Chapter 37
THIRTY-SEVEN
ELLINOR
I wake up sweating and covered in heavy limbs.
I groan to whoever is covering me, “Get these heavy fucking limbs off of me or I’m grabbing the closest ball sack I can find and twisting it.”
I’ve never seen three grown men move so quickly. Zamir ends up smacking the ground from being so far on the edge trying to get away. But I’m free of body parts now. I sprawl out, and notice I’m completely naked, which isn’t new, I usually sleep in the nude, but I remember having clothes on when we came in here last night.
Now that I think back, I don’t remember even lying down on the bed…
? * “Marcello fucking Barone. Did you dose me last night?”
The grin on this fucking man’s face does nothing but make me want to cause more bodily harm to him. And then a matching smile finds mine, because who else can I lie to? I love this shit and this unhinged fucking man.
I turn to my other side, and ask, “Did you two fuckers join in on the fun too?”
The sheepish look on Zamir’s face gives him away, but Nash looks about as confused as I do. “What fun are we speaking of? I don’t remember anything after we got the fun toys out of Marcello’s sex room.”
“You sick bastards…” Then I whine, “Can we film this next time? I mean fuck I love that you all mess with me while I’m sleeping, but I don’t want to miss out on the man-on-man action. And that sounded like the fuck train I wanted to witness.”
Nash is the one whining now, “Will someone fill me in?!”
“I dosed yours and Ellie’s drinks last night with two of her sleeping pills each. Then Zamir and I had some fun with the both of you.”
I’m so okay with them using me however they want, but I don’t know how Nash is going to react to this.
“My cock shouldn’t be hard… but tell me what you did to me.” Okay, not the worst reaction. Let’s see how bad Marcello fucks this up with his dumbass mouth.
Men truly shouldn’t be allowed to speak, but sadly they can.
“Zamir started with Ellie, while I got you prepped with a bigger plug. Ellie came on his cock in record time while being asleep. I would know.” He’s smirking, of course, with his chest so puffed out it’s touching my arm again. He continues on, “All that was happening while I was prepping Zamir. Then Zamir got to take your pretty little virgin hole while taking my Jacob’s ladder for a ride.”
We’ll have to lock this man in a cage if we let his ego get any bigger.
Zamir’s rubbing Nash’s cheek. “Are you sore, Nash? I tried my hardest to be gentle.” I swear to god, they are so cute I could scream.
“Not really… should I be?” How is it possible for him to be even cuter after that question?!
“No, that’s good. We tried to prep you before, so you weren’t bad off this morning.” He looks away from Nash and asks, “Are you upset with me?”
Nash’s brows pull together. “Why would I be upset?”
“He figured you’d want to be awake when you let a guy fuck you for the first time,” Marcello blurts out. “But that took your option away to be able to fear getting fucked by another man, and sometimes the fear holds you back from getting what you truly want.”
Zamir’s trying to prepare for the worst, and that makes my heart hurt. “No. Honestly, it’s hot as fuck. I wish I could’ve been a fly on the wall watching. Plus, Marcello’s right. I would’ve been too in my head to focus on the pleasure from it anyway. Now that the “first time” is over, it doesn’t seem as serious.” He smiles as Zamir presses his lips to his, and Nash adds, “But I would like to experience this cock in my ass when I will remember it as well. And I need all the details on taking all those piercings.”
I think we all let out a breath from Nash’s answer. We all fit together like the most jagged, worn puzzle pieces, but these three are the only men I want in my life.
And with that thought, I announce to all of them, “I love you all. All in different ways, but just know I love each one of you beyond what I ever thought was possible out of me. And I’m glad you forced me out of my ‘swearing off love’ era.”
I’m submitting my last assignment for the week with one of Noah’s many laptops he has lying around the warehouse, and once I close it up, I decide to figure out where the guys are. I head out of the bedroom to Marcello’s office.
It feels odd not having to worry about going to work at Shenanigans, and that reminds me I need to see where they are with the rebuild. That’ll have to be after we figure out this mess with Zamir’s dad. He’s the last loose string we have to cut off before we can officially wipe our hands of the mess the past couple of months have been.
I knock once and open the door, but instead of Marcello behind the oversized desk, I see Nash.
I ask, “What are you doing in here?”
“I could ask you the very same thing.”
“Fair enough… where are the other two pieces of my cock brigade?”
“They’re all in the boardroom trying to figure out where Z’s dad is.”
“And why are you in here all alone?”
“Doc was working on a patient earlier, and I was mindlessly watching, but they’ve been done for a while now… I needed to get away from all the keyboard tapping and the hostile environment of looking for Z’s dad. I know it’s selfish, but I’ve killed my dad already, and I want to live in that peace for a little while.”
“That doesn’t make you selfish, Nash. You’ve lived a hard life with your dad, and you’re finally free of that man. You’re not used to living in this turmoil, so understandably, you need a break from all of them—all the testosterone.” I make a show of holding my nose and fake gagging, which finally gets him to laugh.
He turns back, looking into where we were not even a week ago, waking up from the worst experience of our lives. “I know all that, but my brain won’t chill out. I need to start therapy again. When I moved, I stopped for a while, but I will email her and get her hired back on.” I nod in response because, in all honesty, we probably all need therapy.
The only other thing we can do without leaving the warehouse is go to the gym. I ask him, “Want to go to the gym in here? That always helps clear my head when I’m overstimulated and overthinking. I could use a good workout right about now.
* ? decode - Maggie Lindermann