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Mason’s hand squeezes my hip lightly again before he murmurs, “Try to sleep, Kintsukuroi. We’ve got you.”
And here, with my three guys, I’m able to let go of everything I don’t remember and everything I fear and find oblivion in sleep.
* * *
Hours later,I jolt awake, sucking in a desperate breath before letting out a wild cry as I launch myself to a sitting position.I’m in a bed. It’s not mine.My heart pounds so freaking fast, it feels like it’s preparing to take flight right out of my chest. Gasping for air, my eyelashes flutter.Where am I? Oh god. It’s happening again.
“Stella Bella. You’re safe.” Duke’s voice is rough as it grinds out my nickname, but his hand is gentle and soothing on my back. “You had a bad dream.”
I shift, throwing the sheet off before I turn around and kneel on the mattress to face them. Finally remembering where I am and why, I press my hands up to hot, embarrassed cheeks. “I— I thought—” Blowing out a hard breath, I take in their sleepy gazes—sleepy but wary. “When I woke up, I sat up so fast, I didn’t know where I was.” I clench my teeth tightly and shrug.
Bear twists in place, grunting a bit as he reaches across his body for a bottle of water on the nightstand. He wordlessly hands it to me.
“Thank you.” I twist off the cap and take a sip, swallow, then take a longer swig before I give it back. Bear also takes a drink before passing it along to Duke.
“Do you remember what you were dreaming about?” Mase’s head inclines toward me, and he looks up from under a sweep of dark lashes before accepting the water from Duke and downing the remainder.
Tucking my hair behind my ear, I take a few seconds to think. “No, I don’t think so. I jolted awake with my heart pounding, and that was it.” My forehead wrinkles as I make my best attempt at recalling what’d wrenched me from sleep, but all that’s there is a sick sense of dread and massive confusion. “Did I… say her name again?”
Duke extends a hand in my direction. His tongue slips out to wet his lips before he answers, like he’s trying to buy himself time. “Yes. But, come here. Put it out of your head.”
I’m powerless against what fills my head in dreams. My heart rate ratchets up, unable to keep myself from thinking about Juliette and the pact we made all those years ago. At his insistent tone, I shove it out of my head and crawl back between him and Bear, only this time, I face Duke. He gathers me to him, pulling me into a tight hug, much like the way he’d held me last night—only now he’s decidedly cautious about where he touches me and how. And while it feels good to be near him, to be with all of them like this, I’m not a fan of them treating me differently because of what happened. It makes me feel weird.
“What do you need from us, Lennon?” Bear asks, turning onto his side behind me. His hand brushes my hair back, sweeping it over my shoulder. “How can we help?”
I take a deep breath, unsure if they’ll understand. “I’m not made of glass.” I catch Bear’s eye over my shoulder as I seek out his hand, bring it under my shirt, and hold it between my breasts.
“Lennon, what are you doing?” he murmurs.
Duke glances at where I’ve placed Bear’s hand, then gently touches my face, as he looks into my eyes. “Lennon…?”
I nod, understanding the question in his eyes without him having to vocalize it. “I want to be touched. Things may have happened last night that I wish hadn’t… but the truth of the matter is I don’t remember. But I need to feel in control of my body.” Firmly, I finish, “I’m always in control ofme.”
Mason pushes up from where he’s been lying beside Duke and rubs his hand over his jaw, almost as if he’s collecting his thoughts. “Do you feel like this… this ugly fucking incident stripped you of authority over your own body?”
Biting my lip, I shake my head. “I won’t let it.”
His brow quirks as his gaze skims over my T-shirt and panty-covered body. “So, show us who’s in control, Kin. Right fucking now.” He reaches out, skimming his fingers up my legs with a devilish smirk on his full lips. I like how even in a serious situation, Mason does what he can to bring a bit of levity.
Leaving no question as to whether or not they, too, understand what I want, Bear palms my breast, fingertips grazing over my skin, and Duke leans in, sucking and licking my neck. Whether it’s in response to their ministrations or Mason’s demand about taking back my control, I don’t know, but I shift to my back and part my thighs. Mason’s brows shoot up, but his lips twitch with appreciation and approval. That itself sends a zing of pleasure to my core, but then he drags his knuckle over my pussy with only the lace of my underwear separating him from my bare skin. My panties dampen, and I’m keenly aware that he can feel it.
Each of them affects me in a different way and having them all at once is nothing I ever expected. The way Bear’s big hand cups my breast, his rough palm teasing my nipple into a hard point. The way Duke’s lips and tongue work over the delicate skin of my neck. And the way Mason stares hotly at my center, as if he’s imagining all the delicious things he’s going to do to my pussy. Everything they do brings me to an intense state of arousal and makes wetness gush between my thighs. My body is providing physical proof—despite the hell of last night—that I need and want them… and now Mason knows, too.
My cheeks heat. With my heart drumming a furious beat, I ponder…Is there something wrong with me for needing this right now?
“She’s drenching her panties. Keep doing what you’re doing.” Mason positions himself between my legs and bends at the waist, ghosting his lips over my inner thigh. He drags his mouth up, up, up until he reaches the fleshy part of my leg just south of the juncture of my thighs. Sucking lightly, he touches the pads of his fingers to the damp scrap of fabric covering my center. Like a heat-seeking missile, they shift upward, homing in on my clit. While he’s busy licking and kissing the mark he made on my thigh, he rubs circles around the little bundle of nerves that strains for his attention.
A moment later, Duke and Bear ease me out of the T-shirt I’d worn to bed, tugging it over my head. Once off, they glide their hands over my torso, stroking every part of me they can reach as my back arches off the bed from the bold way Mase is making me writhe with the touch of a few fingers.
Duke drags his tongue slowly—almost lazily—around and around my nipple, but when he pulls the puckered skin into his mouth, he surprises me, the gentleness gone as he sucks me into his warm, wet mouth and swirls his wicked tongue. It makes my heart stutter in my chest, especially when Bear joins in, his rough stubble scratching at the delicate skin and, in doing so, setting me on fire. I’m ablaze, so lost in their touch that it doesn’t register when Mason tugs my panties from me until his warm breath cascades over my center.
“Damn, Lennon. This pussy.” Mason inhales deeply before he ducks his head and eats me so voraciously, I don’t know whether I’m coming or going.Wait. Lies. Definitely coming.Duke and Bear don’t let up either; hands and mouths continue to roam as a sharp cry is ripped directly from my soul. My hips begin to buck as the orgasm slams through my body. All I can do is shake and moan, leaning into the blinding pleasure of it all, clamping my thighs over Mase’s ears, which makes him go at me even more vigorously. His tongue, holy fuck, his tongue. It’s flicking everywhere, thoroughly bathing my clenching pussy, touching every part of me. Even if I wanted to escape the feelings rioting within me, I couldn’t because Mase’s hands are hooked around my thighs, holding me open for him.
“Fucking hell,” Bear grunts, watching with avid interest the way I’m quaking. My breath leaves me in a long gust, and I wet my lips, staring into his eyes.
Mason sits up a moment later, and my gaze pivots to the satisfied smirk on his face. With my heart thudding, he crawls up my body, stopping only when his face is mere inches from mine. He lowers his head, taking my mouth in a carnal kiss that turns my limbs into something like hot wax, because I’m convinced I’m melting. All I can taste is the arousal these guys make me feel.
Mase sucks my bottom lip into his mouth, then lets it go with a wet pop. “Best breakfast ever.” He shoots me a wink right before Duke grabs him by the back of the neck and tugs him close.
