22. Lilly
Lilly
FEB. 16TH - SUNDAY
“ T alk to me, baby. Please?"
I roll my head slowly until Dean comes into view. His black hair is in disarray, and the worry lines between his brows make my stomach churn with guilt. How long have I been staring at the ceiling?
"What do you want me to say, D?" I whisper, careful not to wake Aaron sleeping beside me. He was up all night fussing over me and deep cleaning the house. Anything to keep himself busy.
Dean trails a finger over my cheek. "I want to know what you're worrying about."
In the soft glow of our bedroom, the sun not yet rising, I study my husband. God, he loves me so much . I can literally feel his love coursing between us as it pulls out my truth. "I'm worried you guys are mad."
Caleb chooses that moment to come out of our ensuite bathroom. "We are mad, Lilly."
I suck in a breath, not because of the towel hanging low on his bare hips, but because I was right. Of course, they're angry with me. I would be, too.
"So fucking angry that we didn't see what was going on." Caleb sits on the bed beside his twin with a scowl etched into his features. "We didn't protect you. We broke that vow, Lil. I'm so fucking sorry."
Seeing Caleb so emotional makes my heart pound. This isn't what I expected him to say. "I'm sorry too," I croak.
Dean grips my jaw and tugs at me a little to get my attention. "I think we're all sorry, but that's a conversation for later. What I want to know is why you keep itching yourself, baby girl. What else is going on?"
A ball of stress gets lodged in my throat. I didn't even realize I was doing that. I just can't get the feel of Brett off of me. He's like a scab that just won't fucking heal.
"Lilly."
Gasping, I turn to see Aaron with his eyes on me. "I didn't mean to wake you," I say, tears forming in my eyes. Why can't I do anything right?
"You didn't wake me, my love. That was all Caleb with the bathroom light blinding me." He shoots a playful glare at his husband, then grabs my right hand. "Tell D the truth now."
"I—" I'm terrified they won't look at me the same, but they're not going to let this go. "I can still feel him."
Aaron's eyes darken, and his hand tightens in mine. Dean's arm around my waist tugs me toward him, and Caleb grunts.
"He's all I can feel. I can't scratch it away, but it helps," I admit.
A hand grabs my bare foot, and I know without looking that it's Caleb. I don't dare break eye contact with Aaron, though. "I'm so?—"
"Don't you fucking dare apologize again," Caleb snaps and yanks me down the bed until my feet and knees hang off the edge. "We have so much to talk about, but first, we're going to erase that fucker from your skin. Do you understand?"
I swallow three times before I give up and just nod. My sleep shorts have ridden up, putting pressure on my clit, and my stomach is on display since my T-shirt is bunched up too.
"Nope. Words, Lilly." With Caleb running the show, I knew I wasn't going to get away with being silent.
"I understand. I just thought you wouldn't..."
Dean settles on my left side once again, but he's shirtless now, only in a pair of boxers. "Wouldn't what?"
I sigh and clench my eyes shut. "Wouldn't want me that way anymore."
A sharp pinch on my nipple and bite on the inside of my thigh have me squealing and popping my eyes open. Both brothers have their mouths on me with similar looks of warnings in their glares.
Aaron nips my shoulder. "Nothing could ever make us turn away from you, Lil Lilly." My heart melts. "Do you still want us?"
"What?" I frown, trying not to be offended or upset by his question. "Of course I do. Why would you ask me that?"
"Because baby," Dean murmurs against my breast. "You experienced something traumatic. Sexually. If you need time, we understand completely."
Looking around at all three of them, my chest loosens. The stress and horrors of this week finally seem like a blip in time. With the loves of my life surrounding me, I feel like I can move forward. But Caleb's right.
"Erase him. Please ," I plead, arching into Aaron's cool hand as it slides under my shirt. His caress on my ribs makes me feel dainty, and when Dean's mouth descends on my now bare tit, I cry out softly.
"You're ours, do you hear me?" Caleb's voice is hard, but it's weighted with so much emotion that I can't resist reaching out to him. I peek down at him and run my hands through his silky hair as he nuzzles my thigh. His eyes are like pools of every feeling that troubles him.
"Yours," I agree softly, my breath hitching when his tongue swipes along the edge of my panties. "Yours. Please, Caleb."
A grin wipes away his turmoil. "Please, what?"
I pout, not appreciating his teasing, but thankfully, I have two other men who understand the assignment. "Aaron, how do you fancy finger fucking our woman with me?" Dean rumbles.
Aaron doesn't respond with his words. Instead, he grabs my husband's hand and dives into my waistband, effectively slipping into my wet pussy like they have it memorized.
"Oh God," I moan, my toes curling into our fluffy rug. Caleb chuckles, or maybe it's Dean, but I'm too lost in their touch to discern the twins right now. Tongues bite and lick my chest and neck, driving me wild with need.
"Panties?" Aaron groans into my throat.
"Hmm," Caleb hums, tugging my bottoms off without jostling the two fingers pumping in and out of me. "Ohhh, pretty. Lacy light blue boy shorts. When did you get these, dirty girl?"
"I—" I almost choke on my spit when someone adds a third finger. "I don't know."
"Well, we should get more of these. Maybe a cute little red one, too." Caleb sounds like he's distracted, so I look down again and find him licking my cum off of said panties. "Delicious," he rumbles, his arm flexing, and it's then I realize he's the third finger stretching me.
I whimper and writhe enough to bounce on them faster. "More," I huff, hating that they aren't getting deep enough with their big hands in the way of each other.
A thumb rolls over my clit, shooting sparks up my body and distracting me from their low murmuring. "More, more, more," I beg over and over again. I need more pressure on my clit and something bigger in my pussy.
Instead of listening to me, a finger slips away. "What are you—AH!"
"Fuck, Lilly! You're so fucking tight with their fingers in you like this."
My eyes fly open and widen at seeing Caleb's pupils blown wide in ecstasy as he slams into me over and over again.
"Yesss," I moan, tossing my head back against the bed and focusing on the feel of all three of my men inside of me. Later, each of them will get their own hole, but right now, two fingers and one cock are exactly what I needed.
Something flutters, and Caleb tips forward, catching himself on my hips. "Shit, Aaron, do that again."
"What? This?" Aaron teases, and the fluttering happens again. "You like my finger touching you when we're inside our woman?"
They continue to talk dirty to each other, but my focus turns to Dean when he nibbles on my ear. The fluttering continues, and Caleb's speech is turning incoherent, but so does mine when my G spot is caressed.
"Mmm, so hot, baby," Dean moans into my ear. "I love the way this little button inside of you makes you writhe."
Shaking my head back and forth, sudden pressure on my clit sends me screaming right over the edge. "OH GOD!" I can't feel my hands or my feet, and I swear my vision blacks out as stars dance behind my eyelids. Liquid fire shoots through my veins, making my tingling body jolt and wiggle. "Stop. Fuck, too much!" I huff and pant, but they don't stop until Caleb is roaring out his own release.
"No, no, no." Dean chuckles. "Open those pretty eyes, baby girl. We aren't done with you yet. All you're going to feel for the rest of your life is our touch." Fluttering my lashes open, I give my husband a smile and lick his fingers clean when he offers them to me.
"Look at your cum dripping out of her sweet little pussy," Aaron murmurs, his eyes transfixed on his fingers, shoving Caleb's come back inside of me.
This was exactly what I needed. They are everything I need.