Page 61 of Take Me Slowly: part 2
No matter what Connor's father said, we were in this for the long haul.
Josiah was next to come, pulling himself out of Brooks' mouth just in time to spill himself over my stepbrother's cheek and shoulder instead. For a moment, I thought Brooks would be mad, but he looked even more turned on than ever. He almost shoved Connor and Riley out of the way in a hurry to sink balls deep into me. Cum still dripping from him, he slammed into me over and over again before coming loudly and spilling himself into me.
He flopped down over me, then rolled onto his back beside me.
"Are you okay?" Josiah sat down beside me and pushed off his mask.
"Perfect," I said. "You guys always give me the best time." Getting naked with them was top of my list of favourite things to do. Everything else was a distant second and beyond.
He nodded, looking relieved. "I'm going to run the bath for you." Without another word, he slipped out of the room and I heard the water running.
"You need anything else?" Riley took off his own mask. "Tea? Heat packs? The heads of your enemies?" He looked very eagerto deliver on that last suggestion. At least, joke about it. I didn't think it was something he'd ever actually act on. Right?
"Have you been reading mafia fiction again?" I teased. Yeah, I'd read that one myself. About the singer who had seven mafia boyfriends, one of which liked to send her presents. He was sweet, in a twisted, fucked up kind of way.
"It's good inspiration." He grinned. "You know there's nothing we wouldn't do for you."
"I do know," I said, tracing a line down his cheek with my finger. "There's nothing I wouldn't do for any of you either. But I don't need the heads of my enemies." I'd like to think I didn't have any enemies in the first place. What would I do with their heads anyway? They might make interesting sculptures, but that was a bit gory. Not to mention highly illegal.
"Let's get her into the bath," Connor said. "She's going to need cleaning up before we start all over again." When I gave him a look, he pushed off his mask and smiled. "It's Halloween. We're going to trick and treat all night long."
"Especially treat," Riley said. "And eating sweet things like her pussy, and your cock."
"Exactly." Connor nodded. He grabbed my arm and pulled me over to the end of the bed before scooping me up in his arms.
"If you're not careful, I'll forget how to walk," I said.
"When we are finished with you, you won't be able to walk." Connor carried me into the bathroom. Lowering me into the bath was becoming a ritual with us, but I wasn't complaining.
Having four boyfriends was bliss.
25
LEAH
"Did somebody say party?"Fiona stepped through the open door, into my house. In her hands, she carried a plate of cheese and crackers.
"Looks like the whole gang is here," Whitney said from where she sat on the couch. "There's nothing like a birthday to bring everyone together. Although, the Wilsons' gender reveal was pretty wild."
"I told you, you don't need to make a fuss over me." I shook my head at them. After a beat I added, "Wait, is there something you want to share with the rest of us?"
"Yeah, Whit, out with it," Connor said. He and Riley were in the kitchen, putting the finishing touches on lunch. "Who knocked you up?"
Whitney scoffed. "No one, that's who. I was just making a comparison, smart ass."
He flashed her a quick smirk before turning back to slicing sourdough bread.
"Hey, happy birthday!" Fiona gave me a one-armed hug before placing the plate down on the table.
I hugged her back. "Thank you."
"Can you believe she wasn't going to tell anyone?" Riley asked, shaking a piece of cheese in my direction.
"It's really not a big deal," I muttered. "I'm just another year older, that's all."
"Our woman's birthday is a huge deal," Connor said. "You deserve a bigger party than this." At short notice, they managed Sunday afternoon lunch, leaving Seth and Charlie in charge of a group of snowboarders. Not too many this early in the season.
"I hate to agree with him, but you do," Brooks said. "You've never had a fuss made of you on your birthday." He and I shared a meaningful look. His father and my mother made a fuss of him, but it was always over the top, like he owed them something for remembering the day. I couldn't decide what was worse.
