Chapter Eleven
Jake
I’ve never seen Aspyn like this before, and I know without talking to the guys that we’re all on the same page. She’s breaking down because she never processed what happened with her parents and she’s blaming herself in order to rationalize something that is beyond anyone’s control.
I hate that my girl is putting this on herself. I hate that she’s struggling the way she is, and right now, all I want for her is pure relaxation. I’ve seen first-hand what grief can do to a person. I’ve seen strong, military trained men brought to tears due to mental strain over traumatic events they’ve experienced. Aspyn is certainly going to need some professional help. Right now, though, relaxing her is the best we can offer.
Her pretty brown eyes close, and she hums under her breath as I grab a bottle of unscented lotion off the bedside table and rub it between my palms.
Ranger Googles something on his phone, and soon after, relaxing sounds of the ocean lapping against the shore start to play.
This is exactly what I had in mind earlier when I thought about the three of us surrounding her, all relaxing her at once, all of our efforts joined to help her muscles unwind and to help her brain ease.
“Tell me five things you feel, little cat.”
She hums low under her breath. With her eyes closed, her hips lift up off the bed instinctually. “The cold sheet beneath me, your hands on my thighs, Ranger’s lips on my shoulder, Liam’s arm against my chest…” I squish warm lotion into her muscles, working her over as the guys join in. “Your hard cock against my stomach.”
“Very good.” Her soft sounds are what I live for, and the more she moans with relief, the harder we work. Thirty fingertips glide over her body with soothing warmth. Down her leg, over her calf, onto the balls of her feet and up again, edging the crevasse of her thigh.
“Good girl. What about smell?”
She whimpers again and wiggles into my hand as though she wants me to slide deeper inside of her. “Cedar, pine, and lavender, maybe? A musk, a strong, manly musk. And something sweet, like molasses or honey.”
I glance up at Ranger who’s kneading her shoulders. “That’s you, baby. You smell sweet.”
“You do.” I lean between her thighs and drag in the scent of her tight, little pussy. “So fuckin’ sweet.”
Her hips buck upward and grind against my beard as I cup my hands onto her ass and lick circles around her clit.
The guys are working her somehow, but I’ve lost track of their movements as I focus on the taste of her on my lips and the hissing sound she makes as she writhes against the sheets.
“Good girl. Grind that little pussy up against my beard. Tell me you need us.”
She moans and pounds harder, breathless as she screams out, “I need you! I need all of you!”
Prior to walking in here, I’m pretty sure we silently decided we weren’t fucking her. This was just going to be a massage. A sweet, calm, relaxing massage. A way to help Aspyn unwind from the stress she’s feeling. A way to separate her from the pain her mind won’t let go of and the peace that loving hands can bring.
I know that was the goal, but seeing the woman I love so desperately right here in the flesh aching with need, has my cock on alert and I’m not sure as if he doesn’t have other plans.