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“What we’re battling for in this new world is our souls. We’re battling for good over evil. We lost sight of that. But we’ll make up for it. From here on out, things will go different. Because we’ll listen to the Working. We’ll put our faith in the Working.”

“And right now, brothers. Right now, the Working is telling us to draw strength and comfort from each other.

“My gut tells me we’re safe here in the lodge, but we won’t take that for granted. That’s why Scrap will set up precautions.” I nod at him, and he hurries to Jud’s office to set up an alert, like I told him.

“We won’t let our guard down,” I go on. “Not completely. But let me tell you what wewilldo, brothers. We will surround our woman. We will love on her. We will pleasure her and take pleasure from her. We’re gonna unite as a team. As a family. And in this way, we will honor the Working.

“In this way, my brothers, we’ll get Jud back.”

Chapter 22

Cora

Tactical gear startshitting the floor. Hands begin making contact with me. So many hands. Rev is cradling my head to his chest so I hear his heartbeat—his bullet-proof vest was the first to be shed. Doc is pressed up behind me, hands on my hips, lips on the back of my neck. His breathy moan ruffles the baby hairs there, an exhalation of long-sought relief. After Shep closes the curtains and blinds, he joins us and lays a gentle hand on my shoulder. I turn from Rev to nuzzle into it, and he cups my face. When I meet his gaze, it’s reverent, adoring.

Doc turns my face into a kiss with convulsing hands and an urgency that won’t be denied. I open for him, eagerly. He needs this, and I do too. We all do.

Scrap and Brawn are doing the chores Rev set for them, preparing the common room to become a safe haven for…what? What do I call this experience that’s about to take over my body, mind, and soul? I’m going to make love with six of my seven men, and, like Rev said, by expressing our love for each other, we will be stronger and better able to help Jud.

This is for all of us. Especially Jud.

When Rev said, “Weallneed our woman,” my body instantly heated from within. A spark of excitement lit like a candle wick, and Iknewthis was the right thing. Rev stopped trying to be what Jud is to us. He listened to his heart. He listened to the Working. He embraced the role he, and he alone, is meant for, and seeing him do that was an incredible turn-on.

A few days ago, I wasn’t sure what I thought of this whole Working thing, but I’m beginning to believe. What else can explain the certainty I feel, the rightness as Doc reaches around to unbutton my flannel? As Rev slides his tongue inside my mouth and tastes me? As Grim begins undressing over by the couch, eyes dark with hunger? What else can explain the lack of jealousy between six men who all adore the same woman?

What else can explain the sheer joy of knowingIam that woman?Theirwoman?

The comforting sound of the lodge’s generator rumbles, and I know Scrap is working on the security system, like Rev wanted. I can’t wait for him to join us. Brawn is joining us now, looming behind Rev, watching with ruddy cheeks as Doc reaches into my bra and lifts out my breasts. When Doc licks both his thumbs and starts rubbing over my nipples, Brawn groans, low and loud.

I’m sandwiched between Rev and Doc, and both men have canted their pelvises toward me. I feel two hard and ready penises, one at my stomach, and one at my lower back. Between those promising bulges, Rev’s devouring kiss, and what Doc is doing to my nipples, I’m overwhelmed with exquisite sensation. It flows through me like a tingling, refreshing river, and I give myself over to it.

There is no sense of awkwardness or shame as Doc guides my face from Rev’s and claims my lips. If he minds that I’ve just been thoroughly kissed by another man, he shows no sign of it. He delves inside with pure passion, and he grinds against my bottom with his erection.

The rasp of material over flesh compliments the rumble of the gennie as my men shed layer after layer. My layers are peeled away, too. Soon, I’m in nothing but my panties, back between a lean, naked Rev and a muscled, tanned Doc, this time, reveling in the warm, skin-on-skin caress of their hard bodies against mine.

Every inch of my skin is pebbled with anticipation. Desire thrums between my legs, making me squeeze my thighs together to ease the building ache.

I need my men. I need them to plunge into me and take pleasure from me like Rev said. I need to take pleasure from them. It’s a visceral demand made by a body that won’t take no for an answer.

My hands begin searching out hard chests. So many hard chests! Each different, but all lovely. There is Shep’s with his pale skin and blond hair, which I drag my fingers through. There is Rev’s smooth, tattooed chest with the tuft of graying hair between his pecs. Rev turns me, and I’m facing Doc’s completely bare, caramel-colored chest. My fingers dance over his puckered nipples while he continues to kiss me senseless. Then there’s Brawn, who looms over us all, as furry as a grizzly bear and twice as wide. I pet him with one hand and revel in the vibrations of his purring.

Someone plunges a hand into the front of my underwear. When I hear a rumble in my ear—“That’s my good girl, so wet for Daddy,”—I know the hand cupping my sex belongs to Rev.

I don’t stop my hips from pushing forward, seeking more of his touch, and he doesn’t balk at having his hand so close to Doc’s erection. At the same time, Doc tilts my face toward Brawn, who bends to cover my mouth with his. I begin kissing him. Deeply. My hands are busy roving over Doc’s chest, but then I find Shep in front of me, Doc’s hands on his shoulders. Doc traded places with my other blondie, and now it’s Shep I’m petting, Shep I’m kissing as Brawn leaves my mouth to stalk to the window to peek out the curtains.

He's on guard. There could be danger around us, but I have no fear. Weapons cover every flat surface in the great room, and my men know how to use them. I am safe with them. I am eager for them.

They seem just as eager for me. I see sorrow in their solemn faces, and I know their hearts are aching just like mine, but the rightness of this moment eclipses our worry for Jud. Because we all know we will get him back. We all know that Jud is strong. He’s a fighter. He’ll get away from Raptor’s guys and help us find him.

And we’re strong, too. We will move Heaven and Earth to get him back. It will be okay in the end. Something deep in my bones whispers it, and I believe it. And so, I am free to experience desire with my guys. I am free to acknowledge the worry and place it on a shelf in my heart while I take comfort and give it in return.

I kiss one man and then another. I pet one chest and then another. And as Rev sits in his armchair and settles me facing him, legs spread around his hips, I reach out and take Shep’s and Brawn’s penises, one in each hand. With a firm grip on my butt, Rev lifts me and centers himself at my opening. I’m drenched and clenching at nothing, beyond ready. While I slide my hands over Shep and Brawn, Rev lowers me. He impales me. And it feels more incredible than I can put into words.

It's more than being filled. It’s more than having those deep, sensitive places in me caressed by a man’s loving hardness. It’s more than the pleasure at hearing the masculine groans all around me. It’s more than sex and it’s more than pleasure.

It’s love. It’s togetherness. It’s working as a team, seamlessly, unselfishly.

Soon Scrap joins us. He appears at Rev’s side, fully nude and gloriously erect. He’s gorgeously built. At six feet, he may be the smallest of my men, but he’s not small. Not in any way. He’s lean and toned, and his glistening skin looks like bronze. His erection is large and prominent, mouthwatering.

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