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ADRIANNE
I couldn’t stop shaking. Nor could I get rid of the image of that gun pointed at my face. Every time I so much as blinked for too long, there it was. Along with the images of Ryan’s bleeding head and Callan’s torn torso. I needed something to distract me from the very loud, very scary place my head kept trying to take me.
When we got back to the hotel, Ethan took my hand in the lobby, and I didn’t fight it. We got to the elevator, and Callan held me against his uninjured side on the ride up to our floor. As we stepped off the elevator, Foster swept me up into his arms and carried me down the hallway. He bypassed their room completely and walked toward mine. Callan and Ethan trailed after us. At least we’re all on the same page, I thought.
Once we were in my suite, Foster crowded me against the wall, slanting his mouth over mine and kissing the breath out of me. “You were so brave,” he murmured to me. “I’m so sorry that I put you through that.”
I cupped his face and met his eyes. Foster looked so guilty, and I realized how much he was probably beating himself up. That helped push back some of the darkness in my head. “I demanded that we flush him out,” I reminded him. “It was a good idea. He’s locked up. He’s not going to be bothering us again.”
If I said the words enough, I’d start to believe them, right? Foster nodded and kissed me again, holding me against him like he was afraid I was going to disappear. When he pulled back, Ethan was there. He danced me out from in between Foster and the wall. Our mouths met in a tangled rush, and his tongue dipped into my mouth, tasting me.
He slipped away, and Callan was in his place. His movements were more delicate, cautious with the injury, but he still pulled me in for a kiss that left my head spinning. “Take your clothes off?” he pleaded.
Raw need broke over me. I needed their hands and their mouths and their bodies. I needed their comfort and love. My hands shook as I stripped off my clothes and dropped them on the floor. It wasn’t a seduction. I wanted to be bare before them as quickly as possible. While Ethan and Foster did the same, I helped Callan remove his clothes. “Let’s try not to pop any of your stitches, okay?” I said, eyeing the white gauze that was taped to his abdomen.
He looked down. “We’ll do our best,” he said and swept me into his arms, groaning when my body pressed against his. “How is it that you always feel this good, huh?”
I smiled. “Natural talent.”
Callan chuckled, and Ethan came up and wrapped himself behind me. I leaned back against him and enjoyed the moment of being pressed in between them. “Do you want us?” Ethan asked, lips kissing the juncture of my neck and shoulder.
“Like I’ve never wanted anyone in my entire life,” I said. I could feel him smile against me. “Tell us how.”
An image came to mind, and I felt my cheeks heat up. Callan touched my cheek. “That’s a pretty color,” he said. “What just went through your head?”
I stared up at Callan, and what I wanted just clicked. I wriggled out from their arms and took both of their hands. I started toward the bedroom, pulling them along.
“Come to bed,” I said to Foster, who nodded. When we reached the bed, I dropped their hands. “Callan, lie down,” I said. “I don’t want you hurting yourself.”
He blinked but then moved to the bed and settled on his back in the middle of the mattress. He was already hard and wrapped a hand around himself and stroked.
“It’s hot when you take charge, Princess.”
I watched him touch himself for a moment. I almost wanted to demand that he come that way because I wanted to see it . . . but not today. Not after everything that happened. I turned and looked at Ethan and Foster. “I want all of you,” I said.
Ethan’s smile lit up his eyes. “We figured as much.” I shook my head. “You don’t understand,” I said.
Foster’s eyebrows crinkled in confusion. “So help us understand, baby.” I took a breath. “Do you still have the lube that you used on the plane?”
I asked Ethan, who nodded. “Can you go get it?” Ethan stared at me for a moment, and then all I saw was his back retreating from the room.
Foster’s eyes glazed over with lust. “Adrianne . . . you don’t have to do that,” he said. “There are other ways for us-”
“I want to,” I cut him off and then met all of their eyes. “Can we try?”
Foster came forward and wrapped me in his arms. “We’ll do anything you want,” he said and kissed me. He sat me on the edge of the bed and sank to his knees. “Of course, we do need to make sure that you’re ready, right?”
He winked and started kissing his way up my thighs, and I leaned back on my elbows, giving him more access to me. Callan sat up and swept my hair over my shoulder. He kissed my neck and shoulders and his hands found my breasts. He cupped them, tested their weight in his palms. He found my nipples just as Foster’s tongue found my clit. A shiver ran through me, and I leaned back into Callan as much as I dared as Foster teased me with light flicks of his tongue that started a fire in my belly. I moaned under their ministrations.
Foster pressed a finger inside me, and my breath caught in my throat. He had a knack for finding the spot that made colors explode in my vision, and the moment he knew he’d found it, he played over that spot again and again, making things go tight and tighter inside me.
“Foster,” I cried out, riding his hand.
Callan dipped me back enough that he could kiss me. “Look at me,” he said against my mouth. “Look at me while he makes you come.” I met his eyes, and Foster circled my clit and pressed against that spot inside me at the same time, and I flew apart in Callan’s arms.
“You’re so fucking pretty, baby,” he said and kissed me again. Foster gentled his movements and stood. his face was wet from me, and he had a savage grin on his face.
“Lie back,” I told Callan. He nodded and lay back on the bed. “I’m not going to hurt you, am I?” I asked him.
Callan shook his head. “I promise that I’m fine.” I didn’t quite believe him-the probability of popping his stitches was very real-but I straddled
his lap and looked down at him, searching for any signs of discomfort. “You’re not going to hurt me, Princess.” His hands came up and rested on my hips. “You look good up there.”
I felt myself flush. Was it only a handful of weeks ago that I did this for the first time? Sex before my men was something of rote and repetition. Each experience with them was new and breathtaking. We heard the door click again, and then Ethan was back, looking triumphant and holding the tube that he’d had on the plane. My heart began to pound against my ribs, and I let out a shaky breath.
He climbed onto the bed and curled himself around my back. I felt like a circuit that had just been closed. I leaned up, and with Callan’s help, positioned him so that he was pressed against my entrance. Watching his face, I lowered myself down, sighing as he filled me. “Please don’t ask if you’re hurting me,” Callan said before I could ask him the question that was on the tip of my tongue. “You’re not. You feel fucking amazing.” He thrust upward, and I let out a little moan.
Ethan kissed my shoulder, reminding me that he was behind me. “Are you sure about this?” he asked.
I nodded. “Please.”
“Lean forward for me a bit?” he asked. “And if anything feels uncomfortable, all you have to do is say so, and it stops.”
I felt his fingers, already slick, against my ass, and when he pressed inward, my chest locked up. Everything felt hot all at once. It was intense every time they’d touched me there, but to have him do it while Callan was inside me was something else entirely.
“Ethan,” I cried out, unsure of how to move to get more of that intensity. “Callan, oh, my God.” With his hands on my hips, Callan helped me to ride him while Ethan thrust his fingers into me.
Orgasm hit me faster than I thought possible, and I moved my hips faster, chasing that feeling while Callan groaned. “Fucking hell, Princess,” he panted.
The need for more struck me. “Ethan, please.”
“Please what, Adrianne?” he asked, not teasing. “I need you to tell me what you want, okay?”
“Fuck me,” I pleaded. “Please, please fuck me.”
He was quiet for a moment, and I could almost feel him trembling. “Lean forward,” he said.
I put my hand on Callan’s tattooed chest to steady myself, and I stared into his dark eyes, so serious on mine. The head of Ethan’s cock nudged me, and I gasped. He pressed inside, and I let out a cry. I had never felt this full before in my life.
Beneath me, Callan’s eyebrows were knitted together. “Holy-” he breathed.
“Fuck,” Ethan finished. “You are so fucking tight around me.”
We took a collective breath, and then Ethan moved his hips, and fire ignited in my spine. He and Callan found a rhythm of push and pull that had me near to tears. My body didn’t know what to do with the full, heavy feeling.
Tipping my head back, I saw Foster watching me with an intensity on his face that made my heart squeeze. My hand shot out and found him, hard and curved against his belly. I wanted him with us in this. I wrapped my hand around him and stroked.
“Shit, Adrianne,” he groaned and reached between my thighs. He found my clit, circling it roughly with the pad of his finger, and from one breath to the next, I came hard.
Ethan’s head hit my shoulder, and he swore as he came. Seconds later, Callan grunted and let go, and then I felt wetness over my hand as Foster came. There was a stillness afterward, for a split second, and then very carefully, Ethan pulled himself away from me. He helped to move me off Callan, and I lay, practically boneless, on the bed.
We all lay, relearning how to breathe, for a few moments, and that quiet was the most peaceful feeling I’d ever experienced. “I love you,” I said to them. “I couldn’t imagine loving anyone the way that I love you three.”
Ethan, who was closest to me, leaned in and kissed my shoulder. “I love you too.” Callan and Foster echoed him, and they all reached for me at the same time, tucking me into the center of them, where I knew for sure that I was meant to be. I knew that I needed to get up and shower, but my legs felt like jelly, and sleep tugged at my eyes. I heard their soft, even breathing and knew that I wasn’t the only one about to fall asleep.
When I woke up later, it was dusk, and I was starving. My men were still asleep around me, but if I moved, they’d all be awake in a second. I did what I could to lie still and enjoy the feeling of them around me.
I put a hand on my belly and imagined the life growing inside me. “Hi, baby,” I said softly, whispering so as to not wake them up. “You may not
know it yet, but we are so lucky. Your daddies are the strongest, most wonderful men I’ve ever met, and they are going to be so crazy about you. I know you weren’t in the plans, but . . . I am so glad that I’ll get to meet you. That there will be a you to meet.”
Foster leaned down and kissed my stomach. “Hi, little one,” he said. “Remember, Daddy Foster is the sanest of your daddies . . . and I can surf, so obviously, I will be your favorite.”
I giggled and touched his cheek. “This has been an eventful trip,” I said, “but this doesn’t suck.”
He smirked. “The cuddling or the group sex?” he teased.
“Both,” I told him. “Definitely both.” I glanced at a still-sleeping Callan and Ethan. “I hate to wake them, but . . . Mama’s hungry.”
“Your wish, as ever, is my command, Princess,” he said and then pushed Ethan so that he rolled off the bed and landed on the floor with a thud.
Ethan stood, all sleepy rage. “What the fuck, man?” Foster gestured at me. “Adrianne’s hungry.”
His demeanor shifted. “Let’s get her some food, then,” he said. “We can’t dump Cal in the shower today, can we?”
“Better not. He got shot and all.”
I laughed as they bantered. Callan’s arm came around me and pulled me against him. I looked back at him, and he put a finger to his lips. “Solo cuddles while they get you food sounds good to me,” he murmured.
I nodded in agreement and settled against him. God, but I loved them. Hope bloomed in my chest, and I had a thought to the future, of seeing them bantering like this with a little girl running circles around them.