CHAPTER 8
KIRBY
These men. They do something to me that I can’t explain. It’s like being in their presence gives me strength, something I searched for so long before I could find it within myself. Having someone, or three in this case, offer me something I’ve craved for so long with ease soothes something inside of me.
Even though I’ve found my inner strength, which I’m damn proud of, I’ve been lonely.
What these men are offering, and not giving up on, could mean that I can stop running and searching.
That’s if this is real. That’s if I can truly trust it. That’s if I’m willing to take the risk.
I think it is. I think I can. I think I have to.
“Relax our little Phoenix,” Wolfe murmurs softly.
My word, looking at him takes my breath away. His shoulders are broad, much like the men he calls his brothers. I’ve never been attracted to a bald man, whether purposeful or not, before. But on him it works because it makes him look more dangerous.
Phoenix.
Their nickname for me makes me feel seen and understood. It’s been a long time since I’ve felt that way. Have I ever really, truly felt seen?
I did rise from the ashes of the trauma that was thrust upon me. I made something of myself and found a path that worked for me. I’ll never apologize for that, but I can admit in the quiet of my mind that my choices have allowed me to hide behind a mask. It has served me well, but the feeling of being able to let that mask slip makes me feel free in a way I could have never anticipated.
My eyes travel to Dominic and the way his golden skin calls to me. I haven’t seen nearly enough of it or had his hands on me as much as I crave. There’s a quietness about him that comes off as broody and stoic at first, but I think there’s so much more to him than what he shows the world. If ‘still waters run deep’ was a person, I know it would be him.
His dark brown eyes bore into mine and speak of a softness behind his strength. He’s solid and my gut tells me I could lean on him without fearing being let down. And that would be a gift, one I appreciate to the depth of my soul.
When I look at Hendrix, I see the weight that he shoulders. He is a natural leader and a part of me I’ve traded for the need to be in control yearns to follow him. His eyes, green with flecks of gold, are knowing and don’t miss a damn thing. The way he observes me with clear intent makes me feel safe when it should probably make me feel scrutinized.
Nothing about the time I’ve spent around these men make sense. It’s the reason I’ve tried to limit it as much as possible. But I couldn’t make myself refuse their attention completely.
Needing something I can’t put into words, I give into my body’s desires and press my front against Hendrix’s frame. His fingers twitch as he holds my face in his large hands. Fuck, they all have large hands.
From the way Wolfe and Dominic press their bodies against my side and from what I can feel of Hendrix, their size does not stop at their frames or their hands. I shiver while shielded in their warmth. I want them.
I need them.
A plea plays on the tip of my tongue, but it’s unnecessary because Hendrix is right there and pressing his lips against mine. He kisses me with the same ferocity as when he dived between my thighs. The memory of him crawling to me flashes in my mind and I melt into him.
He didn’t question my demand, and it didn’t even feel like he was humoring me. None of them protested. They gave in and didn’t balk.
To have that from these three strong men who scream ‘alpha’ was sexy as fuck. I should have walked out of the room with Charlie, but I couldn’t. I should have never indulged them or allowed them to give me pleasure, but I don’t regret what happened.
As Hendrix deepens the kiss, hands roam over my body. Panic doesn’t surge through my body as I give myself over to the sensation. My fingertips glide up Hendrix’s chest until I can wrap my palms around the back of his neck. The hair there is short, spiky, and feels damn good against my skin.
The livewire my body has become is attuned to these men. The moment Hendrix pulls back from my lips, I gasp and then clothes are being pulled from my body. Only when I’m standing naked in front of these three men who were part of my past, but I hope can become the foundation of a future I never thought I could have, do they start to undress.
My eyes move rapidly, trying to take in the show without missing a thing. So much muscle and tattooed skin. By the time they’re just as naked as I am, I’m a panting mess. I’m sure if they looked closely enough they would be able to see the wetness coating my thighs.
“Fuck,” Hendrix groans and licks his lips, “you taste good.”
“I want a taste,” Wolfe husks.
His words are the only warning I get before I’m turned, and Wolfe slams his mouth down on mine. I expect him to kiss me fiercely, but he surprises the hell out of me with the soft, sweetness of his kiss. The way his tongue teases against the seam of my lips makes me gasp.
Taking advantage of the opening, his tongue slides inside of my mouth and coaxes my own to play. I get lost in kissing him, feeling like I’m floating even though my feet are firmly planted on the ground. Hands roam over my body, skimming my skin and teasing me while not touching anyplace overly intimate.
It’s a tease.
A finger sliding over my hip. A palm ghosting over my shoulder. A hand grasping the nape of my neck and holding me in place.
I don’t know whose hands are whose, but it doesn’t matter.
Dominic, who is now at my back, must step away from me because the heat from his body disappears. I hate it. I rip my mouth away from Wolfe, air desperately sawing in and out of my lungs, as I look over my shoulder.
Dominic smirks at me as he settles against the headboard of the bed, his long, thick legs looking like a fucking throne. When he holds his hand out to me, I scramble toward him, unable to resist the unspoken invitation.
The ease that I sit astride his hips, trapping his cock between us, is a little shocking, but I’m not going to think about it or fight it right now. What would be the point. My hips rock on instinct, sliding his length between my wet pussy lips and making my clit throb.
Before the night I allowed them to pleasure me, I’m not sure when the last time was that I felt this level of arousal. The way my body feels like it’s buzzing makes it hard to even think.
Dominic’s lips glide along my collarbone before heading up my neck and skimming my jaw. He’s the only one I haven’t kissed yet and I desperately want to taste his lips too. I’m not usually one who kisses, feeling it was far too intimate for my clients, but now I can’t seem to get enough.
Just as Dominic ferally presses his lips against mine, taking without caring if I’m giving, I feel the bed dip next to me and somewhere toward the foot of the bed. I know my other men have joined us on bed and I can’t wait to find out what happens next.
“Stunning, Phoenix,” Wolfe rasps from my side which tells me that Hendrix is behind me.
That knowledge sends a shiver down my spine. All my men are large, but the thought of him stretching me and taking me at the same time as Dominic, with all his banked power, makes goosebumps cover my skin. I blindly reach for Wolfe, my hand finding his shoulder before sliding down the front of his body and wrapping around the base of his cock.
He growls just as Hendrix presses against my back, his hand gripping a hip with one hand and an ass cheek with the other. He grits out through his teeth, “Has your ass ever been fucked, Kirby?”
As I pull back from Dominic’s mouth, I gasp, “Yes.”
“Good,” he groans, “that means I won’t have to work as hard at making you ready for me.” The tip of his nose slides up my neck as Dominic captures one of my nipples in his mouth. “We’re going to fill you so damn good and make you scream.”
“Please,” I whimper.
I hear a click that I know, from experience, is the sound of lube opening. I shiver in their arms as Dominic grips the hip Hendrix isn’t holding onto like his fucking life depends on it. They work together in a way that only comes from years of trust as they lift me up just enough for Dominic to angle his cock at my entrance.
I slide down the length of him slowly, reveling in the stretch as my head falls back and finds purchase against Hendrix’s shoulder. “Yes,” I hiss, embracing the way my body opens up for my men.
Yes. My men.
I could see what they were offering me when I saw them again after ten years of wondering who the hell they were and what happened to them. Call it fate. Call it serendipity. I don’t really give a fuck; I just know it feels right.
“Fuck,” Dominic barks, his fingers tightening on my body. His words are panted against my skin, “So fucking tight. Like nothing I’ve ever felt before.”
His words of praise has my pussy clenching around him which pulls a moan from both of us. He fills me perfectly, but I know, without even having experienced it before, that my other men will feel just as good.
Wolfe lets out a low chuckle and wraps his larger hand around mine to help me stroke him. It’s necessary because I could get lost in how good it feels to have Dominic inside of me and forget everything else.
“Don’t worry, you’ll be fucking my mouth soon enough,” I rasp.
“Wasn’t worried, Phoenix, I know you’ll suck my cum from my balls like my dick is a straw,” there’s a tease in his voice that has me relaxing for some strange reason.
As I start to ride Dominic, Hendrix teases my ass. He might have said he wouldn’t have to get me ready for him, but he is anyway, and my heart fucking melts because of it. I’m lost in the way my body moves and the way I want to be filled to the hilt by Dominic’s cock every time I rise until just the head is still inside of me.
Not realizing when I closed them, I force my eyes open. Dominic’s dark eyes are filled with wonder and adoration as he stares at me. There’s something in his eyes that tells me he’s not willing to miss a single moment. It makes me feel special, like I’m a treasure to be savored.
“You better hurry up and fuck our woman’s ass,” Dominic’s voice is strained. “Her pussy is squeezing my dick just right and I don’t know how much longer I can hold off.”
The chuckle that comes from behind me is deep, dark, and so fucking delectable that I lean forward against Dominic’s chest to give him more room to follow through with the promise his fingers have made.
“Fucking hell,” Hendrix growls.
Then his fingers are gone, and the blunt end of his cock head is pressing against me. I tense, but then Wolfe is there gripping my chin and turning my head toward him. He kisses me the same way he did earlier—slowly like he has all the time in the world to enjoy me.
Maybe he does.
When Hendrix has filled me completely, both men inside of me hold still. I’m gasping for air against Wolfe’s lips, my body straining with the need to move even though I also know that I need a moment to adjust.
“You’re taking their cocks so good,” Wolfe murmurs against my lips.
“Want yours too,” there’s a whine in my voice that has him chuckling in response.
Wolfe’s fingers dive into my hair as he moves away from me enough that he’s able to pull me down until my mouth is hovering over the pre-cum coated tip of his cock. With a flick, his taste explodes on my tongue, and I moan.
When I part my lips, he pushes inside my mouth until he touches the back of my throat. Time is suspended for a moment. Right there. Filled completely. By the men who saved me and then disappeared. By the men who have come back into my life unexpectedly when I was conquering the one thing that I never thought I would do—return home.
They take a breath, together, and then they start to move. As Hendrix pulls out of my ass, Dominic flexes his hips and pushes even deeper. Then as Hendrix fills me again, Dominic pulls out. It’s a dance of passion and pleasure. One I’m lost in, lost to, just plan lost.
Everything in my body tightens as they take me closer to the edge of my orgasm. I can feel it, right there and so damn close that I would be moaning their names if my mouth wasn’t stuffed full of Wolfe’s length.
When I do moan around him, he grunts, and his fingers tighten in my hair.
“Your mouth is fucking heaven,” Wolfe growls.
Hendrix lets out that sinister chuckle that has the hair on my arms standing on end, his voice deeper than it normally is, “Then you should feel her ass.”
“No,” Dominic groans, “her pussy is so tight and wet, nothing could be better.”
“Guess we’ll have to switch until we’ve experienced every hole and can decide our favorite then. Gotta make an informed decision,” Wolfe pants the words, barely getting them out.
My vision starts to blur, and I feel saliva slip over my lips and down my chin as I slurp and use my tongue to play with the dick in my mouth. The men surrounding me groan their pleasure and move faster as a unit.
When both Dominic and Hendrix fill me at the same time, pumping faster and harder, I slingshot over the edge and into the abyss. White spots dance behind my eye lids as I squeeze my eyes shut.
“Fuck, she’s milking my dick,” Dominic groans. “Can’t hold off,” he declares and Hendrix grunts in agreement.
“Swallow every drop.” It’s the only warning I get before he pushes a little deeper and shoots his load down my throat.
At the same time, Dominic and Hendrix growl and fill me as deeply as they can. Warmth fills me and my mind blanks.
The last thing I’m aware of, unable to open my eyes as Wolfe gently pulls his softening length from my mouth, is a feeling of safety. I embrace it and allow myself to fall to sleep in a way I haven’t been able to in a long time. The anxiety I’m used to experiencing is unable to touch this moment with them. They’ll keep it at bay.
They’ll keep me safe.