Chapter 24
HARLOW
"Ihave ashes in my ass crack." Boner waved at an older couple walking past before he followed us into the building.
"You traumatized them for life," Jules grumbled. There was no heat in his words, just the same tiredness I was sure we all felt. A smudge decorated the side of his cheek and across his nose, like he'd wiped away sweat, but left a smear.
Cass' face was covered in ash, except where his glasses sat. Even his forehead and the front of his hair was covered in it.
Only Archer was spotless, except the top of one ear. How did he get dirty there and nowhere else? I assume he'd scratched at some point, while his hands were covered with his gloves.
"I live to please," Boner said with a grin.
"Of course you do." I hooked my arm through his and snuggled up against him on the ride up to the apartment.
Was it past time I stopped thinking about it as Archer's apartment and thought of it as ours?
I decided it was. None of us had a plan to move out.
We'd become accustomed to sharing the space, and it was convenient to Boner's gallery and all three of my restaurants.
"Speaking of pleasing…" Boner waited until we we all inside and kicked the door closed behind him. He held up a finger before anyone could speak, and turned to carefully lock the door and slide the chain into place. "No interruptions tonight."
"Good idea. Everyone, turn your phones off," Cass said. He glared at Jules when he started to argue, but his brother sighed and pulled his out too. He turned it off and tossed it onto the couch, along with all the others.
"Everyone, take your clothes off," Boner said with a grin.
"What he said," Cass insisted before anyone had a chance to even hesitate.
"Don't leave them on the furniture," Archer said, carefully stripping off and placing his clothes in a pile beside the bathroom door.
No one argued. Everything we wore was covered in ash, dirt and fuck knew what else.
Probably blood, sweat and tears. I'd shed a couple while scrubbing the debris of my restaurant as clean as we could get it.
Reconstruction would start in a couple of weeks.
Honestly, I couldn't wait. I hated seeing my baby in ashes.
If Zeus wasn't dead already, I'd kill him for it.
Should I have let him live for a while longer?
We could have taken my torture box to the restaurant and put him in the corner so he could watch us clean.
On the other hand, he might have enjoyed watching us work, so fuck him. We were better off with him dead.
"Sometimes I still think I'm dreaming," Cass said, tangling his fingers in my hair and kissing my forehead. "How could I be this lucky?"
"I keep asking myself the same thing," Boner said, stepping up behind me to box me in, his erection pressing into the top of my ass. "But then I remember. I'm Edward fucking Bonegard. I'm awesome. And so are all of you. Including Jules."
Jules rolled his eyes and flipped him off. He waved us towards the bathroom, herding us inside, before reaching over to turn on the shower.
Once the water was warm enough, we stepped inside, one by one, easing ourselves into the space. It was a tight fit for five of us.
Archer and Jules stood with their backs pressed against the wall. Cass and Boner were still on either side of me, their cocks growing harder by the moment.
Cass managed to maneuver me so I was under the flow of water. He let his hands roam over my body while Boner picked up the shampoo and started to wash my hair. I tilted my head back so he could lather before rinsing and doing the same with the conditioner.
Jules managed to squeeze in and squirt some body wash onto his hand. Crouching down, he started to wash me, rubbing body wash all over my body, lavishing extra attention on my breasts and down my hips.
"Have I mentioned lately I'm spoiled?" I asked.
"You're not spoiled, you deserve all of this," Boner said. He squeezed my ass and slipped a finger between my cheeks and over my pussy.
"All of this and more," Cass said. He knelt down in front of me and parted my legs, pressing his face between them so he could tease my clit with his tongue. The water poured over him, but he didn't seem to care.
He broke off after a few moments.
"Boner." He jerked his head back, indicating that Boner should stand beside me.
"Yes, sir." Boner stepped over, his hand wrapped around his engorged cock.
Cass licked the tip of his erection, running his tongue around it. Water poured down his head as he sucked a handful of times. Boner groaned as Cass moved his mouth back to my pussy, lavishing attention on my clit.
Jules knelt beside him and elbowed him over in front of Boner.
"My turn," he insisted. Cass went back to sucking Boner's cock while Jules took his turn, devouring my pussy, he grabbed my leg and pulled it over his shoulder, opening me up to him.
Archer squeezed his way around behind me, supporting me so I wouldn't fall. He slipped his arms around me and cupped my breasts, palming my nipples while I leaned back and enjoyed being treated like a goddess.
In spite of how tired I was, I came hard against Jules' mouth, my head back. Crying out as I was consumed with bliss.
For a moment, everything was washed away. Everything I'd seen and done and had done to me for the last several years, the last few months in particular. The only thing that existed was me and my four beautiful men.
"Fuck yeah," Boner shouted as he pounded into Cass' mouth, coming hard inside, spilling himself deep into the back of Cass' throat.
Cass looked up at both of us and swallowed.
"That will never not be hot," I whispered.
Jules grunted something and lowered my foot back to the floor of the shower.
He rose and between he and Archer, picked me up and impaled me on his cock.
"You might be clean, but you're still a dirty slut," Jules said. "You're our dirty slut."
"Yours," I said harshly, his cock pounding into me, driving me rapidly back towards the edge of oblivion.
"So perfect," Archer said in my ear. "I love you."
"I love you too," I said, smiling at him over my shoulder.
"I fucking love you." Jules managed a faint smile without breaking his rhythm, reminding me of the first time we said those words to each other.
Soft and romantic would never be us, and I couldn't be happier.
"I fucking love you too," I said. "I love you too, Boner and Cass."
They managed to say, "We love you too," in almost perfect unison. They were too cute.
Jules grunted again before he came deep inside me. I followed a moment later, coming even harder this time. I was vaguely aware of Jules slipping out of me and being turned around so Archer could push his cock into my wet pussy.
Cass and Boner swapped. Boner now on his knees, choking on Cass's cock, his hands wrapped around the other man's balls.
Cass stood with his eyes closed, a blissed-out expression on his face before he too was coming. Right before he did, he pulled out of Boner's mouth, squirting onto the side of Boner's face and down his shoulder.
"Very artistic," Boner said with a smile. "I might have to get you to come in the gallery."
Cass choked on a laugh. "I don't think that's fit for public consumption."
Boner hummed. "Good point. At least we can appreciate it."
He let Cass help him to his feet before stepping under the shower and washing Cass’ release from his skin.
It was barely gone when Archer was coming. His hands gripping my hips, thrusting into me with his usual reservation, not holding back, just taking his time. He whispered something before slumping over me.
"What did you say?" I asked once he caught his breath.
"I said one hundred percent of people in the shower are happy right now," Archer said.
I smiled. "You know, I think you're right."