Page 73 of His Angel

They’re all here, present, willing, and giving me the support and space to process what happened, and what’s still happening. To deal with the fact that the one person that’s always had my back is gone, and I didn’t even get the opportunity to have hers. It wasn’t her fault, she’s done nothing wrong. It was his. Theirs.

Wyatt stirs, shuffling his shoulders, a deep sigh releasing from him before he stretches.

I can’t think about that right now, pushing the sadness back. I need to be here, present, even if it is hiding, just for a little longer.

“What are you reading?” I ask, attempting to get my mind on something else.

“No idea.” He shrugs. “Some shit off lover boy’s bedside cabinet. It’s rubbish, but my options are pretty limited right now.”

“Good point.”

“I don’t generally sleep very well,” he admits. “Even without this one draped all over me.” Smiling, stroking the tip of a finger down Jacob's cheek, fondness glints in his eyes. “I didn’t have Nick down as a cuddler, though. You learn something new every day.”

I huff out a laugh, the arm around me tightening briefly. Even in his sleep, he doesn’t want to let me go. Possessive to the very end.

“We’ve requested them, Jacob and I,” he says. “The wristbands.”

Like I didn’t know what he was talking about.

“Good. That’s good.”

They’ll be okay together. They’ve got each other's back.

“Hmhmm,” Wyatt grumbles, shuffling again, his hand dropping down to adjust his very obvious morning wood. “Shit, sorry,” he apologises.

“You don’t have anything there to apologise for,” Leo says, one eyebrow raised as he peeks over his shoulder.

“Perv,” Wyatt replies sleepily.

Their banter is so straightforward, so easy, and it holds none of the tension I’d expect from one guy's erection next to another.

“Did you sleep okay?” he asks, covering his dick as his gaze connects with mine.

“Yeah,” I reply, a blush creeping over my cheeks.

It’s not like I’m some blushing virgin who’s never woken up with a man before, but this is different. I’m not sleeping with any of them, well, not right now, and even the passing thought of my conversation about menage moments with Tamsin hurts. And they see it.

“How can we help?” Wyatt asks gently, his hand coming to my cheek.

“I need to forget,” I admit. “Help me to forget it all.”

His fingers slide in my hair, electricity zapping across my skin before he brings his lips to mine, his tongue tangling a lazy pattern that’s all Wyatt. Instinctively, my hands go to his chest, tracing the smooth planes with my fingers, even as Nick holds me captive in his arms.

It’s relief, freedom, something of my own, something I can give or receive, and it’s more than just care and attention, friendship and support, it’s a connection, and it’s just ours, but even as he languidly kisses me, it takes me away from it all, from the pain, and it sucks me into a different kind of heat. The kind that burns when Nick’s dick presses against my ass, someone else with something to say about what’s going on.

“You’re free to want whatever you want, whoever you want,” Leo says, pushing out the thoughts of how mad Nick might actually be about this. “There are no rules within these walls.”

Nick stirs again, grinding against me in a delicious tease, his arm moving, fingers grazing against my nipple. If Wyatt notices the movement or hears Leo’s words properly, I don’t know, but he doesn’t stop, his fingers in my hair, his stubble grazing my face as he worships me, savours me, enjoys every last stroke of his tongue and press of his lips like it might be the last, but it isn’t.

And then Nick is back, his arm firm beneath my head, the other one sliding beneath the shirt that covers me; his shirt. Goosebumps raise as my skin is exposed to the air in the room. And then, he’s there, his large hand wrapping around my breast, lifting, holding, squeezing, tugging at my nipple, and all I can think of is the feelings, the sensations cascading over me.

“Oh, God,” I pant, pulling back from Wyatt and drowning in the moment.

“Don’t think, just feel it,” Leo coaches, catching my gaze as Wyatt moves, shuffling down between Jacob and me.

Jacob moves, straddling Leo’s thighs and giving Wyatt more space just as his tongue swipes across my nipple, the same one Nick squeezes to the point of pain, and the need that coils through me is indescribable.

I want him. Them. And I need them,now.

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