Chapter Thirteen
Mikayla
The silence in this room is becoming hella awkward.
The four boys, well, I guess now the four men, whom I thought I could keep at a distance.
To avoid them seeing the darkness that lies just beneath the surface, are standing in front of me declaring to see it.
Their voices on repeat, telling me how they don’t care who I’ve become, they are just happy to see me here with them again.
And the sad part of it all is… I’m actually considering it.
The worry in their expressions and the pain that laces their words are as clear as a mountain pond. The way all four of them shudder to think about the past, and how we’ve been apart since that fateful day. Is it possible for me to stop running and not let them get hurt? Or worse.
Can I stay here, in Miami, with the men who’ve always been my light and warmth. Is it possible to not be alone anymore?
“Would they be okay with a murderer sleeping only a few feet from them? Able to kill a man twice her size with nothing but a bottle of shampoo and pure adrenaline. One who’s also being hunted by another ruthless killer?
” my inner dark bitch sneers. Always there to snuff out any light of hope that blooms within my chest.
There’s no way. I know them, they would never openly accept me, no questions asked.
They would hum and haw around the subject for a week, maybe two, but it would eat at them day and night.
Eventually they would cave, hounding me for answers I can never give them.
There’s also no way I could live day after day, knowing I’m hiding such a huge part of myself from them.
It’s been years, we’ve grown up but apart.
Them in lives of family Christmases and spending days on the beach.
Mine in the shadows of the underworld, pressed under the thumb of corruption and mistrust.
I still love them. I never stopped loving them, but you don’t hide yourself from those who mean something to you.
God I’ve missed them all these years, and as I stare at each of them I can appreciate how much they’ve grown into themselves.
Taller, stronger, gruffer. Their bodies covered in ink—much like my own, as I wasted no time once I was free—their muscles toned and taut.
Hands I’d like to see wrapped around me like a necklace, and abs that put packages of bread rolls to shame.
Fuck I need to stop this train of thought, before my pussy starts looking like Niagara Falls.
It’s been such a long time though since we’ve been together. Maybe, just maybe, it’s okay to give myself a minor reprieve? Spend a few days with them just like old times, and indulge in laughter, hugs, and companionship.
“Bear? Bear! Come back to us, Doll.”
Someone’s hand is cupping my face, others resting on my shoulder and thigh. My eyelashes flutter, my mind finally returning to the room and the men who are attempting to get my attention.
Jesus! When did they all get so close?
I’m still in the chair, my chin resting on one of my knees as I bite at my thumb nail.
An unfortunate way I learned to dissociate while with Colt.
It became easier to retreat into my own mind, playing through made-up scenes in my head like I was running a musical theater production, than to feel time pass slowly.
Judging by the ranging looks of worry on the faces in front of me, I’m guessing it’s been more than a couple of minutes that I’ve been in my own little space.
“Hmm? Sorry, was uh, lost in thought. What’s happening?”
“When was the last time you slept, love?” Zane asks with concern.
“Uhh, yesterday… I think.” I don’t actually know when the last time I got a full sleep was.
My body has been conditioned to only go as far as a half awake state so I’m always aware of my surroundings—just in case.
With the encounters of the guys at the beginning of the week, and me hiding out the rest of it, I’ve been on edge.
No part of me has truly been able to relax as I made plans for where to go when I left here.
“God, Bear. Well, that settles it. You’re coming home with us.
You can get some sleep while we arrange dinner and then maybe we can talk some more,” says Max.
His eyes soften as if he’s silently pleading with me not to argue.
He’s the only one not currently touching a part of me—why are they still touching me—uncomfortably standing just behind Zane, and rocking back and forth.
“Oh, uhh. That’s sweet, but I don’t want to be a nuisance. Plus, I still have the room for a couple of nights. I’m paid until check-out on Friday and I'll just find another place to crash on my way out of town,” I tell them mindlessly.
“No!” they shout, all four of them speaking in perfect unison. My head jerks back, the collective sound echoing off the walls like someone’s playing pinball. What was that about?
“Add’s. Sorry, I mean Mikayla. Please come stay with us.
You’re not in our way and you’re not a nuisance.
You never have been. I’m not above begging, if that’s what it takes.
I’ll get down on my knees, pleading with you until you say yes.
” Max flutters his lashes, blinking rapidly and tilting his head down.
His brown puppy-dog eyes are working—annoyingly.
“It’s either that, or I will throw you over my shoulder caveman style and bring you back anyway,” Zane growls in a husky tone and I forget how to swallow for a moment. This… this is new. Not unwelcome, but a territory I’m unsure how to traverse. It’s almost like grown-up Z is… flirting?
As I stare into his ocean eyes, his position shifts and I become acutely aware of how close he’s actually gotten.
His hands rest on the arms of the chair, as he leans over top of me, causing me to have to tilt my head back to see him.
With his massive height, he towers over the chair and I have the perfect view to take him in.
His cologne wraps around me, a mix of the earth after rain and musk that’s all man.
Carving itself into my brain so I’ll never forget.
His hair is a little bit longer now, perfectly styled in a way that is meant to look effortless, but I’m betting it takes him twenty minutes of staring at himself in the mirror.
It’s quaffed to the side and looks stunningly soft.
Which makes me instantly want to know what it feels like to run my hands through it.
The fabric of his shirt stretches over a pronounced set of abs as the veins in his arms strain under the pressure of his upper body weight.
He’s intimidating, but not in a fearful way.
Quite the opposite. My body is vibrating from thoughts of him man-handling me.
Roughly throwing me over his shoulder and bringing me along with him.
It mirrors how we were as kids, and at least I can say that just like last time, the action would still make me wet.
He means what he said, and it seems that’s exactly what my mind wants. The skin along my neck and face are heating at an uncomfortable rate as I try and remember how to swallow… or blink. Heat pools in my core and I press my thighs together hard, trying to curb the arousal taking me over.
This damn vagina is a hussy. This is not the time to be thinking about how I’d beg him to ravage me and how good it would feel.
Fearing my voice will betray me, I nod in agreement to go with them.
My chest is still heaving, and I need to rein in my lust. These are my best friends, they don’t think of our relationship like that.
I can’t let my personal fantasies of them all wrapped around me, filling every one of my entrances, as we writhe in a haze of sweat and tension, occupy my thoughts. I’m misreading his actions, that’s all.
Smiles break out on each of their faces, and Max actually pumps his fist in the air at my acceptance.
But the smile that takes over Zane’s face is dangerous.
His eyes have a newfound twinkle, his lips curve to show a perfect grin, and I’m pretty sure I just flooded the room.
I need to get them all out of here so I can sort myself out… and change my damn underwear.
The teenage boy who I fell head over heels for, is now this sexy as fuck man. One who is currently occupying my entire focus, and if they don’t take him out of here, I may just jump him like a dog in heat.
I remind my overly excited pussy and completely fried brain, that this is our friend. Who we only just reconnected with after years apart. That he more than likely does not reciprocate the same emotions. Repeating the sentences to myself over and over like a chanted mantra of self-control.
“Okay,” I cough, faking a need to clear my throat and not show the crack in my voice. “I’ll come, but only for a couple days. I wasn’t kidding when I said I don’t want you caught up in my shit.”
“Mhmm,” is hummed through the room, although none of them are even remotely looking my way anymore. All sharing glances like they’re conspiring to rob a bank at dawn.
“You’ll need to let me gather everything and uh, freshen up first. Then I can return the key and meet you at your car. Twenty minutes at most.”
The upturn on all of their faces is something I missed seeing every day. The knowledge that a simple action like me not leaving right away, makes that much of a difference on their moods. I know I can’t push this past a few days, but for now, I’m just going to enjoy the time I have with my guys.
Ryder herds them all out of my room with a lot less push-back than I had been expecting, leaving me alone to my own thoughts. Still very dirty, sexualized thoughts. There’s no way I’m going to be able to make it the rest of the day as sexually pent-up as I am.
Closing the door behind them, I let out a shaky breath, before heading for the bathroom.
A trail of clothes lines the floor like a perfect pathway as I run the tub and find my favorite soap.
Slipping into the warm caress of the water, I lean my head back against the tile, needing only a couple of minutes to regain my thoughts and bring back my composure.
Thoughts of Zane flood my mind as soon as my eyes close.
The way his body over-powered mine, the strength in his muscles, and how his eyes looked at me with an intensity I’ve never seen before.
How Kade’s assertive dominance outside had me halting in place.
His voice left no room for argument like it knew just how to make my body listen.
My hand rubs against the back of my neck, sliding its way down the front of my body and brushing against my breasts.
My pert nipples get impossibly harder at the contact and my fingers move to roll and twist, relieving some of the pressure.
The pain has already combined with my need, rolling into a wave of pleasure that washes across my body.
My other hand continues to slide down, working its way across my stomach and over the single lane of hair, before sliding into my slit.
I move my leg, stretching one over the side of the tub to give myself more room and plunge my fingers inside myself.
Curling them at just the angle I need. My back presses against the tile as I work myself over and dream of a different reality.
“Fuck,” I moan, the sound loud but hopefully combining with the sloshing of the water. “Mmm, fuck, yes!”
My orgasm is building, the pressure in my lower abdomen increasing with every movement. Using the heel of my hand, I push down on my clit, the thumb joint rolling circles against the strained bundle of nerves.
“Please, guys. I need more,” slips out, images of all four of my men taking me from all directions flooding my mind.
Kade’s cock sliding down my throat as I swallow around him.
His hand fisted in my hair controlling the momentum of my movements.
Zane underneath me, thrusting into my dripping cunt with the pace of a race horse.
His mouth savagely nips at my breasts as they bounce against his face.
My arm braces against his chest as my hand works on Max and Ryder fills my ass.
Another deep moan leaves my body, my fingers retreating from my aching nipples and head directly to my clit.
I need more of everything, more pressure, more speed.
My orgasm is just on the horizon and I’m chasing after it, desperate for the release.
The water is rocking against the sides of the tub, splashing over as my hand turns violent in its pace.
“Zane, Max, Ry, Kade. Yes, fuck yes!”
It hits like a bulldozer, my hands frantically taking me through the high and blood rushing past my ears, before my body slumps in pure ecstasy.
My legs are still convulsing and my breathing labored while my heart tries to resume a normal pace.
It’s been a long time since I’ve had to take care of myself, but I think that was still one of the best O’s I’ve had.