Chapter 32 #2
Gage rolls his thumb over my clit when Cole drives in and out, the dual sensations pulling a deep moan from my throat. Hudson smooths my hair away from my face, holding my gaze as I bob my head back and forth, taking him deeper with each movement.
The three of them work together to push me over the edge, their touches and kisses driving me closer to the brink. The first hints of my orgasm start to build, a slow, delicious pressure that grows with every thrust, every lick, every moan.
When it finally hits, it’s like a tidal wave crashing over me.
My body trembles, my cries echoing through the room as pleasure pulses through me in wild, uncontrollable waves.
Hudson’s cum sprays the back of my throat, and I quickly swallow, making him whine with pleasure and grasp at the bed to stay standing.
Cole and Gage find their release at the same time, filling either part of me with their cum as another wave of pleasure crashes over me.
The sensations collide as they hold themselves deep, draining every drop inside me.
Hudson extracts himself from my mouth, stroking my hair and murmuring praise as Gage and Cole pull out one by one.
Breath heaves out of me, legs trembling and my body so completely spent that once Cole’s hands leave my hips, I collapse onto Gage.
He chuckles and helps me roll onto the mattress, smoothing his hands down my sides.
Hudson and Cole join us and their bodies create a warmth that drags me under, mind, body, and soul completely and utterly sated.
When I wake up from my cat nap, my body is deliciously sore in all the right places, muscles loose and languid. I stretch like a kitten, my hand reaching across the bed expecting to find warm skin, but I’m met with cool sheets instead.
They must not have fallen asleep. A smile of appreciation works across my face, and I get up, tugging on Cole’s oversized band tee that he left crumpled on the floor.
The fabric brushes against my mid-thigh and the soft cotton smells like him, woodsy and clean with a hint of that cologne that drives me crazy.
Voices drift up from downstairs, along with the unmistakable sounds of gunfire and explosions. Video games. I shake my head, still grinning as I make my way down the stairs. The reaction, amused and not at all bothered is such a sharp contrast to the way I felt with Matt.
The living room comes into view, and my heart flutters at the sight of my men. Gage’s dark hair is messy from sex, but he wears it well as he sits on the couch beside Cole, who is leaning forward, forearms resting on his legs as he plays. Hudson sits in the recliner, looking completely relaxed.
“Morning, sunshine.” Hudson spots me first, eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiles.
“Look who’s finally awake.” Cole doesn’t look away from the screen, but I can hear the amusement in his voice.
Gage pauses his game and pats the spot on the couch between him and Cole. “Come join us. We got you something.”
My eyebrows shoot up as Cole reaches behind a cushion and produces a wireless controller—bright purple with silver accents and stars. I stare at it in pure shock, chest clenching, not really sure if they even realize how much this means to me.
“You bought me a controller?” The words come out soft as I accept the gift.
“We figured if you’re stuck with us, you might as well be able to kick our asses properly.” Gage’s grin is boyish and proud.
Something warm and gooey spreads through my chest. Such a simple gesture, but it hits me right in the heart. I’m not the nagging girlfriend. I’m not an annoyance. With them, I finally belong.
I settle between Cole and Gage, my controller in hand. “What are we up against?”
“Zombies.” Cole jerks his head toward the screen where chaos unfolds. “We could use your help.”
“Definitely, we’re getting killed out here.” Gage’s character gets swarmed by a group of undead, his health bar flashing red.
They’ve gone out of their way to include me when they play video games, so much so that I’m actually halfway decent. My character materializes on screen in a burst of light and my fingers settle over the buttons with practiced ease. “Let’s fucking do this.”
The words are barely out of my mouth before I’m diving into the action, mowing down zombies with precision that has the guys whooping.
“Fuck yeah, Red!” Cole laughs as I clear a path for his wounded character.
I flash him a grin before focusing back on the screen, doing such a good job that I even surprise myself.
As we play, my mind drifts to Matt. God, what an ass he was.
I can still hear his voice, sharp and cruel: “Stop touching that! You’ll break it.
Just watch TV or something.” He’d yank controllers from my hands, tell me I was too slow to even help him and that I’d be wasting his time or fucking up his streak.
The difference between now and then is so clear, and it’s obvious that these three are everything I’ve ever deserved and more.
“Behind you!” Hudson calls out, and I spin my character just in time to blast a zombie creeping up on Gage.
“My hero.” Gage bumps my shoulder with his, the contact sending little sparks through me.
We fall into an easy rhythm. Each of us calling out strategies, covering each other’s backs, celebrating victories with high-fives and triumphant shouts. When Cole’s character goes down, I risk my own to revive him. When a boss zombie corners Hudson, we all converge to take it down together.
Sure, it’s only a video game, but I can’t help feeling like this is what partnership is meant to be.
“Holy shit, we actually cleared the level!” Cole throws his hands up in victory.
“Thanks to Lily.” Hudson’s looking at me with something that might be pride, and my cheeks warm.
“Team effort.” I set my controller on the coffee table and lean back into the couch cushions.
Gage’s arm slides around my shoulders, pulling me against his side. Cole’s hand finds my knee, thumb tracing idle patterns on my skin. Hudson’s watching us with that soft expression I’m starting to recognize, the one that says we’re exactly where we’re supposed to be.
Not that long ago, I was trapped in a relationship that made me feel invisible. A few weeks ago, I escaped death. Now I’m here, in this perfect moment, surrounded by three men who see me, value me, want me around not just for my body but for who I am.
This is home.
This is family.
This is love in its rawest, most honest form.
Yeah, I think I can get used to this.