“You coming home with us tonight?” Eds asked.
“Can’t. Work night,” she told him, feeling a little regret.
“Sounds like we’re going to your place then,” Connor said.
“I’ve missed my snuggle time,” Franklin added.
She huffed a laugh. “You mean foreplay? God, the other day I could barely walk. I passed out, and I never did get my waffles.”
“What did you do, Mr. Quist?” Eds demanded, his tone lined with laughter.
“Secret,” Franklin answer. “For you young ones to discover someday.”
“Whatever,” Neal replied. “We probably know stuff you haven’t dreamed of.”
“Well, you do watch a lot of porn,” Eds poked.
“Asshole. You’re sleeping in your own room tonight.”
Eds shrugged. “You’ll be in there by two.”
Connor looked at Franklin around her. “How did we not know this?” he queried again, obviously still perplexed by what had gone on under his nose without him realizing it.
“No clue.”
“So are we coming to your place?” Eds asked without missing a beat.
“Guess so. I’ve missed you all, too.” She really had. They’d had been one night and one morning, and afterward, her being had mourned for them as if they’d been parted for months. If they’d felt anything similar, she understood their eagerness.
“Hot damn,” the youngest exclaimed. “Check!”
Neal shoved him. “Don’t be stupid. Mads needs to eat. Just be patient.”
But she had a feeling none of them would be patient during this meal.
* * * *
The five of them practically fell into her apartment in what probably looked like an Abbott and Costello mixed with the Three Stooges pratfall. Though she didn’t fall or stumble at all. Franklin had his arm protectively around her. The man took his father role very seriously.
In fact, as soon as the door closed behind them, he lifted her in his arms and carried her toward the bedroom.
“You guys want coffee? Something to drink?” she asked weakly.
Connor leaned close. “We only want one thing to drink and you have it there between your thighs.”
Holy…flooded panties.
Was it healthy for her heart to race like this?
Franklin placed her on the queen-sized bed that would never fit them all and started working on her coat and shirt. Connor immediately started opening her pants. Near the door, Edison and Neal were already disrobing.
Franklin and Connor had her naked in moments and Connor dove between her legs. His fingers parted her while he licked. His moans of satisfaction combined with hers of pleasure. Franklin gathered her sensitive breast in his hand and bent over to suck and lave at the stiff nipple. Edison wasted no time coming over—naked—and lavishing attention on the other. Neal hung back. She met his eyes then beckoned him over with her fingers.
“I want to taste you,” she panted, Connor’s ministrations stealing her breath, as much as the insidious suckling at her breasts did. Biting his lip, Neal climbed onto the mattress. Leaning forward, he supported her shoulders, raising her, while she twisted as much as she was able. Opening wide, she took his thick length into her mouth.
Everything seemed so natural and right. She didn’t have to think much about what to do and that surprised her. It was only enjoy and take, and do whatever felt good. All of it delighted her, from the mouths on her to the rigid erection pressing deep between her lips. When Connor sucked her clit hard, she gasped around Neal’s dick, taking him even deeper, and he moaned. As she jerked, it pushed her chest closer to the mouths pleasuring her. Everything worked together, one action feeding into a chain reaction.
Her orgasm barreled into her and took her by surprise with how fast it came. She couldn’t do anything as it rolled toward her—not throw back her head, not scream. Neal’s hand held her where she was, him fucking her mouth. She stared wide-eyed up into his gaze, seeing his unswerving determination. A dark possession lingered there, a commanding presence not unlike what was inside Connor. Neal had an alpha buried inside him. He just didn’t show it. And being commanded as she was, just brought her closer to the edge of release.