Second Sets Omnibus

Twenty Eight - River

When Rad said he wanted to defile it, he meant it. The couch. The kitchen. Every bed in the house. Against the railing and on the stairs. Up against the fridge and in the shower. No surface went untouched as we went rounds and rounds every night since we’d stepped foot into the castle house of fucking.

The only person who didn't take the bait was Asher. It's been six nights of him on the sidelines with those hazel eyes flaring with lust as the guys take turns railing me over and over again. I was the fruit for the taking right in reach, but he never caved. He sat in the corner of the room, stroking himself to oblivion, coming hard with my silent name on his lips. But there's always something holding him back from taking what he wants—me.

So, tonight is our last night at the house, and I promised myself I’d seduce the ever-living fuck out of the man standing on the sidelines. Operation get Asher to fuck me is in full effect, and boy, is he taking the bait at every turn. The more alcohol he drinks, the fierier the looks he tosses in my direction, heating my entire being. Asher rests on the edge with his toes testing the waters. But what will it take for him to dive headfirst and take the leap? Only time will tell, but I'll try my hardest to convince him.

“Who's ready for the hot tub? One last time?” Rad asks, looking around the eight-seater, oak dining room table with massive, hopeful eyes. Without answering, he throws his shirt off and tosses it aside, revealing his gorgeous, tattooed chest and slim waist. “We'll all go naked this time. No more boxers or hiding your heinie! Time to let it all hang out.” He emphasizes his words by wiggling his hips and brows simultaneously, giving me a slow, seductive smirk.

Asher drunkenly frowns, takes a swig of the last bottle of straight tequila, and shakes his head. “I'm not getting naked with you,” he scoffs, wrinkling his nose.

“Aw! Come on, man! Live a little. Those who get naked together get pussy together! You need to loosen up and get some,” Rad whines, leaning his elbows on the table and puffing out his bottom lip.

I snort into my now empty glass and set it down. “Maybe I don't want to get naked with you either,” I quip, raising a brow when Asher's gaze sears through me, and I fucking melt under his stare, heating me from one to a boiling one hundred. My face flushes when I reach for the bottle of tequila and take a large gulp, hating the burn running down my throat.

“Why wouldn't you, Little Brat?” Asher asks, furrowing his brows. “Stand up,” he gestures calmly, waving his wrist.

I cross my arms over my chest, running my tongue along my bottom lip. “Why?” I ask in defiance, earning a chuckle from Kieran.

“I'll get the hot tub going. Then, we're getting naked,” Kieran says, giving Asher a pointed stare before walking out of the room toward the hot tub resting on the deck outside in the frigid air.

“Stand up,” Asher directs, leisurely taking a drink and gulping it down. His red-glazed eyes stare holes through me, lighting me on fire without saying more words. “And come here,” he demands with a feral growl, pointing to the table in front of him.

Every part of me throbs and rejoices all at once. We've walked on thin ice around each other, suffocating in the tension growing thick in the air for days. And now, my brain chants a tune of “fucking finally!” No matter how often I told myself I’d never touch Asher’s psycho ass with a ten-foot pole. Well, call me a liar all you want, but I’m about to get dicked down and hate fucked within an inch of my life. It’s all that rests in the back of his dilated hazel eyes, promising me a multitude of things with one glance.

Rad chuckles, rubbing his hands together. “Oh, finally! Asher, my man!” Rad whoops, sitting back in his seat with wide eyes like he's about to watch the best movie of his life.

“Not another word,” Asher demands, pointing in Rad and Callum's direction, and they nod, zipping their lips like good little boys. “Little Brat. You have three seconds to crawl to me. I won’t tell you again.”

“And if I don't?” I ask, getting to my feet on the other side of the table and placing my palms against the cold wood. My palms are slick with sweat, and my heart pounds a crazy beat inside my chest when his eyes narrow at my reaction.

“Then you won't sit right for a week.” He stares with no emotion, drumming his long fingers against the tabletop. “Come here,” he rasps, desperation leaking into his tone. “I want my fucking dessert.”

Shivers roll through me at the slightly drunken state he's in. I've never seen any sort of desperation come through, but now he acts like he wants me badly and can't stand to stay away. Maybe it's the booze. Perhaps it's the distance from Central City, but I'm giving in—all in. We’re doing this no matter the consequences. No matter how hard he’ll hate himself and me tomorrow morning when he rolls out of bed, realizing what he’s done. The moment we get home, he can return to the same dickbag I’ve come to love and hate and keep his distance. He can return to the jerk bag, who watches from the shadows while stroking himself until he’s exploding all over his fist. But tonight? Tonight, is our time to explore each other’s bodies and say fuck the consequences of our tryst.

Without a second thought and fanfare from the silent audience of two, Callum and Rad, who watch with rapt attention, I climb onto the large wooden table. It squeaks beneath my pressure as I hesitantly crawl across the smooth surface, digging into my knees. Inch by inch, I come closer and closer to Asher, who stares at me with hooded eyes, zoning in on my low-cut shirt, exposing my black, lacy bra, and swaying tits. Heavy breaths heave his sculpted chest, and with every slide of my knees, my heart works double time, pumping against my ribs. The tip of his tongue darts out, running the length of his bottom lip. His heavy eyes drag from my fingers, curling into the table, slowly dragging up my bare arms to my wide eyes staring down at him.

“Now what?” I ask breathlessly, an inch in front of his blank face, begging for the direction to fall from his lips. Leaning in, I test the waters, running the tip of my nose against his.

His eyes darken when my nose brushes against his, and his breath shudders, affected by me. Little by little, Asher is losing the tight grip of control he’s held tightly to for the past few months. For some reason, I'm here for it. Eager to see his breaking point. How far can I push Asher until he's choking me with his cock as punishment? Fuck. The imagery alone makes my pussy flutter around air, begging for him to fill me.

I’m living for today and today only. No regrets. No holding back. I’m taking what I want by the balls and seizing the day.

His eyes fall to my lips, and he licks his without thinking, forcing me to back up an inch. “Take your fucking clothes off,” he demands, resting his elbows on the table with anticipation sparking in his eyes. Nervously, he shifts, adjusting himself in the chair, but keeps those steely eyes locked on me.

His voice brooks no arguments, snapping like a whip at my resolve. I don't argue this time—well, maybe just a little. Something about Asher brings out my inner brat, desperate to poke and prod the beast until he snaps and takes what he wants. Mischief dances in my eyes, and a smirk plays on my lips when his gaze heats me to the core. The look he gives me lets me know I am the main course, and he's hungry to devour me.

I cock my head and lean back, resting on my knees. My arms float above me in a warm sensual dance of seduction. Digging my knees into the smooth, wooden table and creasing my flesh, I raise and slowly rake my fingertips up and down my arms keeping it teasingly slow. Asher's eyes darken, taking in every movement I make as I sway him with a slow strip tease.

My skin puckers with goosebumps when I lift my shirt over my head, twirling it a few times, throwing it in Asher's unamused face. Tossing it aside with a flick of his wrist, he sits back and watches me without speaking. Everything heats under the intensity of his stare, bursting every inch of me into heated flames. Without warning, I’m aching for his touch to soothe the pressure building under my flesh.

“Everything,” he rasps with urgency, grabbing the bottle of tequila. Mesmerized, I watch in fascination as his Adam's apple bobs with every gulp he takes, hypnotizing me until, piece by piece, my clothes are gone and thrown in Rad’s direction.

“I'll keep these for luck,” Rad murmurs, burying his nose into the fabric of my panties and groaning. “She's so fucking wet already,” he rasps in a low, gravelly voice, unbuckling his pants with no shame and strips until he’s completely naked. His moans rumble through the room as his hand works up and down his shaft, using my panties for friction. “You do what you want; I'm going to stroke one out to her bouncing tits.”

“Eyes on me, Little Brat,” Asher says, beckoning me with a finger until he's sitting back in the chair with a bottle of tequila in his hand, commanding the scene like a king. “Callum,” he says with authority. “I need salt and a lime,” he demands again, climbing to his feet and towering above me. His calloused fingers run the length of my jaw, standing silently before me without muttering a word or new demand. It’s there, resting in the back of his dark hazel eyes—the promise of what’s to come.

My head spins when he barks those orders, and Callum pushes from the chair, stumbling over his feet a few times before disappearing into the kitchen. Drawers slam, and cabinets open and close before he reappears with a flushed face. He nibbles his lips, nervously looking anywhere but me, when he sets the chunky, wooden chopping board on the table beside us, along with a sharp knife and the glass saltshaker.

“Mmm,” Asher hums, picking up the salt and shaking it. “Hold out your wrist,” he mumbles, grabbing my wrist when I don't do it fast enough and yanks it forward with force. “Look at me, Little Brat,” he says, closing in on me with a deadly expression. “I'm holding on by a fragile string. Please don’t test me right now. Okay?” When I nod, he swallows heavily, squeezing my wrist between his large fingers. “Now, hold it here, and don't move.”

Through several shaky breaths, I confirm his demand with one nod. Practically trembling under his stern fingers latched around my hand, restraining me from moving. My mind conjures ropes and chains securing me to the bedposts as he takes what he wants and laps away at me with vigor. But I shake those away, returning to the present when he methodically touches my wrist with soft, feather-like strokes, gaining my attention. Turning my arm over slowly, he exposes the inside of my wrist and deposits several shakes of salt on my flesh, falling like snow, and covering my skin in tiny white specks.

His darkened hazel eyes snap to mine, holding me captive in his desire-filled gaze. Tingling sensations of pleasure flood my body like a fire igniting under my skin.

“Hold it,” Asher orders me, taking his hand from my wrist. “And don't lose a single grain of salt. If you do, you’ll regret ever defying me. I’ll bend you over my knee and paddle your ass until it’s red and blistered.” He quirks a brow, eyeing the multitude of white specks on my wrist, and steps beside me, beginning the process of cutting limes into several bite-sized pieces—perfect for sucking.

“Okay,” I say through a shaky breath, counting down the seconds until his tongue brushes over my flesh.

Heat overtakes me like a damn fever as I strain to keep my arm straight out in front of me. Too damn scared to lose a single grain to the floor. A thrill shoots through me at the thought of his punishment if I did happen to lose one, but my ass wants to be pounded into next week. Sooner rather than later. So, I stay as still as possible, closing my eyes and counting down each shink of the knife severing through the limes.

One. Steady your fucking arm. Two. Shit! Don't fucking move. I breathe, counting the knife's third, fourth, and fifth clink against the wooden cutter until a deafening silence fills the room. My eyes flutter open, focusing on the man in front of me, looking as wild and dangerous as ever.

“Open,” Asher murmurs, holding the lime to my lips and placing it peel first between my teeth, so the juicy fruit sits on the outside. “Good little brats get rewards,” he whispers against my cheek, and I whimper around the lime, begging for more contact. “Now, I'm going to lick, drink, and suck—in that order. Don't move a muscle, baby.”

I swear his eyes dilate to blackness when the warmth of his tongue glides across my wrist, licking up every speck of salt. Scooping up the bottle of tequila, he gulps down a few drinks until he's swiping the extra droplets from his lips. Lurching forward, he desperately crashes his lips down on mine, sucking the lime between my teeth and holding me still between his palms on my cheeks. Stepping back, his chest heaves up and down quickly when he spits the lime out onto the ground with a feral growl.

“Lie down,” he demands in a gravelly voice, pointing to the table. “And spread your legs like a good girl.” My lips pop open in retort, but before I can speak, his fingers wrap around my throat, and he drags me closer until we're nose to nose as he lightly squeezes, knocking the air from my lungs. Silently, I beg for oxygen beneath his cruel fingers, but none comes, heating my face. “Don't fight this,” he pleads in a breathless whisper, brushing a stray strand of hair from my moistened face. “I've held back for so long. And now I want what I want, liquid courage and all.”

I swallow his moan when his lips attack mine, swirling his tequila-soaked tongue with mine in a dance of domination. He takes me completely. Body. Mind. Soul. With one kiss and I'm a goner, bending to his demented will and happily doing it without a fuss.

“Holy shit,” Rad whispers in a throaty tone somewhere in the dining room.

“Down,” Asher demands, loosening his grip on my throat, but he doesn't completely let go until I'm laid on my back. Shivers break out when my heated back comes into contact with the cold surface, and a gasp escapes me as the overwhelming sensations expand through my body.

Asher spreads my legs wide, placing my feet on the edge, showing off my glistening pussy, as he drags my ass off the edge table. Now, I am open and exposed to the last man I ever thought I’d let touch me. But this has been building and building for months.

“We're doing this again. All of us,” he says, adjusting the growing want bulging from his pants with a low groan.

“Lick, drink, suck?” Rad asks with a grin, climbing on the table and hovering above my face. His dick throbs right above my line of vision, thick with pre-cum, red and angry, almost poking me in the damn ear. “Come on, bro! You're missing out on the best tequila shots!” he shouts, looking in the direction of the living room.

Kieran stops short, wiping his hands down his jeans when he waltzes back into the house. Bewilderment widens those beautiful, mismatched eyes as he takes in the scene before him: me, laid out on the table with my feet propped up on the table edge and my pussy dangling, ready for the taking. Swallowing hard, he takes a side, staring at Asher with a twisted expression.

“The game?” Kieran asks, tilting his head to the side as Asher takes another few gulps of tequila straight from the bottle.

“Tequila shots. Drop the salt anywhere you want to lick. Take a shot, and then get the lime from her mouth, pussy, or wherever you want. But right now, this pussy is mine,” Asher says with determination as a cold-like sensation enters my aching and swollen pussy, doing little to alleviate the pulsating between my legs.

I swallow down the gasp stuck in my throat. Anticipation fries my damn nerves, and my fingers tremble against the wooden tabletop, waiting for the first stroke of someone's tongue. Or fuck, anything! They all hover above me, standing motionless, forming a circle around my naked body like I’m some sort of sacrifice.

Moving as one, they pass the saltshaker around the circle, depositing heavy amounts all over certain parts of my body. From my stiff and aching nipples to my belly button and the spot right above my pussy, they all pick a place, admiring it from above with heated eyes. Cocking his head to the side, Asher grins, rubbing his fingers up and down my thigh.

“Who is in the salt circle now, Little Brat?” He quirks a brow and then nods, beginning their synchronized torture with the flick of their tongues in unison.

I moan when they lick the salt simultaneously, and the warmth of their tongues overtakes me. Uncontrollable gasps spill from my throat when Asher pours his tequila shot over my clit, and through my pussy, letting it flow straight into his mouth and drenching me completely.

My eyes roll back into my head when his manic tongue darts into my pussy over and over, vibrating his moans against me as he sucks the lime into his mouth and spits it out onto the floor before diving back in for more. His tongue thrashes against my clit as his long fingers enter my pussy, wildly thrusting in and out, moving my body against the table. Fire spreads through every limb deep in my gut until I'm on the brink of exploding. A mouth comes down on mine, moaning into me as my back arches off the damn table in preparation for the best orgasm I'm ever going to experience in my damn life.

My fingers urgently dig into someone's hair until I'm exploding around Asher's fingers, eagerly thrusting in and out of my pussy. On a loud cry, filling the space with my raspy moans and begging for more, I come. And I come hard. Harder than fucking hard. Shit. I think I meet Jesus behind the stars dancing in my eyesight.

“Jesus!” Rad whimpers.

Yeah. Met him. I groan and babble through my thick tongue when Rad leans down, gently kissing my cheek with a grin widening his face until he steps back. In fact, they all step back, giving me and the man of the hour the space we need to consummate our union.

Locking eyes with Asher, I see my life flash before my eyes. There’s a promise hiding in the depth of his glazed-over hazel eyes, and I don’t know if I’ll survive to tell the tale of our adventures. Death by dick—is what the headlines will say when they tell the story of how Asher Montgomery royally dicked me down and fucked me to death. Dig my grave now because there’s no coming back from this moment.

“Turn over, Little Brat,” Asher says, heaving a breath.

Keeping those perceptive eyes searing into mine, he takes every inch of clothing off and tosses them aside. I see him in all his naked glory for the first time since getting to know him. Lean muscle lines his arms, accented by the thick blue veins protruding from his flesh—has me panting like a pathetic bitch in heat. All I can imagine is running the length of my tongue over his skin and tasting him for the first time. My eyes fall toward his thick and hairy legs, working up over his dick, standing at attention and leading to a fit stomach without defined abs. Darting my tongue out, I lick my lips, imagining how he'll taste in my mouth when he coats my throat.

“Please,” he rasps until I comply and turn over with my ass in the air, presenting my aching pussy to him.

I yelp when he grabs my ankles and shoves my feet flat onto the ground. With force, he places my palms on the table, and I give into him, letting him take what he wants and how he wants. I’m all fucking his right now. No interference from me or the other three, who look on in fascination. My pussy flutters with excitement at his take-charge attitude, and my mind goes blank, leaning into him to make the decisions.

“Don't move your hands,” he whispers against my neck, carefully wrapping his fingers around my throat. “I'm going to fuck you now, okay?”

For a moment, it's just us in the room; the others slink into the shadows and cease to exist.

“Yes, please, Asher,” I moan, crying out when his thick dick roars into my pussy without warning.

Asher grunts as he pounds into me, mercilessly pushing the table with our force and digging my hips into the edge with every frantic thrust of his hips.

“This has been building for days. I won't last long, so come for me, Little Brat. Come all over my cock and show me how much you love it when I fuck you hard enough to leave bruises,” he groans, gripping my throat harder until my lips pop open in a silent, breathless scream.

My head swims in a mess of emotions as my orgasm plows through me with such force everything turns white behind my eyes, and I leave this earth once again. At this rate, I’ll have to fuck Asher’s evil ass to get these fantastic orgasms I’m sure I’ll be hooked on for the rest of my damn life. His body stills, and he spills everything inside me in one long, drawn-out groan resembling my name in hushed whispers.

Breathlessly, Asher pulls out, briefly kissing my cheek. “Good girl,” he praises between breaths. “Now, let the others enjoy our pussy.” I shiver when he pulls away, moving to the chair across from my face, and sits back with his hands behind his head. “I'll give you one hour, and then, I'm taking you again,” he commands me again with a cocky smirk, looking lighter than before. Reaching down, he takes his dick, stroking himself as he lazily watches from the sidelines.

Rad leans forward without hesitation and takes my mouth with his, pulling back. “We've done some group stuff, Pretty Girl. But have you ever been fucked in the ass?”

I swallow thickly and blanch at his crass words. It’s the one sexual experience I've only been brave enough to do a handful of times with reluctance. It didn’t hurt, but it wasn’t with people I felt I could trust. But with my boys, I have faith in every molecule in their bodies, and I know they’d never hurt me on purpose or make it too painful. So, with those words running through my mind like a warning, I give in to them.

“I haven't done it in a while. It’s only been a few times,” I whisper, licking my lips.

“First time with us. We’ll make it hot as fuck, Pretty Girl,” Rad says with a smirk, looking deep into my eyes when I nod in confirmation, and my heart skips a fucking beat. Holy hell, I’m going to let one of them stick their big fat cocks into my asshole while the other fucks my pussy. Shivers roll through me at the thought, and excitement thrums through my veins with anticipation.

“It'll burn a little at first, Little Brat. But once you're nice and stretched out, taking two at a time will be easier. Kieran, stretch her asshole out.” My eyebrows raise into my hairline when Kieran nods without putting up a fight and marches toward me with determination.

Fingertips run down my spine, sending goosebumps everywhere as I lean on the table where Asher left me, not daring to move an inch. I swallow hard, focusing on the compassion in Rad's eyes when Kieran runs his fingers over my ass and dives them deep into my come-filled pussy.

“I'll make it feel so good, River Blue, okay?” he murmurs, and I nod in confirmation, desperately aching for them both.

“Scoot her back,” Rad says, waving a hand.

Kieran steps back with me in his arms several steps until Rad can fit in between us and the table. A devilish smirk crosses his face when he drops to his knees, still stroking himself with my panties. Looking up at me, he grins more, with purpose settling across his face.

“I'm going to eat you until you come at least two times on my tongue. I don't even care about Asher's come dripping out of you.” Rad runs a finger up my calf, catching it in his hand and heaving it over his shoulder, moaning when he runs his nose through my folds, bumping into Kieran’s fingers as he stills. “God, Pretty Girl. You smell like sex on a stick.” The tip of his tongue barely brushes my bundle of nerves, and I cry out through the overstimulation. My skin crawls with the need to run away, but they both hold me captive in their arms, tightening their grips.

Kieran curls his fingers inside me, slowly working them in and out at a torturous pace. My head falls back onto his shoulder, moaning loudly at the onslaught of sensations pounding through my entire body. My nerves are on fire again, ready to combust, and the moment Rad’s tongue turns circles around my clit, I’m prepared to detonate.

“That's my River Blue,” he whispers huskily against my neck. “Come for us again, baby. Come on my fingers and Rad’s tongue.”

Crying out, my head moves back and forth as another orgasm presses through, squeezing the life out of Kieran’s fingers. My body sags in Kieran’s arms, utterly fucking spent. Can I go on? I hope fucking so. I have three more boyfriends to fuck before the night is through. And then again in a few hours. I’m living life to the fullest at this moment before we have to go back to reality—something I almost don’t want to do. If I could stay in a fairytale land with endless orgasms and four men at my disposal, I would.

“Now, River Blue. You’ll feel a lot of pressure, and I want you to relax. Focus on Callum.” My eyes flutter open as Rad backs away, stroking himself with no restraint. Callum comes into view with his shirt off and his boxers hiding the massive stiffy tenting them.

“Cal,” I murmur, trying to relax as much as possible when Kieran removes his fingers from my soaking pussy and glides them through my crack.

“That’s a good girl,” Asher reaffirms from across the table, watching them work me over. Standing, he marches around the table, grabs the large bottle of lube, and pumps a few streams in my crack. “Now let my brother fuck your ass,” he murmurs, kissing my cheek. His eyes never stray from Kieran's finger, working into me, slowly opening me up.

Callum’s fingers brush against my jaw, leaning in slowly and kissing me. His tongue mixes with mine, engulfing me in him as Kieran slowly parts my ass and pushes in one finger, knuckle deep.

“So, fucking beautifully done,” Kieran rasps in my ear, working his second finger through the burning ring of muscles. “Relax, River Blue. That’s it,” he breathes heavily, working on a third and fourth finger until I’m completely open and relaxed.

“Not-not too bad?” Callum asks, furrowing his brows when my eyes roll into the back of my head, and I gasp for air, clinging to Callum. He groans when my fingernails dig into his arm, and I swear to fuck, another orgasm sits at the brink of it all, and I don’t know if I can fucking come again without becoming a noodle in their arms.

“More,” I moan, earning a chuckle from Asher.

“I’d say it’s time to lube up your prick and fuck her with it. Callum,” Asher says, gaining the trembling man's attention away from me. “What do you want to do? Take her pussy while Kieran takes the back?”

Callum swallows nervously, looking between the two of us. Eventually, his eyes drop toward my pussy as Kieran pushes his lubed-up dick into my ass an inch at a time, slightly bending me over.

“Doing good,” he gasps, sinking all the way in. “We’ll take our time, baby. I don’t want to hurt you, okay?” I nod several times, catching my breath as he remains still.

“Kieran, how about you sit on the edge of the table? Callum wants to tag in,” Asher says with a vicious grin across his lips.

Kieran doesn’t waste a moment, wrapping an arm around my waist. With ease and precision, Kieran rests his ass on the table, carefully rearranging us, so I’m spread wide, ready for Callum.

“Jesus,” I shout, throwing my head back onto his shoulder.

“Pretty Girl. Are you okay?” Rad asks with concern, brushing a finger down my tightened face.

When I peek an eye open, I’m greeted by his dark eyes and him resting on the table beside us.

“Too full,” I say, blowing out a breath.

Asher scoffs, walking around the table and into my eyesight. Leaning against the wall, he crosses his arms over his chest and smirks. “You can take it, Little Brat. Spread your legs and let Callum in,” Asher demands with a cock of his head. He watches for several minutes until my pinched face relaxes, and I nod, permitting Asher to spread my legs slowly like before. “You’re being such a good Little Brat,” he murmurs, fixing my legs, so they’re spread wide open. “You know… You know we would never hurt you, right?” His brows furrow, and he squeezes my knee.

“Thanks, Evil Ash,” I whisper, snorting when he kisses my cheek affectionately.

“Good girl. Now, Callum, it’s your time to shine,” he says, stepping back so Callum can take his place.

Callum steps between my spread legs with trepidation and takes it all in with a heated gaze. No doubt, memorizing this moment as a shrine in his head for years to come.

“You’re good?” he asks, gently pulling his boxers down and kicking them to the side. I nod, breathlessly unable to answer as the tip of his dick slowly works into my pussy, and he grunts. “Oh, f-f-f-uck,” he mutters, leaning his forehead against mine. “You feel exceptional, Little Star.”

“Aw, my little Callum is all grown up. But now, you gotta get a move on, man. My dick has an appointment with her mouth in five seconds,” Rad grumbles, standing tall on the table, stroking himself while patiently waiting for Callum to pull away from my face.

Callum grumbles under his breath, pressing one last kiss to my lips. Pulling back, he snaps his hips forward, sending lightning bolts throughout my body. I silently scream through the sensation, but as soon as my mouth pops open, Rad seizes the opportunity and acts as my gag before any noise can push through my lips.

“Jesus fucking hell,” Kieran curses, barely moving beneath me. “This… this is something that… fuck,” he grunts, holding my hips with bruising force until he’s burying his face in my neck, thrusting up into me.

“Jesus. I don’t know how long I can last,” Callum mutters, moving in unison with Kieran and Rad.

“Don’t hold back, boys. We have all night to tie her up and come in her, on her, and everywhere,” Asher rasps from somewhere in front of us, sounding like a ghost in the shadows, enjoying his view.

Callum’s the first to go, frozen in time as his mouth hangs open and his thrusts stop, depositing his come deep inside me and mixing with Asher’s, painting my fluttering pussy walls.

“Shit,” he murmurs, kissing my cheek and pulling out. Slowly, he stumbles back, plopping into a chair with a dazed look on his face.

“And just like that, one down, two to go,” Rad grunts, working his dick in and out of my lips at a steady pace.

“Fuck this. I gotta move better than this, man,” Kieran grunts, wrapping his arms around my body. Rad’s dick is forced from my mouth as Kieran leans my front side over the edge of the table again and pounds into me repeatedly. “Fuck yes,” he grunts one last time, pulling out until the heat of his cum spreads all over my ass cheeks.

“Move, dickhead. It’s my turn now,” Rad proclaims, practically jumping down from the table and pushing Kieran out of the way. “You’re mine now, Pretty Girl,” he whispers, swiping my hair over my shoulder and kissing my flesh. “You’re still good?” he murmurs, teasing his tip through my folds until I nod. “Good girl,” he says, groaning when he entirely pushes inside and gently thrusts in and out, savoring the feel of me around him.

“I can’t,” I whine in a tired voice when his fingers circle my clit, eliciting more moans from my throat. “I can’t, Ashton,” I groan a protest when he presses harder, quickening his thrusts.

“One last time, Pretty Girl. Come on my cock, and then I won’t make you come anymore,” he grunts, pounding his hips into mine and filling the house with the sound of smacking flesh.

Without warning, another orgasm barrels through me, tightening around Rad’s dick until he comes on a grunt and stills behind me.

“You did so damn good, Pretty Girl. I think I might live in your pussy forever,” he murmurs in a tired voice, kissing my shoulder one last time before pulling out and stumbling over his feet. Groaning, he dramatically lies on the ground, putting his arm over his eyes. “Wake me when we fuck again,” he quips through a heavy breath.

“All right,” Asher says.

“Who is ready for round two?” His deep voice sounds from right behind me, his fingers moving through the come dripping out of my pussy and running down my leg. “You’re leaving some behind,” he tsks while clucking his tongue, gathering it all up on his finger, and shoving it back inside.

“Looks like someone needs to be the plug.” And with that, Asher enters my pussy once again with a groan, not giving me time to recuperate.

But there are no complaints from me when we start another round of—Fuck River silly until she can't walk anymore—my favorite type of game.

After another round, I’m lying dead on the table, looking up at the tall ceilings and examining the peculiar-looking chandelier. My heartbeat pounds in my ears as a body crawls over mine and settles against me.

“Good, Pretty Girl?” Rad asks, moving some of my sweaty hair from my forehead.

“Dead,” I mumble, closing my eyes.

“Aw, Pretty Girl. We killed you, didn’t we? Next time we’ll…”

“Next time?” I grumble, swatting him away from me as he laughs.

“Uh, duh. You don’t just live through one five way and think that’s the end. This is just the beginning of our gang bangs, baby,” he quips, kissing my cheek with a chuckle.

Footsteps sound beside us as Rad’s ripped away, and a familiar face hovers above mine with flushed cheeks and a grin.

“How about we get cleaned up in the hot tub? It should be nice and ready by now. Shit, it’s been three hours,” Kieran says, scooping me up from the table and holding me in his arms.

“Don’t let me drown,” I say through a yawn, leaning my head on his sweaty chest, completely relaxing into him.

I hum when the five of us sink into the heated water of the hot tub and look up at the stars shining down, accompanied by the bright moonlight. No streetlights or other neighbors interrupt our serenity as we relax together until it is time to crawl into the large king-sized bed, we all manage to squeeze into—one last time.

The following day we eat a quick breakfast, hit the showers, and make sure the house is spotless for the owners when they return next. The last thing I wanted them to see was the ass impressions we left on the dining room table they eat meals on. What a shock that would be.

“So,” I say as we pack up the Tahoe and stare back at the castle, we're about to leave behind forever. “Thanks for this week.”

Rad smirks, swooping in to cover me in kisses. “You needed it, Pretty Girl. And so did we.”

“It was nice-nice to get away,” Callum murmurs, kissing my cheek. “Nice to spend time with you.”

“And in you!” Rad whoops with a grin, pulling me by the front of my shirt. I swat him away with a roll of my eyes. “So, do you understand now?” Rad asks, twisting me until my back hits the cold metal of the vehicle.

“Understand what?” I ask, raising a brow.

“That you're ours. Forever. There's no getting away from us now.” He grins, not giving me a moment to argue when his lips descend on mine, and his tongue eats my answer.

“Exclusively ours,” Kieran reiterates, shutting the back hutch after putting our bags inside.

“Exclusive, huh? When did that happen?” I quip as Kieran rounds on me, shoving Rad out of the way.

“Dude!” Rad gripes, stumbling sideways.

Grasping my chin, he growls, baring his teeth. “Don't play with me, River Blue,” he says in a low, no-nonsense voice like a possessive idiot.

I snort. “I guess I'll have to let my other boyfriends down easy.” I roll my eyes when they all tense and grunt, ready to shout their outrages.

Asher rolls his eyes, forcefully removing the big lug's body from draping over mine. “She gets it. You pissed on her enough. Let's go.” Asher drags me around the car by my arm and throws open the passenger's side door. Without a word, he grabs me by the hips and puts me in the seat, only pausing to put my seatbelt on.

“Let's go home,” Asher grumbles, jumping into the third-row seats and lounging with his eyes closed. “Don't kill us with your driving,” he quips with an easygoing grin.

Rad snorts. “You're the asshole who gets us stuck in ditches and mud puddles. K at least drives like an adult.”

Asher frowns as Kieran pulls out of the drive and heads down the miles-long curvy road with one destination in mind—home.

“I'm not that bad,” Asher grumbles, throwing an arm over his eyes.

“Worse than bad,” Callum quips with a twinkle in his eye, ducking as Asher's hand wildly swings for him and misses. “You always stop in the middle of the road! Remember that squirrel you hit? Or the mailbox? Or the… Ah!”

“Shut it,” Asher playfully barks, leaning over the bench and taking Callum's head hostage with an evil grin. “What should I do to your lover boy, Little Brat?” he asks with a big wolfy grin, squeezing his arm around Callum's throat with a laugh.

“Asshole!” Callum grunts, trying to shove him off.

My heart squeezes in my chest at the lightness surrounding Asher like a halo draping over him. This whole vacation, he's held back, and then yesterday, something burst through, and he allowed himself to let go of whatever was holding him on the sidelines, introducing the real Asher. The one who had been shoved down into the pit of his misery. The man who brightly smiles at me now as if the sun reflects off him, producing a halo hanging over his head.

“Nothing,” I say, turning to watch as he knocks Callum's head to the side with a slight shove and snorts at me.

For the rest of the six-hour trip, we joke, nap, and stop for snacks until we're back in Central City as dinner hits residents' tables.

“Home sweet misery,” Asher grumbles, sitting up with the same frown he’s always worn, scowling at the world as it passes. “Take us home. I’m sure the devil will want us there ASAP,” he grumbles, swiping a hand down his sleepy face.

“We’ll take you home, Pretty Girl!” Rad says as we pull into Callum and Rad's driveway.

“Thanks for this,” I say, leaning over and kissing Kieran on the cheek. “I’ll see you later?”

His lips roll together, and he nods, bringing his lips to mine.

“Definitely,” he murmurs, kissing me again before letting me go on my way, and I step out into the fading sunshine with a groan.

Asher hops out of the back, stretching his arms above his head and exposing his stomach. I bite my lip, imagining the delicious things he did to me yesterday against the table, getting lost in my thoughts. Before I climb into Callum’s car, Asher grabs me by the arm, pulling me into him.

Wrapping his arms around me, Asher secures my head against his chest without saying a word. My heart squeezes when he hugs me tighter. It's like something sits on his tongue, ready to be said, but he kisses my head and lets me get in the vehicle. Even as we pull away from Callum's house and they get into the Tahoe, I feel him. His stare. His hug. Something shifts, turning sideways inside me. What was that all about?

Rad rambles away from the front seat on our way back to the center of Central City, pulling into the parking lot of my apartment building. I stiffen when chaos unfolds in front of me. People sit outside on their porches, and some wander around the crowded parking lot, watching the spectacle playing out.

My eyes widen when an ambulance, a fire truck, and police vehicles surround the parking spot located in front of my apartment. My. Apartment.

With shaky hands, I get my phone from my pocket, scrolling through the multitude of missed messages and calls I received in the last thirty minutes. Bile burns in the back of my throat.

“What the hell?” Rad asks, throwing the passenger door open and opening mine. “Is that?”

My heart sinks into my ass when Ma’s body is wheeled out of the apartment on a stretcher. A paramedic straddles her, pushing into her chest repeatedly as someone holds a bag to her mouth, pumping air into her lungs.

“River!” I turn toward a teary-eyed Ode, covering her mouth with her hand.

“What the hell happened?” I ask in a raspy voice, not processing the scene before my eyes.

“We don’t know yet, baby,” Korrine says, swallowing hard as I lean into her open arms. Her hug settles the anguish beating down on me and the guilt crushing my heart. “We checked on her last night, and she said she had the flu and wanted to be left alone. I went over about an hour ago, and she was barely responsive.” Tears stream down Korrine's face when she pulls away, patting my cheeks with affection. “Follow the ambulance to Central Memorial,” she says, nodding as they close the doors and take off out of the apartment complex parking lot at a high rate of speed.

Rad immediately jumps into action, holding me in his arms, and guides me back to the car.

“Let’s go to the hospital, Pretty Girl. We’ll see what’s going on,” he says in a small voice.

“Okay,” I say, climbing back into the car, and we head to the hospital, following behind the ambulance.