Chapter 26
Brody
We’ve all bared our fucking scars or souls or whatever you want to call it, and now, all that’s left is… us.
Georgia’s head is resting on my thigh, gazing up at the clouds. Emmett is sprawled on the bench with a foot in her lap and an arm slung across my shoulder, and Miles is perched on the deck rail, hair stuck out at wild angles and eyes red-rimmed but clear.
We all look like the aftermath of a night out, not the survivors of emotional nuclear fallout. And it’s stupid how normal this all feels.
Georgia twists to look at me, bopping me on the nose. “Should we eat something?” she asks, voice hoarse. “I haven’t even made breakfast yet.”
Emmett’s eyes flicker over to her, and he grins. “Or we could skip that and go straight to the real meal.”
Miles shoots him a look, but Georgia only returns the look, mischievous and sweet at the same time. “Let’s go below then.”
Not a single one of us argues with that invitation. I haul Georgia up by the waist, and the four of us funnel into the boat.
Once we’re in my cabin, Miles sits at the edge of the bed, watching Georgia. Emmett circles behind her, hands settling lightly at her shoulders. She breathes out, her face flushing with what I already know is arousal.
And my cock is already standing at attention for her.
Emmett bends, pressing his lips to Georgia’s neck. She tips her head, inviting it. I love the way she closes her eyes, surrendering to the feeling.
Miles peels his T-shirt off and leans back, watching her every move. Georgia locks eyes with him and then crosses the room and climbs onto his lap, kissing him softly at first, then with an intense hunger.
I watch her fingers dig into Miles’s chest as Emmett crowds in from behind, kissing her shoulder, then her jaw. There’s something in the way she lets her body be passed between them that’s so incredible.
It’s trust. Real trust.
“Brody,” she gasps, between kisses. She reaches for me, and I cross the room, pressing my mouth to hers.
“I need you. So badly, Georgie.”
Her hands pull my shirt up, and I shuck it off, falling into the bed with the weight of her on my chest. Miles’s hands are on her waist, and we give each other a knowing look.
We’re both here to worship her.
Emmett doesn’t wait for permission from anyone. He slides a palm down Georgia’s back, tugging at her shorts. I help, and she wriggles out of them, left in only a black cotton thong and a black tank top. The curves of her body are so addictive.
She’s unlike any other woman I’ve ever known.
I slip my hand up under her tank, palming her breast while Miles claims her mouth again. Emmett is already at her feet, kissing up her calves, his hair tickling her skin and making her giggle through the moans.
“Oh my god, that tickles,” she says, squirming.
Emmett looks up, winks. “That’s the idea, little peach.”
For a moment, everything is a blur—her hands in my hair, Emmett’s mouth on her thigh, Miles holding her close. The heat of her skin under my fingertips feels so good.
Emmett moves her thong aside and buries his face in her from behind. Georgia’s entire body tenses. She collapses forward with her head on my shoulder, and I hold her steady, stroking her hair as Emmett works her with slow, torturous precision, his tongue licking her from ass to clit.
Miles pulls the tank top off her and tosses it aside, eyes devouring every inch of her exposed skin.
He moves to take her nipple in his mouth, sucking slow and gentle, while Emmett alternates between licking and sucking at her clit.
I watch as Georgia is completely devoured—all our attention focused on her.
She’s the missing piece. She’s always been the missing piece.
She grinds her ass into Emmett’s face until she comes undone with a choked sob.
Pleasure overtakes me as I stroke my cock.
The others don’t stop just because she’s orgasmed. Miles rolls her over, Emmett climbs up to kiss her, and I watch as Georgia’s hands find Emmett’s cock. She looks at me, eyes heavy with lust, and then sinks her mouth onto him.
Emmett groans, his eyes rolling back as she stays locked on me. He fists her hair, letting her set the pace. I feel myself getting even harder watching her take him, seeing the ease with which she claims what she wants.
Miles kneels between her, spreading her legs wide. He looks to me, an unspoken question, and I nod.
This is getting easier for me, and I want to see them enjoy themselves, just as much as I want her to do the same. I keep stroking, my eyes shifting between those beautiful ocean eyes, and Miles swiping the head of his cock through her slit.
He then pushes into her, slow at first, and Georgia gasps around Emmett’s cock. I finally kneel at her side, kissing her face, her shoulder, anywhere I can reach. Emmett pulls out and lets her breathe, then kisses her, as I palm her breasts.
Miles pumps in and out of her, his jaw slack while he watches her suck Emmett’s cock. “You’re so good at that, baby. You’re so goddamn good. Suck his cock.”
“Mmm,” Georgia moans, letting Emmett go deeper as she locks eyes with Miles.
“He’s fucking that pussy good, too,” Emmett growls, his knuckles white in her hair. “And now I’m gonna come right down this throat of yours.”
She whimpers, and I stroke my cock harder and faster, as Emmett erupts in her mouth. Georgia beautifully swallows every ounce, and Emmett leans back. He looks to me and nods.
“Come here,” Georgia pants, as Miles rolls them, allowing her to be on top of him. I climb toward her face, lean down and kiss her, and then let her wrap her tongue around the tip of my dick.
“You’re so pretty,” Emmett breathes out. “Goddamn, you take us so perfectly.”
She moans in response, and then Emmett slides off the bed, making his way around to her backside. Georgia pulls her mouth from my cock for a second, just to peer back at Emmett. “Take my ass, please.”
“You got it, baby,” Emmett rasps, positioning himself at her puckered hole.
She deep throats me then, and I see fucking stars, my fingers threading through her tangled locks. Emmett presses into her ass, and Miles lets out a gasp.
“Oh fuck, I love that pressure,” he groans. “I fucking love it.”
“Hell yeah,” Emmett lets out a laugh, and I can’t help but laugh too, pulling out of Georgia’s mouth for a moment. Saliva runs down her chin, and she giggles.
“We’re so weird,” she says, but then stops laughing as Emmett buries himself in her ass. “Oh god. Just like that.”
“Suck me again,” I press my cock against her lips. “Take us all, Georgie. It’s so sexy when you do that.”
She looks into my eyes while she takes me all the way. I growl as the pressure builds in my abdomen. I can’t hold back anymore and come hard, spurting hot liquid down the back of her throat.
And she takes it like the good girl she is.
I pull out from her mouth, watching her swallow. She’s sandwiched between the guys, screaming with pleasure now that her mouth isn’t full. I stay at her side, stroking her hair, unable to stop touching her even for a second.
“Look at you,” I murmur, kissing her temple. “You’re just so sweet, baby girl. So fucking sweet.”
She turns her face to me, eyes wild and heavy with lust. “It feels so good.”
“I know, baby. I know it does.” I brush her hair off her face, and then run my thumb over her lips. She sucks my thumb into her mouth, as her whole body tenses and she explodes with a second orgasm.
Her legs start to tremble, and Miles lets out a low, long groan, filling her pussy with his release. Emmett bucks his hips wildly, and then comes a second time, his hands gripping her waist.
The four of us stay frozen for a few moments, sweat cooling on our skin, the sheets a mess beneath us. Emmett slowly then pulls out and wipes his brow with his forearm.
“Holy fuck, I swear this is the best sex I’ve ever had.” He lets out a laugh.
I plop down beside Georgia’s head, pushing some hair out of her eyes. Emmett takes the foot of the bed.
I close my eyes then, overwhelmed not by the sex but by the way it feels to belong to someone so completely.
I always thought it would be terrifying but, instead, it feels fucking freeing.
I don’t know how long I’ve been asleep. The world outside the porthole is blindingly bright, but inside my cabin, it’s all blue and silver and exactly where we belong.
Together.
Georgia is the first to stir, though she does it so gradually it’s like watching a cat uncurl from a sunbeam. She stretches one leg, then the other, then lifts her head and rubs her eyes.
Miles is on his back, snoring quietly, and I chuckle at the sight of him. Clearly, he’s sleep-deprived.
Georgia leans over and plants a kiss on his jaw.
He immediately grunts, eyes fluttering open, and looks at her with the kind of awe you usually reserve for miracles.
“Hey, sunshine,” he says. “Guess I was dozing.”
“We all slept, I think,” she grins. Then she kisses him, soft and slow.
Emmett pulls himself up on one elbow, lines from the sheets across his face. “Did we actually sleep?” he says, voice scratchy. “Because, if not, I had an amazing fucking dream.”
Georgia laughs, and the sound is so light and easy, that I want to hear it on loop for the rest of my life.
I prop myself up, and in doing so, bring Georgia with me, her body curling toward mine. Emmett collapses into the space on my other side.
Miles shifts, an arm coming around Georgia’s waist.
There’s no awkwardness, no post-sex weirdness. Just quiet, contented joy.
The feeling of belonging is so deep, it’s frightening. I never had this in my marriage. Never with Catherine, or with anyone else. It’s new, and overwhelming, and somehow perfect.
And I’m so wrapped up in the sensation that I almost miss it when Georgia whispers, “I love you.”
At first, I don’t know who she’s talking to, and I don’t think she does either. It just escapes and hangs in the air between all of us. For a second, no one says anything. Then Miles answers, his voice rough.
“I love you, too. All of you. Even you, Emmett.”
Emmett snorts. “I’ll accept your love, counselor, but only if Brody admits he loves me, too.”
It’s a joke, but suddenly I’m not laughing. I look around—at Georgia, at Miles, at Emmett, at this crazy mess—and realize there’s no point in pretending anymore.
“I love all of you,” I say, voice steady. “That’s the truth. I’ve never had anything like this, and I don’t ever want to lose it.”
Georgia beams, lifting her head to look around. “This is who we are,” she says, certainty ringing out in her words. “The four of us. No matter what anyone else thinks.”
Miles nods. “It’s all ours.”
Emmett rolls on top of us, burying his face in Georgia’s hair. “I love all of you, too, but I definitely love Georgia best.”
“I’m wounded deeply,” Miles says chuckling.
We all start laughing and can’t stop.
Damn, this life is good.