack four times today as he climbed around the room, and every time he strikes a dangerous pose, I feel panic grip my chest. Wolfie laughs from where he’s meticulously checking every piece of art hanging to ensure its level. The labels are correct, and the lighting is showcasing the work appropriately.

“Magpie, she’s nowhere near the art. Don’t worry; we all know the rules about drinks in the gallery,” Prez says, coming up behind me and rubbing my shoulders reassuringly.

“I know. I can’t help being nervous, though. This is a big event, and I know there will be people here who will actively work against me. It’s making me a little compulsive,” I reply, turning to steal a quick kiss.

After we set our boundaries and had mind-blowing sex, the four of us found a day-to-day routine that surprised the hell out of me. They almost never go home, which I thought would make me feel crowded, but with Seer camped out in her own place, it feels right.

Wolfie helped me move all the fabulous clothes belonging to my mom into the master bedroom closet, and they’ve taken over the one in the guest room. Luckily, it was also a walk-in, and they had everything from scrubs to suits stored in their sections. Again, I thought it would make me panic to see it, but I just smiled and threw my hands around the vet’s neck to kiss him breathlessly.

I don’t know where lone wolf Jolene went, but I guess when I woke up in my bed with three men snuggled against me and a corset biting into my ribs, she took an extended vacation.

Outside of ribbing my guys about abandoning their homes, I’ve accepted the routine of having breakfast together after our early morning run, parting ways to head to work, and meeting for dinner. We’re not always all together because of various appointments, practices, or commitments, but we fall into bed in my room when we arrive home. It’s comfortable, and just thinking about it makes my heart thump a little.

“Sugarplum, are you thinking about something naughty?” Wolfie says, sidling up to Prez and me with a grin. “Your cheeks are the most adorable shade of primrose I’ve ever seen.”

Wrinkling my nose, I swat him playfully. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

“La, la, la, la, la!” Seer shouts, handing Prez his chai tea and Wolfie his fruity pink drink. “Peanut, I know I’ve been part of the festivities in the past, but you’re going to burn me virgin eyes if you keep going!”

“Her eyes are the only thing virgin about her then,” Teddy mutters loudly enough that we can all hear him.

Seer’s expression shifts to glare and she turns on her heel and stomps over to the man monkeying around the window. “Aye, lad. It’d be true, but I doubt you want me to recount all the non-virgin things I’ve seen your precious Tilly do, eh? There was this one time, in Bangkok, where we decided to…”

“Enough, you demented leprechaun!” he growls, jumping down from the top of the ladder with the grace of a fucking panther. “Haven’t you reached your ‘Edgar torture’ quota for the day?”

My bestie cackles, putting her hands on her hips. “Never! I’ll never reach that quota, even if I live a million years!”

Teddy ignores her, striding over to swoop me into his arms and kiss the shit out of me. When he pulls away to allow us to breathe, I run my fingers through his hair with a soft smile. “She’s baiting you, silly man. Don’t let her get under your skin. The past is the past.”

He grumbles under his breath, and I hold my arm up, showcasing the ridiculously expensive jadeite and black opal cuff. They set the stones in a wide platinum band in a shape that looks like a snake winding its way around my wrist. It was a surprise gift the boys brought home two weeks ago, claiming it was our one-month anniversary.

After scolding them for not telling me, this was an important date—because when the hell had I ever kept someone this long—I ordered three matching bands for their Apple watches from a master jeweler I worked for.

“I know, Tilly. I’m an asshole at heart, though. I can’t help it.”

“You got that in one,” Presley says, lifting me out of his arms to spin me around. “When are the caterers coming to set up, magpie?”

I check my watch and sigh. “In two hours. Are you going to pick up the animals on your way home, Teddy?”

Wolfie laughs, shaking his head. “No, I am. Jekyll and Hyde won’t get in his car, even if Kali and Hecate try to push them in. It’s pretty funny to watch.”

“I don’t blame them. He drives like a maniac,” I grin, squealing when Teddy delivers a firm smack on my ass in retaliation.

“We reconvene here in two hours, dressed to kill. That’s the plan, aye, Peanut?” Seer asks.

I nod, looking at the boys. “Prez, if you could grab dinner, we can eat while we dress. Teddy, you can get the flowers from... WAP.” I frown, hating that name every time I say it. It doesn’t help that it’s owned by Dorothy Elizabeth Hale—the crusty old bat who gave birth to Jillian Marie Remington. Much like Zelda, she’s made it her mission to be shitty with me, although I gave her my business.

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