41. Chapter 41
Chapter forty-one
A MONTH LATER
NOAH
Sunlight spills across my face through the luxurious curtains Logan just had to have in our new place.
Handelbrook was the place of choice, obviously , and I haven’t regretted a second of it as we fall in step with our new life.
My body aches, a quiet echo of everything we’ve been through—Kurt’s madness, Heath trying to kill me, the move that dragged us out of that stained house—but it’s distant now, a shadow I can push aside.
The sheets tangle around my legs, the smell of fresh paint and coffee drifting from downstairs.
The house we happened upon was a bit of a fixer-upper, a project that needed a lot of work, something we all agreed would be a wonderful thing to do in our spare time. A bonding activity as Declan called it.
It’s a nice change of pace from everything else, the investigation and multiple interviews, the press conferences on TV as Kurt’s face flashes across the screen, permanently disfigured, his jaw crooked, eyes hollow, and Heath’s out there, learning to walk again, a crippled footnote.
I shove them out of my mind as much as I can, letting them fade between my men heading back to school for their degrees—a mixture of textbooks, grumbling over essays, and all-nighters as I try to explain Calculus to them—and the nights at Maura’s, her table full with food, laughter spilling over full dinners.
Even Ed’s there, the lawyer, and I catch the way Maura’s hand lingers on his arm, their smiles a little too cozy for just business, and it makes me grin, happy for her, happy for us.
Waking up every morning with one or more of my men in bed is also just as glorious, their heat pressed against me, their breaths syncing with mine. The headaches are gone, finally, a relief I didn’t know I’d crave, but the hearing loss lingers, a soft muffling in my left ear.
I don’t catch everything but it hasn’t slowed us down, hasn’t dimmed this–not even Declan’s ankle bracelet that’s still going to be part of the family for at least five more months.
Today, though, I start at the small medical clinic up the road, a fresh piece of normal that feels just right between the four of us.
A kiss brushes my ear, a shudder running down my back, a slow ripple of heat curling through me as I twist around, finding Logan’s blue eyes glinting, a crooked grin on his lips.
“Good morning, Bunny,” he murmurs, his breath teasing my skin as he nuzzles closer, his lips grazing my jaw. “Sebastian and Declan are making breakfast,” Logan muses, his hand slipping under the covers, resting warm on my hip. “We’ve probably got about ten minutes before they yell for us.”
“I can think of a few things that can happen in ten minutes,” I throw back, teasing, his eyes darkening as his fingers tighten on my waist.
He firmly presses his lips to mine, teasing them open until his tongue slips inside.
His hand moves further south, reaching around to grip my cock, my back arching against him as I string an arm around his neck.
I pump into his hold, a sigh falling from my lips as he stuffs his face into the crook of my neck.
“You’re trouble, Bunny but damn, I wouldn’t want to wake up any other way. ”
His hand soon disappears, Logan reaching behind us for something before the familiar sound of a cap meets my ears. I brace myself for the cold sensation of lube, Logan roughly working me open, made easier by the fact Sebastian fucked me unconscious yesterday.
His breath is hot against my ear as I shudder, every move a quiet promise.
I grip the sheets, my knuckles whitening as he replaces his fingers with his cock, slowly sliding inside of me until he’s firmly seated.
His hands frame my hips, pulling me closer, and I rock with him, the rhythm building, a soft ache blooming into something overwhelmingly sweet.
Our breaths sync as I lose myself in his touch—the stretch, the press, the way he knows me, loves me, every thrust a tether to this life we’ve carved out.
A knock interrupts the moment and I turn my head, Logan slowing but not stopping.
Sebastian leans against the frame, his broad shoulders filling the space, his eyes locking on mine, burning with heat.
“Came to say breakfast was ready,” he muses, a grin tugging at his lips, “but I think I’d rather watch this.
” He steps in as Logan fucks into me, my gaze pinned on Sebastian.
He reaches down, pulling out his cock from his sweatpants, stroking himself with a lazy rhythm that matches ours, his eyes never leaving mine, and I shiver, caught between them.
Declan’s voice booms up the stairs. “What the fuck’s taking so long? Is Noah being a princess again?”
Sebastian laughs, his hand still moving. “Nope, he’s providing breakfast.”
Declan appears in the doorway a few seconds later, his grin flashing wide as he takes us in. “Oh yeah. Fuck the pancakes. That can be lunch.”
I laugh, the sound breaking into a moan as Logan shifts, hitting deeper, his lips brushing my shoulder. Sebastian steps closer, his free hand running through my hair. Declan drops onto the bed beside us, his hand sliding up my chest, my breath hitching as they consume me between them.
“Beautiful,” Declan murmurs, his lips finding my jaw, a slow press that sends a shiver racing down my spine.
My body tightens, the pleasure cresting, and I gasp, my head tipping back, Logan’s hands steadying me as I unravel, the warmth spilling against Declan’s chest. Logan follows, a low groan rumbling through him as he fills me with his release.
Sebastian isn’t far behind, painting his hand and the edge of the bed as Declan steals me into a tongue-licking kiss that takes my breath away.
“Better than pancakes,” Sebastian purrs, his voice a low tease, and I laugh, weak, my body buzzing from the pleasure.
Declan stretches out beside us, his grin lazy as he pulls off his shirt. “New house rules,” he mutters, “breakfast can wait.”
I snort as Logan slips out of me, Declan helping me to climb onto his lap, his cock hard against the seam of my ass. Yeah, I could get used to this.